An Exhibition At Milan Design Week, Or, Saturday Morning at 9:10am
WORK. This is the work of my son, in fact.
This is a photo of Jonathan Anderson, of Loewe, J.W. Anderson and many other inspirations of culture, and my son, Patrick Carroll. During Milan Design Week 2024 (closing tomorrow) Anderson presented a collection of my son’s work at his flagship J.W. Anderson store. Apparently the opening crowd extended to the sidewalk outside.
I could look at this all day. That one pennant.
The exhibition has been written up in Vogue, Dezeen, Wallpaper, and for those of you who can read Italian, which does not include me, Marie Claire and Vogue Italia. Patrick is interviewed about the thinking behind his work, and about how great it is as an artist to work with Anderson.
And yes, this feels amazing to his mother. Hope you don’t mind my overflowing pride and joy. Have a wonderful weekend everyone!
The Relief, Or, Saturday Morning at 8:57am
It was a relief to discover that my small and particular anxieties are not the center of the universe. Which is to say on Sunday
Front Garden Flowers, Or, Saturday Morning at 9:48am
My front garden has always been a white-ish garden, ruled by the rose bed. Very polite; non-revelatory. Somehow, that’s changing. The roses are still here
Is Positivity What We Want While Aging, Or, Saturday Morning at 9:28am
This morning, another thought about aging.. How many of you follow The Gerontologist on Instagram? Recommended. A mix of videos of undaunted elders living with
What Are Your Travel Plans This Year, Or, Saturday Morning at 8:53am
I know it’s only just Spring, but here in Northern California this season slips to summer like a silk veil disappearing around a corner. Which
A Use Case And Review For Jones Road Miracle Balm, Or, Saturday Morning at 9:08am
Older women. We consider time! We come to terms with our face in the mirror! We paint it! In the comments to the post about
On The Enormous Delight Of Finishing A Novel, Or, Saturday Morning at 10:40am
One morning this week, it might have been Wednesday at 10:30, or maybe 10:37, I closed my computer, took it off my lap, lay it
The Road Back, Or, Saturday Morning at 10:12am
In 2015, 2017 (which for some reason I can’t remember I didn’t recap here), and 2018, my husband, my kids spent a few nights at the Four Seasons Hualalai on Hawaii’s Big Island. Oh yeah, and again in 2024. Last week. This time my kids brought their partners. After six years of non-happy events in my family (and the world) this was, well, so happy. I’ll leave it at that. Except for photos. The drive to Hualalai from the airport looks like this. Volcanic. The adult pool, known as Palm Grove (for non-subtle reasons), looks like this at night. Who
Cleaning Up Okay, Or, Saturday Morning at 9:41am
May I present dressing for for dinner last Sunday night. (Also a background photoshopped to remove mess. You’re welcome.) I wore the never-fail Dries van Noten with the Harwood coat my siblings gave me. Changed my silhouette, that coat, giving more of a trapeze dress than shift. Went with pearls, i.e. inexpensive pearl drops from Pearl Somewhere-Or-Other and the non-inexpensive 1930s Cartier seed pearl and diamond bracelet inherited from my mother. First I tried these Neous pumps. More comfortable than they look. But it was raining, and besides in the Northern California suburbs very, very, very few people dress up for restaurants.
You Don’t Have To Care About Eyebrows But If You Do, Or, Saturday Morning at 9:17am
I have ignored eyebrows for decades. “Face-framing,” I’d say, “What the heck, what do we need to frame, per se?” Made it through the 90s without plucking a thing. But here Flo suggested that we could use more brow gossip. So I’m taking one for the team. Eyebrows-A-Go-Go. I mean, it depends on your goal, and your eyebrows. My goal, as always, is to address general fading into the universe. That which used to be dark is light; those aspects of my physical presence which used to clearly differentiate itself from the others now blur, become one (waistline I’m talking to