Chateau Marmont S’il Vous Plaît!

Since the global pandemic completely reshaped the world order – work, travel, shopping, art, music, social systems and networks are placed on hold indefinitely. And since I was not able to stop in Paris on the way from London due to the enforced travel restricitons and general calamity early this March, I check myself into my favorite place in LA – the infamous Chateau Marmont on Sunset strip for a week, and isolate like any other regular rockstar. The place is quiet, private and soulful – I love it here, I have always adored it! Let us be glam and celebrate life all day, every day! Enjoy the rooftop views of my beautiful City of Angels! XOXOXO

London Editions…

If we only knew the future, we would not do half the things we set out to do or did already. Have we met before before? Then we meet again again – a deja vu in London, or a rendezvous “take #2”. I am from the future, kind of blade–running backwards, stopping in London with plans for Paris (this scenario of course halted as the global pandemic spread like wildfire around the world). As I park myself at the London Edition Hotel, right on the rooftop terrace with an amazing view of Central Soho, a week in London seems like a fun little escapade in itself. Catching up on things I didn’t get to do on the last go-round – like visiting the Saatchi Gallery with the most expensive exhibit in London’s history on the Egyptian Pharaoh Tutankhamen; strolling through the National Portrait Gallery in search of Cecil Beaton’s photos; walking to Big Ben and the famous Bond and Oxford streets and Savile Row for shopping, Portobello Road for antiques and food markets for Cheese shops and Davidoff cigars and the best English Fox umbrellas. Let’s not forget the buzz around new restaurants and notable bars with cool vibes, dressing up and keeping calm, before I catch the last flight to my beloved LA on Friday the 13th, March 2020. So we pray, eat, and love and carry on! God save the Queen and all her subjects! Cheers:)

Happy Birthday Miss Parker!

After the arctic temps, I need some melting, thawing out the layers so to speak – from furs and cashmere to daring swimsuits under Cali sun and lush palm trees by deep blue pools in my favorite hideout the Parker Palm Springs. If Dorothy Parker were around, that would be her goto place away from LA’s noise, traffic and pom pom bravado. And she was one witty quirky poetess, a persona larger than most men gave her credit. She said – “Hollywood money isn’t money. It’s congealed snow, melts in your hand, and there you are.” Go get that cash money and put in on the red in the nearest casino, built on Indian American reservations in PS. God knows – we all need support – take what you need and leave the rest. And happy birthday To all The Pisceans, mine happens to be in March! So let me eat my cake 🙂