Andy and I make French toast for Breakfast, read about the new
Spring 09 Alaia Lookbook:
Those shoes! How beautiful. She reminds me of an old Lartigue photograph.
Like being inside a magical jewel box. You climb up the gorgeous spiral staircase into a sunny room with dark wood carved walls and gold Dagobert Peche mirrors hanging year round. Right now it's filled with gorgeous Josef Hoffman housewares, insanely amazing Schiele and Klimt line drawings and some eerie Oskar Kokoschka paintings. The second floor will be open in February for a new installation. Can't wait.
On the way out, I buy a whole folder filled with beautiful Dagobert Peche paper, in all kinds of different prints:
Walk along Central Park and the trees look like looming skeletons. The shopping nerves kick in especially since Barneys is in plain view. Stop in, just for a peek, trying so hard to be good and thank god I am able to resist the Alexander Wang knit tank top that is just begging for me to take it home.
Head downtown to an amazing little independent bookstore that carries rare vintage/out of print photo books, soak up lots of inspiration. Could spend the rest of the day in there.
Couldn't help but stop by Mayle, for another round of restrained visual shopping and to say hi to a friend. The leather Marius Jacket might just be mine soon, as with the Rex Pants in black (love my tan colored ones). I imagine this with the potential Alexander Wang tank top. I try not to think about this prospect too much...
Back in Brooklyn, I find a tacky but cool crystal vase at the junk store, trying to quickly look for frames for the Dagobert Peche paper. On the way home, I get two neon yellowish anemones to christen the new $5 find.
The grand finale, Blue Ribbon for dinner. Nothing like oysters, bone marrow and a bowl (yes, literally a bowl) of creme brulee for dinner.
Watch L'eclisse to top off this lovely day.