I’m a huge Valentino fan and thought it really couldn’t get any better than spending an afternoon gazing at some of his most beautiful gowns. And it couldn’t. Could it?
Well the exhibition was quite small. Not tiny but not plentiful either. On the plus side it wasn’t very busy – there’s almost nothing more horrible than trying to peruse this month’s hot exhibition and finding yourself fighting your way though people, babies and bad smells.
The exhibition started with a small room which had letters to and from Valentino and things he had written himself. There were letters from Jackie O and a very pregnant Meryl Streep which were quite exciting.
When I saw a handwritten letter from Jackie O on her Fifth Avenue headed paper every bone in my body wanted to sneak a photograph. But photos were contraband and there were spies everywhere ready to pounce if you attempted to take one. Continue reading →
I absolutely adore this painting. From the moment I first saw it something about it engaged and absorbed me and I wanted to be living in the painting. I think. Or did I want to be the woman in the painting?
A woman who can spend her morning calmly reading the newspaper in a royal blue sundress, hair neatly tied back, white pearls in place while sipping her coffee in the sunshine is a creature of such perfection that she inspires awe and fascination in me.
So elegant, she epitomes Riviera chic. She makes me want to go and buy some white sunglasses just to emulate her, but I have to remind myself that I don’t have the deep tan of the lady in the painting, nor do I have her poise, posture or dreamy lifestyle. So I resisted the urge.
But I’d still like a canvas print of the painting. So I can occasionally look up at it and join her and her perfection in the Riviera.