Tuesday, July 22, 2014

Short and Sweet

We're into Color
This post will be short and sweet. Short, because I have to pack for our month in the country -- back to Orient, New York. We have rented a house for August in a village so charming it should be illegal and will be leaving this Thursday.

I will be posting from Orient, as I did last year. Some of you readers may remember the infamous silverware drawer post where I told of having to organize the knives and forks in our rental before I could relax with a good chardonnay. I did not realize that my landlord was actually reading my posts. She was very apologetic about the whole affair though. So kind of her.

This year, I do not intend to reorganize any silverware drawers. The linen closet -- well that could be another story.

I will share with you now some recent sartorial acquisitions for both the mister and me. And please look for my frequent posts from Orient, Long Island, New York.

 Richard and I at Madame Matouvu's vintage
shop in the West Village.
I am wearing one of her "scarf" dresses
which she designs using vintage scarves.
She is most adept at combing the colors and patterns.
 Richard with Rosemary Wettenhall (Madame) and
Nadia. Richard is wearing his new Italian-cotton
green jacket and yellow trousers from St. Laurie,
Merchant Tailors.
 At our favorite West Village haunt, Le Gigot.
This is a splendid shot of Ricardo in his new duds.

See you in Orient!
Happy Summer.

Sunday, July 13, 2014

Les Parapluies de Chinatown

I Live in Chinatown
(and they use parasols for the sun)
I live on the Lower East Side of Manhattan, but Chinatown has encroached to the East, now virtually encompassing my neighborhood. On hot summer days, the ladies of Chinatown, and some men, open their parasols against the sun.

 La Femme Chic
Je rêve de Paris.
The next time that I go to Paris, I would
like to visit Heurtault, a shop that makes custom
parapluies and ombrelles.
You may see his work here.

À Bientôt!

Sunday, July 6, 2014

Wander: Lexington Avenue

Ten Ways the Upper East Side
Is Different From the Lower East Side
I have started a new project. I am going to do "Wanders" around neighborhoods in New York City as often as once a week (optimistic) or as often as I can (realistic). Today I wandered to the Upper East Side, specifically, Lexington Avenue, starting at 68th Street.

The purpose of these wanders is to gather material for Femme et Fleur, and thus to entertain and edify you, dear readers. But of course, this is discovery for me as well. Not to mention that I get to spend time by myself and let my dear husband have his much-needed space. I am always thinking of him, you know. And if the odd, beckoning boutique pops up in one of these zones, well, so much the better, don't you agree?

I discovered that the upper reaches of Lexington Avenue are quite delightful, especially on a weekend Sunday morning. There was not a car in sight, hardly any people, and it was a clear, cool morning. I wandered unmolested with camera in tow, happily luxuriating in Me Time.
My wander begins ...
Here, in no particular order of priority,
are the ten ways the Upper East Side
differs from my home turf, the Lower East Side.

No. One: Classic Coffee Shops
and Outdoor Cafes
How delightful.
One surfaces from the subway to find a welcoming coffee shop...
or, an outdoor cafe.
It's like Paris, so civilized.
No. Two: Service Entrances
If one is getting one's dry cleaning delivered,
perhaps one needs a service entrance.
On the Upper East Side, people get
flowers delivered from Fresh Direct,
and they need a service entrance for that.
No. Three: Townhouses and Gas Lamps

An Upper East Side gas lamp.
On the Lower East Side, we have gas leaks.
No. Four: Bespoke Clothiers
Your corduroys and Harris tweeds properly made.
No. Five: Quaint Barber Shops
Generations of the Upper Crust
have had their crusts trimmed here.
No. Six: Shoe Repair for Louboutins
Upper East Side: Louboutin Red Soles
Lower East Side: Orthopedic Oxfords
No. Seven: Fancy Stores
 The Roberta Freymann Shop
Tunics and ethnic things for vacations on St. Barts.

 Expensive gewgaws and giant ceramic shells.

 A pretty paper shop.
Handmade silk ties from Japan.
No. Eight: Stores with French Names

No. Nine: Restaurants Are Called Clubs
No. Ten: Beautiful Pastry Shops with Pretty
Little Girls Enjoying Strawberry Tarts

I took home some pastries home for Richard. 
and with ladies dressed in vibrant patterns and colors.

No. Eleven: The Odd, Beckoning Boutique

Malia Mills. It's not at all odd, but it did beckon.
I bought a black bathing costume
and a gauzy black cover-up for
Orient, Long Island later this month.

Wearing my new blouse from Malia Mills
and hat and beads of my own making.

Hope you enjoyed my first wander.
À Bientôt!