Little Black Dress

Young model, 3rd fl

A perk of my office that Ralph & Russo on my floor - one never knows who one may see in what  or when walking along the corridor. 

In Selfridges I overhear:

Man: "Boy, do you serve ?"

Salesman: "Yes, I am here to help you sir."

Man: "Do you have clothes in fat sizes, for someone like me?"

Salesman: "We do carry extra large sizes."

Man: "Well let me see your Calvin Klein pants."

Salesman: "That would be that gent over there to help you sir. See, he is waiting for you."

Open Komodo

Today the first day of warm weather since, like, September 2012 and these Brits crawl from their caves, blinkered and pale, like creatures from a Ray Bradbury story, to bask in the sunshine. It is 60 degrees.

Eitan does his homework

Eitan: "Do you know what a 'play on words' is?"

Me: "Yeah ?"

Eitan: "Can you give me an example of a play on words using Komodo Dragon?"

Me: "He opened his Komodo and showed her his dragon."

Eitan: "Dad."

Me:

Eitan: "It's not that funny, Dad."

Corbin Rescue

The Corbin Building, after restoration (photo from Marco)

The Corbin Building, at 192 Broadway and John St, Manhattan, somehow saved from the wrecking ball to make way for progress.  Instead, thx to lobbying by the MTA, it was added to the National Register of Historic Places in 2003 and is being restored to its original beauty by Marco, who joins us last night for dinner.

Marco tells us the Corbin built in 1888 and named for Austin Corbin, a president of the Long Island Rail Road.  The building a brick, stone and terra cotta polychromy exterior while the interior's vaulted ceilings use a Guastavion tile system.  Only two buildings in NY have this. When built, the Corbin Manhattan's tallest structure at nine-stories. Marco knows every loving inch.

Pre restoration (photo from web)

Sports On Sunday

At the Louvre

Madeleine in an all-day swimming gala (Sonnet and she up at 5:45AM. It's Sunday) and delivers 47.50 in the 50 meter fly (personal best of 10 seconds) and 3:00 in the 200 freestyle (pb, 15 seconds).

Elm Grove dispatch the Mayford Tigers 4-nil (though 0-0) at the half. Game notable as the boy takes one in the face and pulled from the pitch with a nose bleed. He now recuperates, in red bath robe, watching Man U-Stoke.

The All Stars in second place (of ten) in the Surrey Primary League's 'Premiere' Division.  Wednesday evening they take on no. 1 Teddington who defeated Elm Grove 2-1 in tournament play earlier this year; they have not met in the league. Coach has the lads fired up.

Concorde Encore

Place de la Concorde facing north

Madeleine and I visit the Paris outdoor antiques market north of the Sacre Coeur but unfortunately it is cold and even the beautiful cathedral and Montmartre, where we sit and watch the people pass by, making up stories about each, does not lift the chill in the air. Madeleine keeps her good attitude and boy do I recall being dragged through some city with my parents wanting to be any where else. We contemplate a few paintings for her bedroom and then to the metro and a brasserie in the 8e followed by Jardin Tuileries. I think to myself: a day to be remembered forever.

Spring Scarf

Dandy on rue de rivoli

The kids hate that I take photograhs of people. Usually I ask permission but then where's the fun in that? 

Museums Galore

Sonnet in Winter Jacket. It's April

Sonnet on a marching tour which takes us and the kids to the Sciences Museum, Pompidou Centre, Jeu de Paume and Monet's lilly pads in Jardin Tuileries.  We have just enough time at the Louvre for the Mona Lisa and the Victory of Samothrace and get distracted by the Botticelli's (Sonnet's favorite). The kids indulge in crepes.

Paree

Madeleine in the 8e.

I do some catch up blogging.

The family in Paris following a visit to Bath and the Claydons (David now advising Tony Blair).  We do yoga with their wonderful Toni who makes me realise how out of shape I have become this year. I can barely do the simplest poses and when he helps me find 'the soft areas' of muscle with a helping push I wonder if the whole thing may go pear shaped.

Madeleine: "What does 'bus' mean?"
Me:
Madeleine: "It's not like I speak French or something."
Me: "You are just handing me stuff for my blog."

Twilight

Me: "Why did you pull the drapes?"
Madeleine: "I'm watching a movie. And you aren't allowed to watch."
Me: "Whatcha watching?"
Madeleine: "Twilight Breaking Dawn.  Now go away."
Me: "Oh, I've totally scene this one."
Madeleine: "Yeah, right dad."
Me: "Yes. This is the one where she's chased by a bunch of wolves."
Madeleine: "Can you go away now?"
Me: "Don't worry, I'll leave if there's any making out."
Madeleine: "Dad!"
Me: "Believe me, I don't want to be next to you if they're kissing."
Madeleine: "Five minutes."
Me:
Madeleine: "Five minutes and you have to leave."
Me: "Deal."

Crystal Ball

Who would have predicted 16 years and a lifetime in London ? Sonnet in her prime at the museum and two healthy engaged kids. Plus a dog.

Sonnet takes the kids for a day of relays at Crystal Palace in the last week end of the Surrey county swim championships.  Madeleine says: "I swam the 4 X 50 meter free relay and we came in fifth out of 35 teams. My individual time was 35.53 seconds, in a 50-meter pool, so there were no tumble turns."

Eitan misses an Elm Grove league game against the Mayford Tigers, last in the division; the All Stars lose and now must win their remaining six games for a shot at the title, including undefeated Teddington.

Blast Away

Eitan mans up

The boy does a chore, negotiated to £6.50 an hour, and better him than me.  He blasts away with aplomb, like father, like son, cleaning up the brickwork and sandstone like a seasoned veteran (I had the job quoted btw at £400). The first half hour or so pretty fun but, in the end, it is a job, and it takes six hours. He counts his money, task well done.

Eitan: "Is this how they clean prisoners?"

Hillary And John Hinkel Park

Hillary (far right) our earliest neighbour in Berkeley and often babysat for me and Katie (I re post Hillary's photo from 1978). She says: "I remember that day! It was filled with Beatles and Led Zeplin!"

John Hinkel Park (Hinkel a local capitalist and philanthropist who donated the land in the 1920s), where the picture taken, on a sloped four acres with magnificent oak groves and the usual teeter-totters and swings, picnic tables, a large fireplace and BBQ pit and, weirdly, an amphitheatre.  A good spot for hippies then and young people now to smoke dope in peace.

Becoming Picasso

Sonnet uses Easter Monday to take Madeleine to the Picasso exhibition at the Courtauld Gallery, which has Madeleine buzzing: the show presents Picasso's 'break through' year, 1901, when he exhibited in Paris for the first time.  

At first, Picasso mirrors his contemporaries Van Gogh, Degas and Toulouse-Lautrec. But in the second half of the year, Picasso changes direction, beginning his 'Blue' period when, inspired by the suicide of a close friend, he produced a group of profoundly moving paintings of melancholic figures considered to be among his first masterpieces. 

Afterwards the girls go to sushi.  Me, I am in Toronto for one meeting and an overnight at the Trump. With windchill, -8.

Madeleine's van Gogh

Madeleine: "Dad, how much is that painting [Madeleine looks at van Gogh's 'Clouds']?"
Me: "I don't know. Go and ask him."
Madeleine: "Can you do it?"
Me: "No, you want it. You ask."
Madeleine: "It's too expensive."
Me: "What did he want for it?"
Madeleine: "25,000 pounds."
Me:
Madeleine: "Do you really think it's worth that much?"
Me: "Did you try to bargain with him?"
Madeleine: "What do you mean?"
Me: "You know, make him a counter offer."
Madeleine: "Like what?"
Me: "How about starting at five pounds."
Madeleine: "From £25,000 to five pounds? I don't think so, Dad."
Later, Sonnet: "Did you get a picture, Madeleine?"
Madeleine: "Yep."
Sonnet: "How much?"
Madeleine: "Five pounds. Down from £25,000."
Me: "The kid is a natural."

Rocco

I meet Rocco who (his card informs me) is a "face furniture consultant."  He also refurbs eye glasses and recently did a line for Victoria Beckham.

Rocco otherwise a former rocker and now shop keeper in Notting Hill. He spent some time in Santa Monica until he saw somebody shot in the street - "I just couldn't live there after that", he tells me.

Lisboa

Sonnet at Lisboa

We visit our old haunt, the Portobella Road and the Lisboa bakery with its wonderful custards, to be consumed rapidly, with strong coffee, and a fried pork sandwich.

In the early days of London, when we lived in W9, to get to Lisboa Sonnet and I walked along the Harrow Rd (the equivalent of St Charles Place in Monopoly) then a cobblestone side street next to a few converted warehouses and an orphaned detached Victorian mansion, over the Grand Union canal by the A40 flyover and under the oppressive Trellick Tower's shadow next to the rail road tracks and, finally, Lisboa. Somehow sublime.

Potted History

Eitan in new trousers

The bank holiday weekend in full swing (it snows).

Sonnet and I do some yard work and, as a family activity, we re pot the plants which requires a major effort and some patience.  The root systems fill their vessels so, after extraction , I chop off the bottoms and shake them down; I fill the pots with compost and in the plants go+water.  Time will tell if I killed them - I give it 50-50.

Michael Costiff

Dover Street Mkt

Sonnet and I at Michael Costiff's book signing, following stops in Manhattan and Tokyo. The book includes photographs from Michael's club, the Kinky Gerlinky, which ran from the 1980s to '90s at the Ballroom in Leicester Square. For a time, the Kinky was London's hottest discotheque and favourite of minor European royalty and the cross dressing scene including Divine, Leigh Bowery and Susan Bartch. How unusual, then, that Michael born and raised in Grindleford, a village without street lamps, until he got the hell out.

Sonnet knows Michael as she acquired Michael and wife Gerlinda's Vivian Westwood collection for the V & A.

Chill Out

Madeleine four days into her three week half-term break.  

And this, the Easter Weekend, which England takes seriously - the banks closed today, Good Friday, and Monday. Of course it is freezing though springtime.  In our first flat, a top floor in Maida Vale, a young ish women would sunbathe, in her bra and panties, on her urban roof, the first weekend of warm weather, welcoming the new season for us all.

Truman Capote