Tuesday, 08 October 2013
Magical mystery tour with Diane & visiting other friends in Paris last month. Text & most photos by Glenn Belverio
Last month I was holidaying in Europe and I spent a glorious week in the City of Light visiting friends. The highlight of my trip was a magical mystery tour with Diane...and then there were all the stolen moments I had with old and new friends, not to mention one or two rencontres érotiques.
On one particulary muggy yet brilliant afternoon, I walked from the Hôtel de NELL where I was staying to Diane's chic address in the 7th arrond. I passed through the Place de la Concorde, as one does during such a walk, and it was as magical as I remembered it from four years ago.
Diane at ASVOFF HQ with her Casablancas and NASA space view looming behind her.....she is looking even younger than when I last saw her: Barcelona, Summer 2010. We caught up on all the news and laughs as I fanned myself with my Amanda Lear Chinese dance fan.
Me & Diane's reflection out on her curved street....I brought some Keith Haring old-skool New York City realness back to Diane...
We went to an absolutely divoon Japanese restaurant near Diane's apartment...the exquisite courses just kept coming and coming...I think it was an 11-course meal...
One of the courses involved succulent clams in broth and they were heaven.
A couple of days later I met Diane at the wildly popular TUCK SHOP which is co-owned by the divine Puurple Rain....everything is vegetarian, homemade and out of this world....Diane and I both had the stellar zucchini soup...it transported me....and this was the start of our magical mystery tour around Paris....my drug of choice: vegetarian fare (and Champagne).
Instagram madness at the TUCK SHOP with Diane! Edgar Allen Poe held sway. Funnily, there is an "Edgar Poe" school in Paris...one of Rebecca Voight's kids attends it....she took me to it....and it's right next to a crusty gay bar! Oh, Paris!
Rain! She works hard for the money at the TUCK SHOP! Bringing vegetarian delights to the Croque Madame-stifled masses....
This is what I'm talkin' about....#TuckShop #YUM
After the Tuck Shop, Diane and I made are way over to to the legendary Cafe de Flore to rendezvous with the legendary Lemon (she is seen her perched on the coupe de OJ) and the one-and-only Mayor of the Marais, Akiko Hamaoka. Akiko told me all about her fabulous new job and Lemon went on and on about the new apartment's Olympic-pool-sized bathtub.
After I fortified myself with some Moët, Diane, Akiko and I went on a looooong walk, our magical mystery tour up Paris, from Cafe de Flore through Les Halles (where tourist heads were spinning around a la Linda Blair when they spotted Diane) and finally to the Le Marais. Diane said she never walks that far and never walks through Les Halles so it was a rare treat. At one point we passed by the magnificent Tour Saint Jacques, above.
Later, we stopped by L'Hotel to pay homage to the great Oscar Wilde. There are varying reports on what his last words were when he died here (it was a dump in 1899, now it's this ridiculously chi-chi boutique hotel): "These curtains and I have been fighting a duel to the death. One of us has got to go."
"Either this wallpaper goes or I go."
And so on.
Not sure what this mosaic was but it fit right in with our magical mystery tour.
Not on the magical mystery tour route, but here's a graffiti-ed squat in Montmartre near where I was staying after I left the Hôtel de NELL. Apparently Bender from Futurama enjoys the same kind of cult success that Jerry Lewis once had in France.
Medusa and the angels...
One on sunny day I had brunch in Le Marais with fashion designer Teddy Parra (above) and his partner, the stage actor Jean-Luc Bertin. Teddy took me on a tour of his charming shop and downstairs atelier.
I need this look for my next lunch date with Jax (Joan Collins) in St. Tropez. Teddy also creates wonderful made-to-measure men's suits.
Downstairs in Teddy's atelier, I was mad for these crane scissors.
While I was with the boys we passed by this pin-up plastered Vespa. Sexy!
On one particularly balmy afternoon, my friend Frédéric invited me over for a cocktail on the large terrace of his glamorous penthouse in the 15th arrond. I died when I saw the view. I offered to make us some of my world-famous Belgronis™ but since Frédéric had limited spirit options, we went into War-time rationing mode. We made do with some gin and red vermouth. Since he didn't have a proper cocktail shaker, I had to mix the cocktails in a wine decanter with a swan-like neck. Not easy to get the ice cubes in there! But we ended on a high note by drinking my Belgronis™ from Fréd's Dior crystal tumblers.
Frédéric avec Belgroni™ et Tour de Eiffel.
Moi soaking up the booze and the sun. Holiday! Celebrate! In ev-ery nation....
For the sunset view, one must tolerate these very un-Parisian towers that look like they belong in one of China's ghost cities...
And then when you turn your head, you get the most iconic view in the world. I was excited to finally witness the 9pm 5-minute glitter and sparkle light show (cut down from 10 minutes in the interests of energy conservation...)
One of the other magical things about this trip to Paris turned out to be my ultimate public advertising fantasy: Huge images of the gorgeous and talented Amanda Lear on the street, in the Metro, on buses,...everywhere! This was reason enough for me to leave the world of tacky, ironic and idiotic hipster public ads in NYC and move to Paris.....The ads are for her new show which Gaultier did the costumes for. Unfortunately I was no longer in Paris when the show opened.
The many passages in Paris are a delight and I absolutely adore Passage Jouffroy in the 9th. This cane shop is of special interest: handmade canes with exquisitely designed heads in sterling silver and bone. When I'm old enough to pull off the cane look (maybe on my 40th birthday in 5 years?) I definitely plan on buying one here.
On my last day in Paris, I had lunch with the delightful Angélique Bosio, director of the terrific documentary on Bruce LaBruce, The Advocate for Fagdom. I (and my alter ego) appear in the film and Angélique interviewed me for it in 2009 when I was staying in an apartment in Pigalle.
We lunched at Richer à Paris and I started with the watercress soup which was not only a mesmerizing shade of green but delicious. (I followed this with, if my memory serves me, some rare venison.)
Another view from Frédéric's terrace...I love the faerie lights.
Thanks for reading.
Monday, 07 October 2013
Hôtel de NELL & La Régalade Conservatoire in Paris. Photos & text by Glenn Belverio
September is my favorite month to travel in Europe and this year I decided to add Paris to my itinerary so I could visit Diane and other friends. (I hadn't been to Paris in 4 years!) My trip started out on a sweet note when I was invited to stay two nights at the superb Hôtel de NELL, located in the heart of the 9th arrondissement, the center of Paris. And while this is a bustling area, the 5-star luxury hotel is tucked away on the peaceful corner of rue Sainte-Cécile and rue du Conservatoire. A relative newcomer on the Paris hotel scene, the NELL opened back in February.
The hotel, left, and the Saint-Eugène-Sainte-Cécile Church, which was built between 1854 and 1856. Of note: On January 10, 1857, writer Jules Verne married Honorine Viane here. And since 1989, the mass is celebrated in the church both under the Paul VI ritual (that is, in French) and under the St Pius V ritual (in Latin, priest turning his back to the faithful).
I grew up reading Jules Verne novels and would have loved to see the inside of the church--but it was closed for the two days I was staying at the NELL.
Hôtel de NELL was designed by Jean-Michel Wilmotte whose objective is not limited to "creating for the sake of creation, but reconciling man with his environment and culture." Wilmotte likes clean lines and warm materials. I really loved the spare look of the room. Very serene and chic without feeling clinical or boring.
This is the bed in the Prestige room I stayed in. Sandy tones are dominant in the room and I found the blonde wood and textured beige floor to be very zen and relaxing.
Wilmotte is a big fan of the "recessed joint principle", which is a vacuum soldering of two walls. The recessed joint connects two masses while reducing their volume and highlighting an architectural approach.
"Not a ceiling, not a desk, not a single line is without a recessed joint. Aesthetic rigor means not a single air conditioning or CMV grate will intrude upon those lines, and the recessed joints themselves become vents in all the rooms and bathrooms."
Exclusive Artemide bedside lamps rise out of the panelled headboard. All the lights are 100% LED. I really like the industrial accent the lamps added to the otherwise clean, monochromatic design.
My room's pièce de résistance: a Japanese bathtub carved out of a single block of raw marble, bathed in natural light. The tray, seat and footstool are made from the lightest Oregon myrtlewood. I thought the seat was a bit strange but then again, I've never taken a bath in Japan! The bath products were superb, especially the body scrub.
I loved the bath's faucet.
There was a fabulous rain shower with stone-colored walls...
...a very design-y, anti-fog mirror...
...and two raw, white-marble basins.
I really liked the office chair with an articulated back.
One of the views from my room: the former Comptoir National d'Escompte with its clasically Parisian dome.
My other view was of this quiet pedestrian street.
I really loved the weathered 13th-century mockup facade of Saint-Eugène-Sainte-Cécile Church which faces the front of the hotel.
I loved the bar lobby because they stocked the kinds of not-so-trendy spirits one might find chez Belverio: Byrrh, Dolin vermouth, Lillet, Chartreuse.
Behind the bar lobby is a lounge with a glass ceiling and Wimotte-designed sofas.
Family portrait time: My friend, the journalist Rebecca Voight (center), joined me in the lobby for a cocktail with her kids, Joe and Jan.
If you know me, you know all about my love for Negronis (mine are known as Belgronis™) so of course I had to try the NELL's drier variation on this classic aperitif cocktail (although the bartender didn't seem to appreciate me comparing it to a Negroni.) The Kina is made with Byrrh, Citadelle gin and Dolin Blanc and it was wonderful.
Rebecca opted for the Nell's Vesper: Lillet blanc, Citadelle gin, Cîroc and zeste de citron. (She loved it.)
Above: Dinner began with some rustic chicken terrine (one of the chef's signatures), bread and cornichons
After cockails, Rebecca's kids left to go out and paint the town rouge, and Rebecca and I relocated to the NELL's formidable restaurant, La Régalade Conservatoire. Unlike a lot of hotel restaurants where breakfast is routine but dinner is ignored in favor of the outside world, La Régalade Conservatoire has become one of Paris's top gastronome destinations. We were seated at 8 and by 8:30 there wasn't an empty seat in the joint. Reservations typically need to be made one week in advance.
The chef, Bruno Doucet, took the reins of the original La Régalade from Yves Camdeborde in 2004 after learning the ropes in the kitchens of Pierre Gagnaire, Charles Barrier and Jean-Pierre Vigato. At La Régalade Conservatoire, Doucet's philosophy is "in-season ingredients that I enjoy waiting for and then rediscovering, and precise, learned, repeated techniques that transform them." In short, haute cuisine at bistro prices.
A view of the restaurant a few hours before dinner time--as spare and chic as the hotel's rooms.
As a starter, I had the royal foie gras and chicken wings in a creamy mushroom broth. Orgasmic!
Rebecca had the creamy cuttlefish risotto with chili-and-garlic-roasted prawns and "La vache qui rit" cheese emulsion. It was an explosion of flavors and textures and I couldn't stop digging my spoon in "just to try it."
As my main, I chose the scorpion fish fillet cooked in a bouillabaisse with snow peas and shaved fennel. The flesh of the fish was rich and full of favor--not like a mild white fish at all. The sauce was perfection.
Rebecca with her main: Catfish "stung" with chorizo, cooked beans from Paimpol Xeres and tomatoes. At this point we were past the champagne and well into our red wine--and gossipping up a storm, I'm sure--so I think I forgot to try this one. I'm sorry I didn't because I adore the idea of fish stung with chorizo!
The dessert....the dessert! It was an absolute triumph! Soufflé Grand-Marnier served piping hot and boozy. Later that night in my comfy bed at the hotel, I had a dream about this soufflé--and when I woke up, my pillow was gone!
Rebecca had Kouign Aman served warm, caramelized apples with cardamom and homemade sorbet. A perfect early-fall dessert.
After dinner we wandered around looking for a nice bar to have a nightcap--we didn't find anything that great (Paris sure is sleepy compared to NYC! Not that there's anything wrong with that) but there are plenty of charming locales near the hotel.
This was some kind of financial institution at the end of the street from the hotel. Grand!
The NELL is near a lot of iconic venues, such as the Folies Bergère. I think the scaffolding is up because the gilded tuchas of the theater's famous Deoc dancer was being polished!
Also nearby is the eternal Parisian favorite, the confectioner A la Mere de Famille (founded in 1761). The NELL serves complimentary bonbons from here at their front desk and of course I stopped by to pick up some (expensive) gifts for my co-workers at Tiffany's in New York!
Another view of the NELL's bar lobby.
Thanks for reading!
Thursday, 03 October 2013
OPENING NIGHT: THE 51ST NEW YORK FILM FESTIVAL HAS REASON TO CELEBRATE
Dear Shaded Viewers,
The evening began with a screening of Paul Greengrass's CAPTAIN PHILLIPS, starring Tom Hanks. The dangerous high seas of Somali pirates jangled our nerves as we, afterwards, mounted buses that took us to The Harvard Club to celebrate not only the film, but the nervy, bold and surprising festival that was about to follow. More to come on that.
The grand reception at the Harvard Club.
Photos by my date for the evening Dolly Meieran
Tuesday, 01 October 2013
A grand vegetarian lunch at Tian in Vienna. Photos & text by Glenn Belverio
Dear Shaded Viewers,
A few weeks ago, while attending MQ Vienna Fashion Week, Carole Pope and I were invited to experience an epic, haute-couture vegetarian lunch at a restaurant called Tian ("heaven" in Chinese), located right in the heart of Vienna. I had the pleasure of having lunch there last year, but this time they pulled out all the stops--and presented us with a 5+-course meal that is usually only served during dinner time.
At Tian, their primary aim is "to offer their guests a healthy, fascinating, varied and extremely tasty vegetarian menu. We would like to introduce our customers to a world of exciting meat-free favours, which they never would have thought possible." Mission accomplished!
Tian, which opened in 2010, sources their ingredients from their own growers and from producers they trust: mainly from the region, but also from their own organic market garden in Carinthia, in the south of Austria. All the water they use on the premises has been revitalized using the GRANDER process--an energy-efficient eco-water system developed by Austrian Johann Grander.
Tian's chef, Paul Ivic, posesses an in-depth knowledge of the chemical composition of raw natural ingredients. Tian's owner, Christian Halper, sent a Viennese engineer on an expedition in 2005 to places said to be the homes of some of the oldest people on earth. "When we tried them out, we realized the dishes were wholesome but not exactly the right match for European tastes." Tian's team combined this knowledge with European traditions of cuisine and infused it with an avant-garde outlook. The result is vegetarian food like you've never experienced it before.
Tian's show-stopping chandeliers are composed of wood, crystal and wire.
Lunch, or at least my version of the lunch, started out with the best way to begin one's afternoon: Champagne. But instead of following this with a hellish descent into gout-inducing fatty dead animals, we embarked on an enlightened journey into green, greener and greenest pastures.
Carrot-pumpkin spiced milk with a minimalist carrot salad.
One of our mouth-watering starters: mangoes covered in amarant seeds.
Chanterelle tartare served in a petri dish over organic earth.
This was rather spectacular: a salad of yellow and green beans, goat cheese, sorbet and chanterelles served under a bell jar filled with pepper smoke.
A blini topped with "caviar" that is politically correct on so many levels. It's definitely not Russian and the "caviar eggs" are rendered from basil seeds. Take that, Putin!
The lunch took on a performative quality when the waiter wheeled out a Japanese coffee pot and conjured up a tea of tomato and basil....
...which was served as a lovely, mesmerizing soup.
Carole was treated to a different soup. I think it was a squash soup with an artistic array of tiny vegetables.
Another salad that almost belongs in an art gallery instead of one's stomach!
Things just kept getting more and more delicious and interesting: Zucchini blossom with various vegetables and mushrooms served in an absolutely divine parsley broth.
More food performance: a corn pate molded into the shape of a corn cob served on a piece of slate and toasted before my eyes with a creme brulee torch by an exquisite little Japanese woman. Enchanting!
Carole enjoyed a futuristic "salad" served on a miniature Rock of Gibratlar that might be a repurposed chunk of meteorite from the Crab Nebula.
Some palate-cleansing beet foam was served between two of the courses.
The dizzying array of dishes kept soaring higher and higher to new artistic heights. While this salad resembles a Cubist painting, it's meant to mimic a game of Tetris. Bravissimo!
This dish was perfect for the early-fall weather in Vienna: a hash brown of artichoke and young corn, served with artichokes and young corn in a whisper of a cabernet sauvingon sauce.
My dessert made me think of a selection of Anna Piaggi's hats that been plopped down on a starchitecture construction site. It's actually meant to recall the Milky Way Galaxy and consisted of delicacies created from lychees and white chocolate. Devastatingly delicious!
We emerged from our futuristic lunch to wander through Vienna's fairy-tale-like past.
Thanks for reading.
Monday, 09 September 2013
CHOCOLATE RECIÉN HECHO - MEXICO
I just found this vine of fresh chocolate being made in Mexico on my friend Pammela Rojas's twitter. Pamm is one half (with Rafael Marfil) of Mexico City based duo Shiro Schwarz. You might remember Pamm and Rafa from my post last summer here.
I miss Mexico and I can't wait to go back.
Monday, 12 August 2013
My stay at Leon's Place Hotel in Rome. Photos & text by Glenn Belverio
As you may have heard, I was in Rome last month covering Alta Roma for Diane. The official hotel of the event was Leon's Place, located on the east side of Rome, just south-east of the Villa Borghese and the via Veneto. But despite the proximity to those touristy destinations, Leon's Place is far enough afield that the tourists are nowhere in sight. The location feels a bit far from the hustle and bustle of central Rome, and I found that to be a plus--the area around Leon's Place is very residential, so after a few days, the neighborhood starts to feel like home instead of an open-air museum.
Next door is a quirky pharmacy (convenient!). Across the street is a gelataria that forgoes the whole rustic down-home feel that the tourists eat up and instead feels like a very chic laboratory--spare interior, albino wood benches--with gelato discreetly hidden in sleek stainless-steel containers commandereed by frosty yet sensual scoopers--Amazons who look like they just strolled off a catwalk in Milan. And down the road and around the corner are some excellent trattorias, popular with local lunching Romans in serious suits, with prices far below what you'll find closer to the city center.
At the risk of blowing this well-kept secret of a neighborhood, I will now recommend the hotel, where I enjoyed five pleasurable nights. (Full disclosure: I was invited to stay here as one of the journalists covering Alta Roma.) Let's start with this tidbit from the brilliantly written press release (most American fashion and hotel press releases are horribly written and just plain unreadable. This one is wonderful):
"Is it possible for just one colour with a few dashes of purple to convey not only all the mystery, the fascination but also the malice and to some extent the sensuality of the facets of an ever changing city? Leon's Place has succeeded in doing just that, coating in an elegant pearl grey the four floors of the new four star hotel in Rome [opened in 2010]."
Leon's Place's lobby is famous for the velvet swing hanging from the chandelier. Yes, dolls, swing from the chandelier! It's encouraged here.
"Set in a glamorous, aristocratic palace dating back to the 1800s, the hotel is a new reality....the concept is inspired by that trend of art deco that amalgamated neoclassic and decorative styles. There is an abundance of ironic details, sometimes a bit frivolous, sometimes unusual, to remind that in Rome, where different styles live and merge, nothing seems out of place."
As for the area's history, it is steeped in 19th-century turmoil instead of the weight of Ancient Rome. The street that Leon's Place is on, via XX Settembre, is named after September 20, 1870 when the Porta Pia--a massive gate designed by Michelangelo to the right of the hotel--had a hole blown in it, allowing Unification troops to march through and down this street. They then proceeded to evict the pope from his last residence in Quirinal palace. This marked the end of Italy's long stuggle--starting around 1815--toward Unification.
Dario Argento, in his only departure from the horror genre, made a film about the First Italian Independence War, which started in 1848. Filmed in Milan and Rome, The Five Days is an obscure, left-wing satirical gem. “I wanted to show how false the 'birth of Italy' was," Argento told me in Rome in 2005. “Because it was a revolution conducted by the rich and by the nobles. That is why six years later there was another revolution, an anarchist revolution.”
I really liked the lobby's metallic details, such as the mesh lamp and the chrome candelabra.
Me waiting for my room to be ready as my flight arrived rather early. I loved the ostrich-feather-tufted chandeliers and sconces. Ironic details!
Chic and slightly sinister chandelier.
The rooms at Leon's Place are on the small side (as they are in many Rome hotels and most Paris hotels) but fortunately I was awarded a Junior Suite and a long terrace, so there was plenty of room for me to do my jumping jacks and karate moves--and swing my long-chained handbags around.
My terrace view included this lovely color palette.
The bed was superbly comfortable and the mirrors around it do serve a function--if you know how to work it ;-)
I appreciated the understated, elegant touches like these swirled knobs. The bathroom, not pictured, is big and bright with a large tub. (The smaller rooms only have showers.) The bathroom's floor is precious Carrara polychrome marble, preserved from the building's original 19th-century incarnation. The shampoo and shower gel are a sexy combination of what I think was vanilla and musk.
Staircase to the breakfast room. Italian hotels almost never seem to get breakfast right. So, I'm happy to report that the breakfast at Leon's Place is rather excellent and the staff is very friendly and attentive.
I never had time to have a drink at the bar but they've done a splenid job with it.
Leon's Place is a short walk away from the tranquil Villa Borghese Gardens. The hotel will make an appointment for you at the wildly popular Galleria Borghese, as they did for me. But that was before I knew I was being invited to the dinner held there for Jean Paul Gaultier and we had the museum all to ourselves.
While I was exploring the area near the hotel, I discovered a wonderful restaurant called the Trattoria Cadorna, opened in 1947, on the via Raffaele Cadorna. I had the heavenly saltimbocca alla romana: tender veal wrapped in cured ham and cooked in white wine, butter and sage. It's lunches like this that make me feel sorry for vegetarians.
In New York we have a plethora of bland, generic Duane Reades. Rome has this. (Located next to Leon's Place.)
Thanks for reading.
Monday, 15 July 2013
Jean Paul Gaultier dinner at the Galleria Borghese hosted by Vogue Italia and Alta Roma, July 7. Photos & text by Glenn Belverio
After the Gaultier show, we were all whisked off (although it was a bit of a blood sport to get a car at Santo Spirito) to the Galleria Borghese, in the enchanting Villa Borghese gardens, for a dinner in Monsieur Gaultier's honor, hosted by Vogue Italia and Alta Roma Alta Moda.
It was a rare treat indeed to be able to wander through the galleries after hours, taking in all the breathtaking sculptures by such masters as Gian Lorenzo Bernini and Antonio Canova, as well as the stunning interiors. The museum houses the largest (former) private collection of art in the world, but it was turned over to the Italian state in 1902. Tourists are not allowed to take photos of the work during viewing hours, but because we are a bunch of spoiled fashionistas, we were allowed to take as many as we wished.
The villa dates back to 1608 and was designed to house Cardinal Scipione Borghese's art collection.The interior decor was carried out in 1775-90 by Antonio Asprucci and Christopher Unterberger for Marcantonio IV Borghese, and was fully restored in the 1990s.
Franca Sozzani, dripping in jewels.
My friend Susan Sabet, editor of Pashion magazine in Cairo, looking Very Serious (she's a hoot in person) and moi forgetting to smile properly again. I think I was overwhelmed by the surroundings.
Me and my long-lost friend Rebecca Voight. She was covering Alta Roma for Interview magazine.
Designer Sergio Zambon. I met Sergio during my first trip to Rome, back in 2001! I wrote a story about him for DUTCH magazine that year, when Rebecca Voight was my editor.
Cruising the Galleria...good thing I'm not a size queen!
Designer Simone Valsecchi. Simone created some wonderfully imaginative leather masks for the Artisanal Intelligence exhibit at Alta Roma, which took place in a 17th-century library (report to come.)
I met Amanda Lear!! I've been a HUGE fan of her and her music since the early '90s, when I was a small child. I believe it was childhood friend Duncan (the artist formerly known as Brenda Sexual) who introduced me to her music. And of course this song is apropos for a fashion week in Rome:
And this Amanda Lear hit from the early '80s features some tantalizing man candy:
The Last Temptation of Rebecca Voight
This is one of the Galleria's most famous acquisitions: Canova's 1808 waxed marble figure of Pauline, sister of Napoleon and wife of Prince Camillo Borghese. She's serving us fierce topless-Venus divatude! Prince Camillo thought the work so provocative that he allegedly forbade even the artist from seeing it after completion. (Give me a break--like Canova wouldn't remember what those fine bodacious ta-tas looked like.) When asked by a shocked friend how she could bear to pose naked, Pauline famously said, "The studio was heated, darling!"
A day without classical bestiality porn is like a day without sunshine....
After drinking in all those masterpieces, it was time for us to take our seats at the dinner outside in the magnificent Villa Borghese gardens...
My Hyacinth Bucket moment.
Cute boys who sat across from me....I can't remember their names...sometimes champagne bubbles numb my memory receptors....
The dinner, it goes without saying, was absolutely exquisite. I was positively mad for the pasta course: Caramelle arancia e cannella con vellutata di spinaci. Tortellini with cheese that was flavored with pieces of candied orange! And the spinach sauce was flavored with cinnamon. A delightful surprise to the palate! Orgasmic. Now I want to put candied orange in everything...
The main course was tournedos of tender veal with a potato torte and ratatouille. The operatic dessert of sfogliata caramellata di millefoglie con crema chantilly e fragole, coulis di frutti di bosco left me in a state of absolute devastation. Susan Sabet had to pour me into our waitng car, but not before we were treated to the sight of Marta Marzotto, legendary scion of the Marzotto dynasty, who was flashing her outsized bijoux which she designed herself. Rome, you have spoiled me thoroughly...
Thanks for reading.
Thursday, 13 June 2013
OH GOSH - A BOX OF DONUTS BACKSTAGE BY CHOCOLATECAKE
Chocolatecake snaps models vs donuts backstage at London and Paris Fashionweeks
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Wednesday, 03 April 2013
CHINATOWN DREAM - CHIEF MISHA SUKYAS FOR STUSSY
Thursday, 21 March 2013
THE BROKEN ARM PARIS OPENING EVENING TONIGHT
Dear Shaded Viweres
The Broken Arm was opened about a month ago just before Paris fashion week F/W13 and they just had an official opening evening.
They had presentation for Nike × Undercover " GYAKUSOU " collection during fashion week which are only available in very limited boutiques in the world.
I'll come back for lunch soon, because apéritif was so delicious !
Thank you AnaÏs, Guillaume & Romain.
THE BROKEN ARM
12, rue Perrée 75003 Paris FRANCE
+ 33 (0)1 44 61 53 60