Monday, April 9

Fun in the Hebrides

Angus MacNeil, 36, and the Scottish National Party's anti-sleaze champion and credited with blowing the whistle on the cash-for-honours affair now dogging Tony Blair was forced to issue a public apology Sunday after having a "drunken romp" with two teenagers. Otherwise Mr MacNeil is a sheep farmer in the the remote outer Hebrides. One of the un-phased girls Ms Morrison says: "We both kissed him and there was heavy petting. He was excited but we did not have full sex - we were all too drunk" saving, I might add, Mr MacNeil's political career if Washington DC is the standard. Morrison, and her female partner Ms. Watt, now study at the Royal Scottish Academy of Music in Glasgow. Ms Morrison's father is (of course) the daughter of a Church of Scotland minister who is one of the Queen's chaplains. What fun!

Bank Holiday Weekend

This being Easter and England, the country shuts down for a four day bank-holiday weekend to celebrate the resurrection of Christ. Amen. Our ambitions our a bit more modest and Sunday finds us at the Hampton outdoor pool for some fun-in-the-sun once the morning chill burns off. Madeleine spends no less than two hours in the H-2-O until I drag her out, fingers white and pruney. We sun-bathe and Eitan finds a couple of new friends to play make-shift footie. From here we go to Dana and Nathan's for an afternoon BBQ. Before the meat, Dana hides Easter Eggs in a private garden nearby her house in Primrose Hill and the kids go wild for it. We say our farewells to Mary and Amado who return to New York the next day. Eitan declares that Devon is his best friend.

Our good weather this weekend prompts a flurry of bets on a record-breaking summer. The book maker William Hill reacts by trimmming the odds of temperatures exceeding 100F in 2007 from 10-1 to 8-1. Further, Hill offers 12-1 that the higest record temperature of 103.5F will be beaten this year.

Thursday, April 5

Chelsea Football

Having recently declared celery a "prohibited item" within their Stamford Bridge ground, last week Chelsea FC banned three supporters who were seen in possession of the vegatable at a recent FA Cup game against Spurs. Chelsea supporters, you see, have been singing a ditty about celery since the early 1980s when the club was so poor that the fans had to make their own entertainment. This disgruntled the ruling powers and hence the ban, which states: "The throwing of anything at a football match, including celery, is a criminal offense for which you can be arrested and end up with a criminal record. In future, if anyone is found attempting to bring celery into Stamford Bridge they could be refused entry and anyone caught throwing celery will face a ban." When queried, the Royal Society of the Prevention of Accidents notes "I do not think we can find any instances of people struck by vegetables at sporting fixtures."
Photo from the WWW.

Watching you

It is reported today in the Herald Tribune that the British government will attach loud-speakers to the country's already ubiquitous CCTV cameras. If the idea of being blasted by an over-head bullhorn for dropping chewing gum were not so funny it would be sad. Or frightening. We Brits are the most photographed in the world with one camera per 14 citizens. In London, on average, I am snappped and stored over 300 times per day. Soon this data will connect to the Identity Card now fiercely debated in parliament. Add my medical history, credit scores and other personal data and presto - my private life ends. Young people battle this intrusion by going the other extreme exhibiting themselves on MySpace and other community websites. For them who live the Internet this is freedom.

Wednesday, April 4

Eurostar home

Eitan and Madeleine are bored and push me to the end. Madeleine: "Are we there yet dad? Are we? Are we there yet dad? Dad! Are! We! There! Yet!" I receive dirty looks for nearby passengers and one who tells Madeleine to "pipe down" which gets an immediate negative reaction from me. I split the kids up. Bribe them with treats. Threaten them with no-TV. We are all relieved to pull into London Waterloo where another train ride to Richmond awaits us. "Aw dad, this is the longest trip of my life" says Madeleine.

Amado-Mary

Mary, Amado and Mia yesterday in Paris. Mary, Amado and I met at Columbia then trekked with Sonnet and classmates Holly and Marc to Morocco where we climbed the High Atlas. We reached the peak Jbel Toubkal which is 4,167 meters and the highest in the range and Africa's second highest after Kilimanjaro. On the way, we visited Fez, Marrakesh and romantic favorite Essaouira on the Atlantic coast. Since those high travels, Mary has pursued strategic consulting at Boston Consulting and Amado teaching at West Side schools. Before graduate school, Mary and Amado taught in the New York Public School System, which is how they met.

Maya is a joy and spreads cheer with her never-ending smile.

La Tour

The Little Dudes re-unite at the mid-section of the Eiffel Tower following an unanticipated 2.5 hour weight in line. Not to worry though - the children play footie with a deck-shoe, climb the Eiffel Tower's concrete base, play with themselves and mostly avoid the grouchy adults. Mostly. Mary decides that the line is unfair as large groups receive priority over single payers: "this does not sit well with the entrepreneur in me" she says. It is a chilly morning which turns into a warm spring afternoon for our picnic in the nextdoor park. Afterwards we catch a merry-go-round and it is a perfect day.

I learn that maintenance of the tower includes applying 60 tons of three graded tones of paint every seven years to protect it from rust. On occasion, the color of the paint is changed — the tower is currently painted a shade of brownish-gray. However, the tower is actually painted three different colors in order to make it look the same color. The colors change from dark to light from top to bottom, but it looks the same because of the background (the sky being light and the ground being dark).

Montparnasse

The kids and I cross the channel to visit Paris Monday and yesterday, where I took this photo of Madeleine (Sonnet stays in London to work on her exhibition). We stay in Montparnasse or the 14th arrondisement with the Marry and Amado and their crew who continue their European Family Holiday. Our room is cozy and requires a roll-out which Madeleine and Eitan fight over until the bed collapses missing Madeleine's foot by a fraction. Disaster deflected. We get an early start on the day at a crowded cafe with chocolate croissants, hot chocolate and chocolate crepes before visiting the Eiffel Tower.

Monday, April 2

I ❤ NY


Sonnet in the Daily Mail

by LIZ JONES - 2nd April 2007

SAY the words New York fashion and what springs to mind (for me anyway) is one big yawn. New York design is wearable and well-made, classic, a bit sporty. But exciting? Oh dear me no.

You need only glance at the assembled members of the American fashion press in the front row of the shows - all supersmooth blowdried hair, French manicures and kitten heels - to realise that while American women can do polished, they can't do funky.

The famous names in New York, from Calvin Klein to Ralph Lauren and Donna Karan, produce predictable clothes in various shades of taupe for women who like to look slick but safe.

For anything remotely innovative you have to go to London. For impeccable craftsmanship, Paris. And for high-end luxury labels, Milan.

But all these preconceptions are about to be overturned with an exhibition, New York Fashion Now, opening at the V&A museum in London next month.


The work of 20 young designers has been gathered together over the course of two years by the curator, Sonnet Stanfill, who, when I her for a sneak preview, told me that New York is enjoying a fashion moment not seen since London was swinging in the Sixties.

And the reason for this renaissance? The after-effects of 9/11.

'The terror attacks happened during New York Fashion Week,' she reminds me. 'It meant all the shows were cancelled and many young designers were hit hard. Everyone was thinking: 'Who needs fashion?' It seemed irrelevant and frivolous. But it was also the best time to start a business: the only way was up.'

New York designers have always risen to a challenge. For the first three decades of the 20th century, well-heeled women in America looked only to Paris. Two world wars changed that for good.

Unable to get hold of clothes from Europe, women had to look at home-grown designers, such as Geoffrey Beene (the first designer to appropriate men's tailoring for women), Clare Potter and Claire McCardell, who was among the first to dress women in slacks and unstructured, sporty clothes.

In the autumn of 2001, keen to shore up the economy, the press and fashion buyers were behind the new young designers who emerged out of the ashes and whose work we will be able to see next month.

Some names will already be familiar. There's Zac Posen, whose clever draping and supple fabrics are beloved by movie stars. Proenza Schouler, who designs luxurious, feminine sportswear. Behnaz Sarafpour, the Iranianborn designer who was inspired to start her business by the events of 2001 and has since become most famous for her miniskirts.

And finally Derek Lam, who has been hired to inject edge into the Italian luxury brand Tod's and is one of the very few designers to address the issue of very young, very thin models.

But while you may not be familiar with the rest of the names on show, rest assured many are bound to become the Marc Jacobs and Narciso Rodriguezes of the future. Surprisingly, there is even the occasional Alexander McQueen in the making, in a section entitled Avant Garde.

The names here include Slow And Steady Wins The Race, a label designed by a female designer who wishes to remain anonymous; Three As Four, whose designs, as well as being hung in art galleries can already be found in Barney's, the Manhattan equivalent of Harvey Nichols; and Miguel Adrover, a radical designer (his clothes were sometimes made to be worn inside out) who sadly went out of business in 2005.

Another even more surprising is entitled Atelier. New York fashion has never been about craftsmanship and bespoke tailoring, but there are a handful of designers who have made a name from intricate, beautifully made and hugely expensive clothes.

THERE'S Maggie Norris, who learned her trade at the coat-tails of Ralph Lauren and whose evening gowns can cost £25,000. For his label Lost Art, Jordan Betten makes intricate pieces in leather and suede by hand for celebrity clients including Lenny Kravitz and Britney Spears.

Korean-born designer Jean Yu, who opened for business only three months after 9/11, makes simple but sumptuous dresses; and finally Costello Tagliapietra, who tailors deceptively simple double-knit jersey or bias-cut satin dresses.

Menswear, too, will feature heavily, with new labels Thom Browne, which is all about retro tailoring and cropped trousers, Duckie Brown, which gives tailoring a slightly whimsical twist, John Varvatos, who has been known to send men down the runway wearing ponchos, shawls and carrying a handbag, and Cloak, a label (since closed; being an up and coming designer is nothing if not perilous) renowned for tough, masculine clothes.

And, of course, an exhibition on New York fashion wouldn't be complete without a section on designers who rely most heavily on celebrity endorsement. Here you will be able to see outfits by Zac Posen (Gwyneth Paltrow wore one of his dresses to this year's Oscars) and Sean 'Diddy' Combs, whose label Sean John is hugely successful in the U.S. because it is both affordable and cutting edge.

•NEW YORKFashion Now, sponsored by Ecco, is at the V&A from April 17 to September 23. Entry is free.

Dana and Dakota

Dana and daughter Dakota on the Edgware Road in London Sunday evening. Dakota is one cute kid. When not full-time mom, Dana is a Managing Director in JP Morgan's private equity funds group. Dana, Mary and Sonnet each juggle time-commitments and parenting while maintaining their family-work balance. Not easy I observe and imagine but happily there is a support group of each other which does help it all along.

Yummy Mummy

Mary and husband Amado and children Devon, Simon and Maya visit London from Friday to next Sunday. Eitan and Madeleine giddy by the prospect seeing their friends and their joining matches all expectations. We are also delighted to see our New York friends and spend the day kicking about London starting at the Tate Britain and ending at the Beirut Express for an early Lebanese dinner - family style. This photo of Sonnet, Mary and Dana taken next to the Millennium Bridge connecting the Tate Modern to the City.

Michael Phelps wins seven gold medals at the World Swimming Championships in Melbourne, tying Mark Spitz's '72 Olympic tally. Phelps would most likely have collected eight if not for the DQ of the US 4X100 medley relay in the preliminaries. Overall 15 world records were established of which 12 by Americans and four by Phelps excluding relays.

Green grass

Madeleine tells me what she thinks. To be honest, I ask her (and Eitan) to pose so often that she has a canned-response and the sillier the better. I mis-time the neighborhood birthday party at the the lawn and tennis club giving us an hour outside and so here we are on the nearby common. We play tag and home-base and sample the early spring. Classmates Alex and Sue turn five.

Brit gals in the armed forces:

  • 17,000 women in the UK armed forces
  • 9.1% of total
  • 1% of combat soldiers
  • 11.2% are officers
  • 8,270 are in the British Army
  • 1,191 are on 55 war-ships
  • 12.3% of Royal Air Force
  • 2 are brigadiers, the highest rank held by women in the Army
  • 2 killed in Iraq since 2003
  • 96% of jobs in the RAF open to women
Source: The Times

Cone

Eitan and I share a moment at the local ice cream parlor. His cone is mint chocolate-chip and chocolate-chocolate cake which, I am told by the proprietor and maker of the ice creams, is "by far" the favorite for the under-sevens crowd. Our Mano-a-Mano during a Madeleine birthday party and I use the time to get Eitan clipped at "the Turks", our local barbershop where one simply states a preferred razor number. Eitan is number three.

Friday, March 30

Peter Brookes

Peter Brookes is the British Press Awards Cartoonist of the Year and Political Cartoonist of the Year with a body of work puncturing the pomposity of politicians.
Photo from The Times

Thursday, March 29

Brontisaurus

This photo from May 2003 has Eitan in the tub following his nightly routine: swim goggles and dinosaurs followed by a dry-off with his Spider Man towel then Spidey PJ's. And Spider Man bedtime story... and Spider Man bed-sheets, socks, comic books, socks and terry-cloth robe. And Spider Man slippers. Spider Man pillow cases. Spidey posters. Spider Man trainers. A Spider Man comforter. Underwear. T-Shirt. A Spider Man sweat-shirt. Spidey cartoons. Then, one day - it stops. The Boy's mind was done with the thing.

Wednesday, March 28

Springtime

This rather serious and urban invitation is to the Sonnet's NY Fashion at the V&A. Tres cool.

I drop the kids off at school this morning and remain for a real treat: Springtime Assembly. The school children have been practicing their lyrics for songs including "Doe
a deer, a female deer. Ray, a drop of Golden Sun..." and other seasonal classics. The school hall fills to capacity and media recorders fight for position above the head-line. As I sit in the front row, Eitan studiously avoids all eye-contact. Madeleine, on the other-hand, lights up when I look in her direction and waves away.

When I threaten the kids last night with the "nuclear option", ie, take the television to the dump, Eitan squarely rebuts: "Yeah, so, you watch more television than anyone. Dinner, weekend, sleeping!" Madeleine cries just thinking about it.

Tuesday, March 27

Phelps

Three world records are set today in Australia: Natalie Coughlin (100m back stroke), Aaron Piersol (100m back stroke) and Michael Phelps (pictured). Phelps becomes the first swimmer under 1:44 in the 200 meter freestyle, touching in at 1:43.86 and robbing Ian Thorpe of his 2001 standard. I still follow this unusual sport from my youth - a memory water-logged from the hours spent in a pool at Berkeley, Walnut Creek and finally Brown. Swimming allowed me an exchange with Genevé Natation when I was 16 during the Olympic year 1984. I trained with Dano Halsell, who owned the World Record for the 50m freestyle, broken by Robin Leamy 24 hours later. My friend Etienne Dagon earned Switzerland's first swimming medal - a bronze - in the 200m breast stroke. Theo David was ranked seventh in the world in the 200m butterfly though did not make the Olympic finals. For a small non-swimming nation those were good times.
Photo by Rick Rickman.

Feets up

Katie and I this Sunday kicking around NYC. Here we have a pedicure. From the West Side we walk to mid-town and Sean Jean's - also known as P Diddy's store. All the brothers who give us directions know exactly where it is. Sonnet is displaying designer Zak Posen in her upcoming collection "NY Fashion" and wants a Sean Jean baseball cap as Zak is Diddy's business partner. Inside the store there are lots of colorful styles vibrating to Diddy and other video rappers who rap. While I feel ultimately square in the coolest hip-hop style shop, it does not escape me that my fellow shoppers are, without exception, white.

Monday, March 26

Rock

Here I am on Madison Avenue at Rockefeller Center. Katie and I spend yesterday walking Manhattan and recovering (at least me) from a few cocktails and a late night capped by the re-run "Jerry Maguire" on late-night t.v. Behind me is 30 Rock -the centerpiece of Rockefeller Center at 70 floors and 266 meters. Once known as the RCA Tower, the building was renamed in the 1980s after GE re-acquired RCA which it helped found in 1919. The skyscraper is the headquarters of NBC and houses most of the network's New York studios, including the legendary Studio 8H, home of Saturday Night Live. The Rainbow Room is on the top floor. Unlike most Art Deco towers built in the 1930s, the GE Building was constructed as a slab with a flat roof, where the Center's observation deck, the Top of the Rock is located, which was first built in 1933. It spans from the 67-70th floors. On the 70th floor, reached by both stairs and elevator, there is a 20-foot wide viewing area, allowing visitors a unique 360-degree panoramic view of New York City. It's a good place to impress a date.

Lips

Photo of Katie taken at Kelly's wedding (Kelly can be seen at the left side of the photo). The two were friends at Harvard and now share New York City (Kelly always asks me: "JO how is your little sis?"). Today Katie chases down opportunities from the New York Times story of her including book agents, think tanks and foundations. After the wedding Katie, Todd and I head to the Mandarin Oriental for a late night drink and New York moment.