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There’s nothing weirder than leaping forward and back in time on long-haul flights, gaining and losing the handfuls of hours otherwise taken for granted. If it were possible always to travel from east to west I think I’d be even happier than I am staying put. But the dread of a red eye home to London, however, begins to weigh on me even before I leave on the first leg. So when it comes to the time loss type of jet lag, I’ve found there to be two possible antidotes to related suffering...
A a cache of clocks, a bevy of bezels, a trove of tickers, a storm of sundials (?)...whatever you'd like to call it, we've rounded up our favorite and absolutely most useful time pieces for you here, for adorning your wrists, towers, ring fingers, and lipstick cases (!).
Pictured: an Art Deco pendant watch of gold, platinum, emeralds, onyx and enamel, by Cartier. Via Beauty Bling Jewelry.
Many a sweet couple in a long distance relationship has of course spent an evening at home together side-by-screen. Asleep. But sometimes more action is required, and usually so is dinner. So when you're looking for more, here are some ideas for feeling closer.
Some people love the spring. But I'm afraid I'm sort of frightened of it. The wind, the rain - the whole sky moves constantly, leaving me mostly ill-dressed and sort of uncomfortable. I'm used to thinking of it as long-lingering winter chill rather than a harbinger of the summertime, freedom from coats, irrepressible SUNSHINE. But I think I'm starting to get better at coping with the clouds.
Dominique de Menil was the graceful, spiritual heiress to a French oil services fortune who used her wealth to establish my favorite private museum. She collected the objects and artworks she loved most because she passionately, irresistibly needed to. Here's an introduction to this super cool lady in anticipation of tomorrow's post about her fascination with the color GREY.
Before I was born my mother was in great agony of spirit and in a tragic situation. She could take no food except iced oysters and champagne. If people ask me when I began to dance, I reply, 'In my mother's womb, probably as a result of the oysters and champagne - the food of Aphrodite.'
- Isadora Duncan, American dancer (1878-1927)
Isadora Duncan was right about at least one thing: oysters are indeed the food of Aphrodite, as beautiful to eat as their pearls are pretty. And though their homes are humbler than the gifts they reveal, once emptied of their delicious, briny bivalve dwellers, these crusty grey things lend themselves to an untold array of artistic, as well as practical, applications.
