Breakfast at Cecconi`s
Conor, Audie and Emma at Anderson and Sheppard
Brinley and I
Tom and Brinley
Tom and Sarah
Early start -and early train (6.52am) ,as I had a ticket for the Matisse `The Cut-Outs` exhibition at Tate Modern at 12, and wanted to squeeze in a little retail therapy first. I was a woman on a mission. My lovely husband decided that he would drive me to Kings Lynn station, as the last time I parked there, my car was bumped into-the car park is tight to say the least, resulting in several hundred pounds worth of damage. Ouch.
Knowing what to wear for a trip to London is always a nightmare, and I know of old that the minute Autumn strikes -despite it being rather hot yesterday, that winter clothes will be worn. So I wore black suede boots. Hot feet. Very hot feet, and after five months wearing flip flops or flat gold sandals, my flattest of all feet are now in shock having been lifted to an angle that they only know in the winter months. Plus I did a bit of walking too.
The train pulled into Kings Cross on time and a taxi whizzed me to Bond Street for 9am, to find that nearly all of the shops ( including Louis Vuitton) where my mission was to start, were closed. In fact this particular shop wasn`t opening until 10. Grrr, I was on a strict time limit too. So I hotfooted it, ( literally) to Cecconi`s, and sat at the bar to wait. So latte and almond croissant and answering emails it was. Cecconi`s full of power breakfasting suits tucking into bacon sandwiches and eggs Benedict, with the occasional girl picking at avocado on granary toast with a poached egg atop. Slight disaster while I was there, as a waiter reached up to add another salami to the rack above the bar, and it fell with an almighty crash, to gasps from the diners; as about 12 bottles of every brand gin and vodka you can think of fell to the floor. Amazingly only one bottle smashed…
Before going back to Bond Street I popped into my favourite Anderson and Sheppard in Clifford Street to see the lovely Audie. As I have written this on my Blog before, I love this shop, the styling, the colours, the art ,the whole vibe. It is essentially menswear, but they have the most divine scarves-well wraps really, as they are so huge, and earlier in the year Audie had shown me the sample colours she had chosen for `Fall`. As usual her eye is impeccable, in fact she said ” I am not going to bring the grey one out as I know you will have it”, and I have so much grey anyway-so instead she showed me a fabulous tomato red and a very stylish rich mud/marron one which after much deliberation I went for-having removed various items of clothing/jewellery that clashed violently. As Audie said `you can`t wear Turquoise once September comes`. I have to admit she was correct.I adore my new purchase. So very `Fall`.
Next Louis Vuitton, and I knew just what I wanted so that was easy- another `cross body` `Eva` bag ,I have several-very practical and stylish, but this time in their `Damier` chequerboard design . Love this too. Fab.
Time rolling on, sun hot, feet hot, hair flagging. I zipped over to the Conran shop to have a quick looky. Always inspiring to me. Loved their windows, a bit of a Greek vibe with a blue and white tiled sort of Taverna-chic theme going on. I love looking at their amazing table settings and cool lighting. I love to cook and I love to cook for friends, so I always seem drawn to images of dining and place settings and wine glasses. Dived into Bamford on Draycott Avenue-bang opposite Daphne`s; an old haunt of mine-I frequented it on a regular basis in the `90s…
I love everything Daylesford and everything Bamford, the style, the white, the taupe, the organic thingy, the spa, the stores, the food and on and on. But ,my goodness they know how to charge. Their colour palette for this season is delicious- duck egg blues, grey(!),white and aubergine, but I spotted a range of scarves that Anderson and Sheppard have-albeit in different colours, but exactly the same-and here they were £200 more -each. At this rate Carole Bamford will be the only person who can afford to shop here!
I am not a fan of Tate Modern, too big, too ugly, too busy, hard floors, too up and too down and far too far away. But I still went. I had bought a ticket for the Matisse exhibition earlier in the year , but I found out the night before that there was to be a taxi strike that day , and that, coupled with hot sun, made me forfeit my day, and ticket, and stay at home in my flip flops. So it was really was last chance saloon as the exhibition finishes this week.
I LOVED it.
I have always been a fan of Matisse, but seeing his `cut-outs` in real life , so to speak, was a treat. I loved that they were done in gouache so the colours have a slight chalkiness about them and the colours , although bright, are slightly `off`. I also loved the almost three-dimensional aspect to them too, you could see slight curls in the paper and the odd nick and layering of paper -almost patched in places. More interesting than flat colour. I particularly loved the scale of the huge works, and I loved the studio photographs- poignant pictures of Monsieur Matisse at work cutting organic shapes into painted paper with scissors, as he sat in bed in his bedroom/studio at the Hotel Regina in Nice in his later years. In fact I like his later work;1950-1952 executed shortly before he died, the best of all. There was also a fantastic video running at the exhibition of him at work as well. I sneakily snapped some pictures seen above. Great stuff. I wanted them all!
Lunch. And so to the Wolseley. Bring on the wine. Love The Wolseley -love the buzz, love the food, you knowwhat you are getting, and love the people watching. My gorgeous son Tom back from holiday in Bahrain, Oman and Tuscany, and work in Lisbon and Porto, was on good form, and we had much catching up to do. I always try not to have the same starter but I always to seem to do so, as it is yum-a sliver of a croute with quails eggs, duxelle of mushrooms and hollandaise. So we both had the same.
Just as our starter was about to arrive, we had a `you can`t go anywhere` moment, as friend Sarah who has a holiday house in our village tapped me on the shoulder , and then another great friend Brinley came marching over too. Small world indeed. I guess we all like the same places. I went over to chat to Brinley later, who was lunching with the famed private chef Blo Deady , and tucking into Negronis and oysters. Nice.
After all the frivolity and exchanges of mwah mwahs, Tom loved his Veal Holstein-both he and my husband love anything with an anchovy and a fried egg on it, and I loved my scampi-an unusual choice for me, but perfect. Light and flavourful, served with tartare sauce. I am sucker for a lemon wrapped in muslin too!
All in all a most perfect, happy, spoiling day in London with the pictures to prove it……