RADDA IN CHIANTI & SIENA

We arrived at Radda late in the evening and checked into Palazzo Leopold. Dr. Doolittle worked his charm on a cat that we met in the street -- she reciprocated by sitting outside our restaurant shouting for him throughout our supper. Lovely restaurant Al Chiasso, small and intimate.





More walking around, pretty pretty pretty. Walled town with narrow cobbled streets, lots of visitors and much to see. Thankfully the weather was kind to us and the rain held off.






After Radda, we continued our drive, leaving Tuscany and heading towards Umbria. Before leaving Toscana though, we made our final stop in Siena.




Larger and busier than the previous towns, Siena is a city within a city -- the outskirts are modern and commercial, the interior is medieval and bustling with tourists. The cathedral is stunning -- the interior is different to anything I'd expected,  black and white marble - just stunning visually.





The piazza outside is where every summer they hold the horse races...something G had done when he was last there, some 20 years before. He remembers standing, crushed in the crowd, trying to catch a glimpse of the horses racing around the square. Sadly we missed it, but I took a photo of a postcard...



We spent the night in Siena -- we found the hotel last minute (literally) in the Michelin guide. It was good but not that good. Walking around the city, we found so many more places that we would have preferred to spend the night in, smaller/more intimate/quainter but we didn't complain, we were happy to be there.


We ate at a lovely restaurant called Osteria Le Logge on Via del Porrione. The dining room walls are covered in bookcases, it's a quaint and lowkey place.




Siena is home to many delicious foods and we stocked up on panforte for Christmas gifts








Bidding our farewells to Tuscany the next (mist laden) morning, we headed out in our little rental car (little being the operative word) towards Umbria....

FIRENZE

I last went to Florence when I was 15, and came back with madly romanticised ideas of how beautiful everything was -- the art, the society and also the men. I vividly remember seeing a tall, dark, Florentine man walking through one of the piazzas wearing a deep purple velvet smoking jacket with jeans, and thinking he was divine. Ok, so my taste back then might have veered a little towards Dolce and Gabbana, but it was still a very striking moment nonetheless.

The last time G was there was the same time as me, coincidentally. Was he the man in the purple smoking jacket? He swears not, that he's never had such heinous taste in clothing.


Anyway, both of us viewed the city differently this time -- the nostalgia was stripped away somewhat and we saw the city through more grown-up, less awed, eyes. More appreciation for the architecture, the food, the weather (!). It decided to rain on us, hard. We bought rain boots. G was in heaven with numerous men's tailors dotted around -- the perfect chance to stock up on decent trousers, jackets, shirts and shoes. He didn't disappoint.








The cathedral was lovely. Inside more so than out.




We ate well -- the key to finding the good places -- once we'd (rather G had) made enough visits to certain shops that sold items of a sartorial nature, he was allowed in on the local's places to eat. We recommend Coco Lezzone....a tiny weeny no-frills, honest to goodness homemade and authentic Florentine food tucked away in a back street -- recommended to us by locals. G's first course was a tagliatelle with porcini mushrooms "the mushrooms were like foie gras", followed by a main course of the classic Florentine steak.




For shopping...just about anywhere that takes your fancy really. There's tat and there's sartorial heaven (including Salvatore Ferragamo's flagship store which definitely falls into the latter).





Sightseeing....we popped into the Accademia to say hello to David...still very handsome despite having overly large hands. We also dropped into the Uffizi. Despite the glum weather and it being off-season, the city was still packed with visitors from all over the world.


After 2 days in the city, we picked up a hire car and drove ourselves to the Tuscan countryside to find G's mother's old house...there it was, about 20 mins outside of the city in the most beautiful countryside. Down one lane and up another until we reached the gates. They were padlocked but we could still see the place of many of G's happiest memories. Walking in the countryside with 4 cats by his side (I swear he is the doctor doolittle of cats), lying in the sunshine, taking the bus into the city for class. The drive up to the house has olive trees on one side, grapevines on the other, and there are cypress trees surrounding the house. It's stunning.






We drove on to Panzano where we had lunch in a restaurant called Il Vescovino. Panzano is a very pretty medieval village -- one where only residents can drive inside the city walls. There was only one other table, we arrived at closing time (of course!), but they sat us down where we had a stunning view over the fields into the distance, with the mist just closing in on us...then the heavens opened, but the sun still shone.




After lunch we drove onto Volpaia -- a tiny weeny medieval village which was just stunning. We stocked up on cinghiale salami -- wild boar, a Tuscan staple.







We then continued our drive to St. Gimignano. St. G is another of the medieval towns (larger than the others) and is bustling with visitors and trade.





We ate at a great trattoria -- Osteria del Carcere on Via del Castello. I was fascinated by how they decanted glasses of wine. They used a glass bubble bong thing in order to aerate each glass individually. We stared at it so much that they put it on our table. G poured himself a glass while I took a photo. I suspect they thought we'd only take a picture. G had no such shame.




I had ribollita, a traditional Tuscan soup. Delicious and perfect for an autumnal day.



We decided to continue our drive towards Siena...but enroute we made our final stop of the day in Radda in Chianti...


 
Ribollita means "reboiled" and is a traditional dish from the Tuscany region of Italy. It's perfect for this time of year -- Autumn turning to Winter -- as it's a hearty, thick, vegetable laden soup.

Traditionally, this soup would take 3 days to prepare.

Day 1: make your minestrone soup

Day 2: using leftover minestrone soup, add very thin slices of bread and top with red onion then bake.

Day 3: take the leftovers of Day 2 and reboil everything. This is your rebollita. Serve with olive oil drizzled on top.

Authentic ribollita needs cavolo nero (winter black cabbage), but clearly this isn't easily found in WholeFoods, so kale will suffice. Once grown only in Tuscany, enterprising farmers in California's Salinas Valley are now growing cavolo nero. The other essential ingredient is the Tuscan white bean -- you can find these in high-end food markets such as Balducci's or Dean and Deluca.  

I would give you a recipe for Minestrone but I am going to cheat. We picked up some Rebollita mix from a Tuscan store so I will be able to skip Days 1 and 2. Is that terrible and does it equate to a Pot Noodle?

Every morning it was the same routine: Colonel Danders would make his way out to the yard to watch the sunrise, yet he never realized he was facing the wrong way until it was too late.




this is so sweet. though i have no clue whether it's a rabbit or a dog. or a cat.


from here

T O A S T

when the winter weather starts to set in, there's nothing better than layering up until only my nose pokes out.

on days when it's freeeeeeeeezing, and i want to stay under the duvet but can't - there's no reason why i can't dress myself up as though i never left the bed.

these people can help me.







la classe





some brilliant christmas present ideas

School of Sewing
It is so much more ethical to make your own clothes, so give someone the gift of conscience-free creativity with Alison Victoria’s range of sewing classes. She has one for every kind of dexterous hand: the winter coat, the cocktail dress, refresher courses, beginners. Your new handmade wardrobe starts here. From £30 for half a day. schoolofsewing.co.uk

Into the Blue ballroom dance classes
Know someone who is interested in actually learning the paso doble rather than just watch celebrities mess it up on Strictly? This is the gift for aspiring dancers, although unfortunately, sparkly dresses are not included. Introductory class costs £29, voucher is redeemable at studios nationwide. intotheblue.co.uk

Le Manoir Aux Quat’ Saisons cookery school
Don’t be daunted by Raymond Blanc’s name above the door. Here, surrounded by blissful Oxfordshire countryside, you can learn to cook in a day, perfect your breadmaking skills, train in food nutrition or just learn how to provide the perfect dinner party — after all, staying in is the new going out. Courses start from £310 for a full day. manoir.com

Three Choirs Vineyard Wine Tasting break
Dramatic views across their Gloucestershire vineyards and a weekend of wine tasting will make for a uniquely alcoholic experience. From £210 per couple per night including accommodation, wine tasting and notes and a vineyard tour. three-choirs-vineyards.co.uk

McQueens Floristry School
Thrusting two hydrangeas into a vase does not a florist make. Give someone the knowledge to create startling flower arrangements at McQueens. There are one-day courses in hand-tied bouquets, table centres and more, or really splash out on a six-week advanced course. From £290. mcqueens.co.uk

Fabulous in High Heels
There is an art to making walking around in gravity-defying heels look effortless. If you know someone with great shoes but, um, perhaps not the accompanying saunter, book her in with Sarah. She will help with posture, too. Course costs £150 and includes one 90-minute class. Louboutin heels aren’t part of the price, annoyingly. sarahtoner.co.uk

I know these are all in the UK, but perhaps there's something similar wherever you're located.

 
hint: i would love the sewing, floristry and cookery classes :-)

going to hell with a first-class ticket

okay, so i took a peek at the bright young things website to see their photos of FW's 1st anniversary party. yes it was a long time ago all things considered, but as nobody reads this blog, i so don't care.

i had read numerous reviews on how amazing the dc folk looked - even the sartorialist, scott schuman - commented on how well-dressed this fine city's peeps were. so i had to look. it was la classe!


the cheap tshirt underneath an even cheaper cotton strapless dress from a pound store. worn with plastic pearls that don't even go all the way around. i bet you live in virginia.


i know that faux fur is the dernier cri (for poor people and vegans) but there's faux and there's this. cheap nasty synthetic kind of faux fur. even my cat would balk on being asked to wear this.


it was a drinks party, not a wedding from 1983. i bet she wore them with her work pumps. she definitely lives in virginia or on cap hill.


i can only imagine the full ensembles. then again, i'd rather not.

to the lady on the right: opaque tights.

to both of you: your shoes shouldn't be lighter than your stockings unless your entire outfit costs more than $500. no, make that unless your shoes cost more than $500.



zut alors



carine...what were you thinking? madonna already killed that look.

the manhattan mexicanas returned late last night from a long weekend in new york. we fed them soba when they walked in the door. it was a  bit of a homemade concoction but they said it was good. phew.

soba noodles in a miso soup, with chinese mushrooms and a large splash or two of japanese dipping sauce to give it a kick. served with pickled radish and edamame. all from hana grocery on u street.

they took megabus up on Sunday morning and back last night. great prices, i was really impressed. they stayed at the salisbury hotel in midtown and thankfully it was an authentic good deal via hotels.com. on occasion when using that site, i've found myself in a room so skanky and small, with views of a concrete wall 2 inches from the window that i have been tempted to sleep in the bath (because it's bigger than the bed and probably more hygienic).

it was L's first time in manhattan and she loved it. her favourite part was times square. eeek. times square horrifies me. the age difference is apparent in our differing reactions to locales. she's 16, gorgeous and hip. i am significantly older and we'll just leave it at that.

they had lunch at sushi yasuda. they said the sushi was delicious, fresh and beautifully served. i haven't been there but i love their business card. it's a fish. the print is slightly raised so you can feel it under your fingertips. super simple and gorgeous. so japanese.



i'm sad, they leave for mexico this afternoon. i wish they could stay with us longer. Flor will be even sadder - Isa has been spoiling her with so much cariño that she will undoubtedly suffer withdrawal symptoms. 4 nights ago, Isa had her in the bedroom with her. the puppy was in heaven. she ate a box of salsa jalapeno stock cubes, approximately 20 wrapped polvorones and a not-insignificant amount of marzipan. she had constipation for 3 days followed by the inevitable. oh just one of the joys of puppyhood. last night she once again spent the night with Isa. this morning we discovered 2 eaten books and a destroyed suitcase. clearly Flor spent all night reading and packing.



she has now been renamed the Egyptian Plague





a gorgeous store - sadly it's all the way across the ocean in tokyo!










check out their blog

can't read japanese? hit the translate to english/french/german button




A must-see in London: the ARTS

If you're in London anytime between now and December 17th, it's worth making time inbetween your Christmas shopping outings to see Alex Kanevsky exhibiting at the Victor Felix Gallery.

His work is brilliant (and he's a really nice chap).




SALAME DOLCE

We went to Al Tiramisu for dinner last night and I saw G's face fall when they told him they didn't have any salame dolce for dessert.

Sweet Salame? For a pudding? Gag.

Let me explain...it's an Italian dessert that is full of chocolatey goodness made to resemble a salame. That's all. There's no meat in there, thank god.



Here's a recipe for it:

6 ounces of cookie crumbs (Petit Beurre)
Half a cup of sugar
5 ounces of melted unsalted butter
2 egg yolks
6 tablespoons unsweetened cocoa powder
1 ounce of grappa (use Grand Marnier, whiskey or rum as a substitute)

Beat the egg yolks and sugar until well blended.

Stir in the melted butter and cocoa powder.

Crush your cookie crumbs using a plastic bag and rolling pin. Make sure the pieces are uneven as you want them to resemble the fat pieces in a (real) salame.

Form the ingredients into a salame-shaped roll and cover with aluminium foil.

Pop into the freezer for 30 minutes or until it's firm.

Now you can sprinkle the salame with icing sugar to make it look even more like the real thing, or leave it unadorned, slice and serve with fruits or cream.


Make your own Christmas presents

There was a time when there was no way in the world I'd ever consider giving a friend something that I'd made myself. After a disastrous attempt at making a dressing gown when I was 11yrs old that involved sewing my fingers together with a sewing machine, and my mother exclaiming "you made a what?", I buried any thoughts of arts & crafts into the "skills I didn't get" category, along with science and mathematics.

Then I discovered gardening and baking -- with my mother being able to recognise both what I was growing and what she was eating = success. The excitement and pride at the end result, be that a bucketful of potatoes, a trug full of tulips or a platterful of macarons, was huge and it filled a small hole inside.

This year, along with bits and bobs I've picked up from my travels, I might try my hand at some homemade goodies to stick in the stockings.

to eat:
Mini hazlenut and brown butter cakes
Savoiardi
Macarons

to smell:
Potted hyacinths
Pomanders

to grow:
Packets of seeds for a kitchen window box

I have already made a start with the DIY theme...by stamping all my christmas card envelopes letter by letter with old-fashioned stamps. It takes a while and looks like a 10 year old did it, but I enjoyed it so much I found myself eyeing up the dining room walls just for something to stamp the hell out of. I picked up the stamps and ink pads from Paper Source. That's a store I could happily spend 12 hours in anyday...*sigh*


John Galliano Christmas Tree at Claridge's



John Galliano, the celebrated British designer and creative director of Christian Dior, is more accustomed to designing haute couture gowns for the likes of Gwen Stefani, Dita Von Teese, and Sharon Stone. But this Christmas, for the first time, he has turned his talents to creating a designer label Christmas tree - certainly one of the first-ever to come complete with a leopard.

The Dior Tree, a 20ft high creation in papier-mâche, paper and polystyrene, was erected overnight in Claridge's, London, W1.

The tree, which takes its inspiration from icy snow scenes, mixed with a tropical twist, dominates the hotel’s lobby. It is painted in white and metallic blue and perched among its branches are a handmade leopard, several parrots and a dragonfly.

“I am thrilled that Dior is collaborating with Claridge’s this Christmas,“ said John Galliano. “I love to visit Claridge’s when I am in London, particularly at this time of the year – and I hope to bring a twist to the traditional tree. I want to combine the festive with the innovative, the spirit of Dior with the beauty of Claridge's, and create something spectacular that will inspire the perfect start to the season!”

The Dior tree will be officially launched tonight (December 1st) at a cocktail reception, which will also feature a display of 20 vintage gowns from the Christian Dior archive, hand-picked by Galliano.

The Dior tree will remain in Claridge’s lobby until Twelfth Night, January 6th.

Thoroughly modern Audrey Hepburn

From Edwina Ings-Chambers for The Sunday Times, November 29, 2009

Recent Elegance Dilemma number one: wearing a simple Grecian-style maxi dress for dinner, only to have my friend fall about laughing when she saw it: “No need for a ballgown, Ed. It’s just moules.” Ouch.

RED number two: arguing with myself about whether it was okay to wear trainers to work in the pouring rain: they’re practical, but not stylish. I wore them, but judged myself for it.

RED number three: finding myself in a nightclub, screaming at some sloane yobbers, after they repeatedly called me a “f***ing slag” for pointing out they’d spilt their beer over me.

What has a verbal ear-clipping got to do with elegance, you ask? Well, it’s not all about sartorial issues, you see; as Dita von Teese puts it: “Elegance is all about the way your treat people and about a certain generosity — the right kind of generosity with a dash of humility.” I have to admit that, in all three instances, I had fallen short of the Audrey Index.

Ah, Audrey. Hepburn, that is. She’s still our elegance touchstone, our patron saint of style and grace. What was her secret? “I think what you learn from Audrey is simplicity: in her clothes, in her house and her decorating, and also in her life,” says Tanja Star-Busmann, a lifelong friend of the star (they met in London when she was 15 and Hepburn was 21 and on the brink of stardom). Over the years, Hepburn would send her clothes that she no longer needed or wore. “Huge boxes would turn up unexpectedly. It was incredible.” Star-Busmann has now consigned some of them — including Givenchy pieces aplenty — to auction next month. Browsing through the catalogue, simplicity is a recurring theme. Many items are low key — a Breton-striped jumper here, a tweed jacket there — and embellishment is minimal: fabric and cut speak for themselves.



Yet here’s the rub: Hepburn’s heyday was almost half a century ago. Life — the world — was different then. Men didn’t call you a slag. Equally, ladies weren’t ladettes running around town, behaving badly. Movie stars acted like royalty; now we have reality-TV stars who have realised that subtlety gets you precisely nowhere. “There is so much self-promoting,” says the author Kathleen Tessaro, who wrote the bestselling novel Elegance. “With Facebook, Twitter and the like, we are all engaged in a nonstop daily PR exercise.” Far from being self-promoting, Hepburn turned to charity work in her later years. Fashion, too, moved more slowly; now it hurtles forward at the speed of the information superhighway. So could it be that elegance is no longer a sustainable resource in the modern world?

Jordan Christy, a publicist for Warner Bros Records, thinks not. More than that, she’s come out fighting for a return to elegance with her book How to Be a Hepburn in a Hilton World (Center Street £13.99). “My mom always says it was a simpler time back in Audrey’s day,” she says. “But we can still be contemporary versions of those classy women.” It’s time to turn away from “the stupid girls”: that’s Hilton, Lohan et al. “It's a vicious circle,” she says. “We see these women making headline news, and girls think they are the current role models. When we appear to enjoy reading about their lewd behaviour, it appears that we think they’re suitable role models, too.”

Her solution to this decline is a simple three-point plan. First: respect yourself — “everything else comes after that”. Second: wear underwear. “We’ve all seen enough images of celebrities climbing into limos without pants to know it’s never a good idea.” Third: raise your standards. “We have become a society of low standards in everything, from love to the job we take and how to speak. If you want something better, set your standards higher.”

Christy may be on to something. Still, underwear aside, what about clothes? How can we channel what Hepburn taught us without looking like a time-travelling film extra? Most style observers agree that sartorial elegance requires not only self-knowledge, but the ability to pare things down: elegance comes from the Latin eligere, meaning to select.

Amanda Brooks, the author of I Love Your Style (HarperPaperbacks £12.99), says elegance “means refinement, and you have to know yourself quite well; it’s a process of taking what’s extraneous and keeping what’s essential. I think a lot of people try to dress things up by adding”. Modern icons of elegance, for her, include Angelina Jolie, who “wears clothes that look well on her body, but isn’t trying to define herself through them”.

Matthew May, the author of In Pursuit of Elegance (Broadway Business £14.54), explains the concept further. “The full power of elegance is achieved when the maximum impact is exacted with the minimum input,” he says. Sometimes, he says, we need to think about “what we need to say ‘no’ to”. It’s a concept you can apply to everything, according to May, even manners.

So check where you’re going for dinner and realise you can leave the maxi dress untouched sometimes (even Hepburn wore T-shirts when she wasn’t on duty) or keep old shoes you’re not worried about mussing by the front door for wet days. As for countering boorishness, Pamela Clarke Keogh, author of What Would Audrey Do?, points out that “Audrey operated at a certain level, and people rose to her level. So don’t drag yourself down”. Learn to take the high road and rise above. You know as well as I do it’s what Hepburn would have done and would still do — without any tweeting to tell us about it.




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I got this email last week. What a shame. One of the very few decent boutiques in DC is going under. The owner is a fashion-forward woman, committed to bringing style to our city. Sadly (but not surprisingly), DC wasn't ready for it. *SIGH*