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- Bobbi Brown French Pink Set, $45. macys.com
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Above, Poésies de Stéphane Mallarmé, 1932, etching
Henri Matisse once said:
"The effort needed to see things without distortion takes something very like courage; and this courage is essential to the artist, who has to look at everything as though he saw it for the first time…"
Indeed, the artist was courageous in his depictions of life, often defying critics who viewed his artwork as being too decorative. As he grew older, Matisse became more and more obsessed with capturing the purity of form as seen in the above etching. Currently hanging at Marlborough Gallery on West 57th Street, this is just one of dozens of prints by Matisse on view—all of which describe the artist’s steady yet evolving preoccupation with creating the cleanest and most beautiful images.
Henri Matisse: The Essence of Line is on view at Marlborough Gallery through October 12. The exhibit will subsequently travel to London, where it will open on December 4.
Photo courtesy of me.
A murmur of chirping birds sounded through the speakers of Eyebeam Studios as the lights dimmed and guests waited to see Giovanna Randall’s newest collection for Honor. With a sudden flash of light, the first model emerged from an enchanted forest of white birch trees riddled with twinkle lights. Her mini black coatdress featured a starchy floral collar and embroidered lace that coyly peeked out from beneath the hem and cuffs. As she turned the corner and started walking away, I noticed that her hair, which was swept back into a low side ponytail, was speckled with teeny-tiny blooms.
Photo courtesy of style.com.
As in collection’s past, Randall’s newest designs were girly and thoughtful, but this season’s provocative mix of materials and flirtatious embellishments gave the fairy-tale collection a fresh and fortifying feistiness. Laser cut flowers on hemlines created a cheeky yet sumptuous peekaboo effect on dresses, trousers, and shorts, while layers of tulle and hand-sewn lace politely mingled with shimmery, geometric jacquard and organic florals. Some pieces were stunning in straightforward tones of white and black, and others came alive with splashes of cornflower, citrus, and moss.
At the end of the show, the girls re-emerged from the enclave of twinkling trees, skipping down the runway, the last model wearing a gorgeous tulle cape that wafted behind her like fairy wings. The show that began with the rhythmic sound of birds chirping had ended with a fairy-like singsong of giggles.
The theme was Neon Baroque at last night’s Lulu Frost Spring/Summer 2014 presentation, with stoic jewelry models dressed as modern day versions of Marie Antoinette and draped in layers of bright baubles and glitzy chains. As DJ Chelsea Leyland spun techno tunes and bartenders poured the evening’s signature cocktail—a rum, ginger ale, lime, and mint concoction called the “golden glow”—stiletto-clad editors and bloggers towered over tidy display cases of designer Lisa Salzer’s newest styles.
The playful, mix-and-match prints in Whitney Pozgay’s S/S 2014 RTW collection are a nod to life on the island of Bali. Pops of color and bright florals bring to mind the lush, monkey-inhabited jungles that cover most of the landscape, while black and white checks mimic the ceremonial gingham fabric that is swathed around all Hindu statues on the island, evoking the belief that all spirits contain a balance of good and evil.
Making friendship bracelets is a rite of passage for every tween girl, but who’s to say we can’t rock the look long after we’ve forgotten how to weave a chevron braid? Channel your childhood and reach for one of these sweet and sassy wrist bands. If you’re feeling crafty, head to M&J Trimming for all the neon thread you could possibly ever want… and more.
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Heartbeat rhythms and organized chaos on stage at Alvin Ailey’s 2013/2014 season preview this evening. Loved every minute of it.
Last night, we ditched our original Monday night ritual of cooking at home and decided to eat out. We ended up at Rosemary’s, a southern Italian gem on the corner of Greenwich Avenue and West 10th.
I’ve been itching to try Rosemary’s for months now, but have always been too hungry to commit to the restaurant’s normal hour-and-a-half-long wait for a table. I decided to try our luck again as we were walking by last night. Darting between two Australian girls wearing super cute vintage shift dresses, I boldly asked the host for a table for two. The wait was only 30 minutes, and since neither of us was starving we decided to wait it out. Plus, the hosts use an awesome iPad app that allows them to take your number and automatically text you when your table is ready, giving you the freedom to walk around.
The restaurant was very loud and packed with happy people sharing heaping bowls of pasta. While we waited for our appetizers, I ordered a glass of Lambrusco, a chilled sparkling red wine that is always a little too thirst-quenching, if you know what I mean.
We started with the melon and stone fruit salad with arugula, mint, and fennel.
The peppery arugula leaves mingled nicely with the bitter, crunchy, white curls of the fennel, and both contrasted the sweetness of the watermelon and cantaloup, and the tart-yet-dulcet flavors of the peaches nicely.
Up next were warm squares of homemade focaccia sprinkled with rosemary and sea salt…
Along with octopus salame, our favorite dish of the evening.
In the ultimate labor of love, the octopus is braised in a mixture of oranges, white wine, olive oil, bay leaf, and peppercorns before being molded and chilled to create a perfect consistency for slicing. It is served in discs that resemble mortadella, and topped with a succulent, vinegar-infused mixture of pickled cauliflower, tomato, and eggplant. Yummy, yummy.
For our entrées, I ordered this week’s pasta special, linguine vongole (white wine and clams sauce). It was good, but a little lackluster (translation: overcooked linguine in an unappetizing pool of oil and wine), especially following the octopus.
Alex ordered orecchiette with sausage and broccoli rabe.
Lucky for him, his dish was far more superior to mine. Lucky for me, he let me share!! The orecchiette was draped in a smooth, light film of nutty olive oil, and tossed with crunchy, bitter stems of broccoli rabe, lumps of rich, fatty sausage, and vivacious red slices of spicy pepper.
THE LOWDOWN: Rosemary’s is a
celiac’s nightmare carb-lover’s paradise with fair prices, friendly service, and crave-worthy dishes. Get there early (before 7 p.m.) or be prepared to wait hours for a table. And don’t forget to order the octopus salame.
Rosemary’s, 18 Greenwich Avenue, on the corner of West 10th Street.
August 6, 2013
I just had the ultimate star sighting on my way to work… Bill Cunningham in front of the Louis Vuitton flagship store on 57th and 5th. Seeing him brightened up my day immediately. I love New York!