The unofficial start to summer always thrills me to no end. Even though warm temperatures don't seem to be on the horizon anytime soon, it's time to start day dreaming about my summer vacation plans. I'm thinking Savannah, Los Angeles, and NYC/Hamptons will be on the short list for destinations to jet off too.
In the mean time I'll be using the long weekend to catch up on some reading, BBQing, finally catching a screening of the Great Gatsby, brunching, taking in an artists studio tour, imbibing at happy hour, plenty of sleeping in, and most exciting of all - looking for a crusier bike. How will you be spending the weekend?
I recently completed creative director of Vogue, Grace Coddington's, memoir Grace. I first became intrigued by Grace through an editorial for Vogue in which Karen Elson was styled by Grace as Grace, cat's and all.
Of course it was her affinity for Himalayan's that endeared her to me, but after watching The September Issue I was even more besotted. The memoir takes us from her Welsh girlhood to modeling in London, from a career at British Vogue then on to its American counterpart. The book is certainly dishy, witty, and forthright, the perfect combination for a summer read.
Salvatore Ferragamo is celebrating the 35th anniversary of the Vara pump (the mid-heeled shoe featuring a grosgrain bow that fashion icons from Princess Diana to Olivia Polermo have sported) with the L'Icona campaign. Claiborne Swanson Frank photographed 21 of the world's fashionistas & trendsetters, while Justin Wu directed a short film featuring the women in Paris, Moscow, London, Rome, Palm Beach, Miami, Los Angeles, and New York. The campaign encourages clients to customize their own pair; from the bow, to the leather, to the pinnacle of customization - the monogram.
After an indulgent Birthday weekend, week, and month I'm not in need of any more treats at the moment. Though a pair of Vara pumps is certainly going on my perpetual wish list. I'm most keen on the patent black, though if I could indulge in multiple pairs, the two-tone blue or a patent red wouldn't be shooed out of my closet.
My Birthday falls on Sunday, which coincides with Mother's Day this year. I'm getting out of dodge for the weekend and escaping to the big city. In Seattle my mother and I will take in the museum and apropos to the holiday, catch a performance of Grey Gardens. A gathering with my nearest and dearest, a screening of The Great Gatsby, a meal at Vij's south of the border counterpart, Shanik, and brunch at the Space Needle, are also on the agenda. And if this sunshine continues through the weekend I'll be the happiest of Birthday girls.
The abnormally high temperatures that have rolled into town are making me daydream of escaping to a tropical locale. Until I'm able to schedule a seaside vacay, I'll have to settle for Bumble & Bumble's Surf line of hair products to recreate the look.