Back in Action

29/08/2011 § 5 Comments

NYC Subway, 1952. Taken by Cornell Capa.

Well darlings, I am happy to report that all is well and that I was able to return to my apartment yesterday evening and even enjoyed a celebratory dinner at neighborhood standby The Odeon.  All in all, for a first hurricane, I am glad to report that Irene was something of a letdown, but I’m very happy to take over-preparedness and preemptive measures over disasters and tragedy.  My building took on a bit of water in her basement, but that was all.  This morning I was able to hop on a very uncrowded 4 train to get to work, and Starbucks even spelled my name right.  All in all, business as usual.  Well, maybe not the part about Starbucks spelling my name right…

Things that were awesome about the Hurricane Irene weekend included:

  • Getting invited to a very special hurricane party
  • Running into this guy at Duane Reade
  • My Mom suggesting we play Words With Friends, so she knew I was alive
  • Hilarious hurricane banter with Jodi, Ted and Bryan
  • The Muffins Cafe amazingly staying open late on Saturday and opening up early Sunday, with lines out the door both days
  • My building staff toughing it out through the evacuation, with some of them staying from Friday night to Sunday afternoon
  • Convincing the hurricane party (no, not the one I mentioned above, thank you, a different one.) I attended on Saturday night to watch Auntie Mame in its fabulous entirety

Great moments, all, but the absolute best part of the weekend
was hearing from everyone concerned for my well-being.
I  remain very touched.  You guys are awesome.

All best,
M.

…and now we return to our regularly scheduled discussion of all the random things I tend to discuss.

Come On Irene…

26/08/2011 § 3 Comments

Hurricane Donna, New England, 1960.

You’ve probably heard that New York is expecting Hurricane Irene to touch down sometime this weekend and generally wreak havoc.  My gorgeous landmarked building, standing since 1908 and a 9/11 survivor, sits in a low-lying area of lower Manhattan and I have been ordered to evacuate.  In an unprecedented move, all public transit will be shut down Saturday at noon and is not expected to come back online until sometime Monday…AND THEY HAVE CLOSED SAKS FIFTH AVENUE!

As this is my first ever hurricane, I’m not quite sure what to expect, but I am decamping from my downtown perch for points further north to batten down the hatches and ride this bad bitch out.  I do believe that’s the first time I’ve ever cussed on here.  Irene, stop playing with my emotions!  You’ve got me all worked up!

Please do your best to stay safe this weekend.
I’ll be back in two shakes of a lamb’s tail, I assure you.

All bests,
M.

Some helpful links (I’ve been obsessively checking):
NYC Office of Emergency Management Evacuation Zone Finder
National Weather Service
Downtown Alliance – Lower Manhattan
Red Cross Go Bag Checklist

In any event, this is your theme song for the weekend:

I know, I KNOW, it’s Eileen…

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Style Icons: Gloria Vanderbilt and Gertrude Vanderbilt Whitney

22/08/2011 § 8 Comments

While the Vanderbilt men are infinitely fascinating and iconic, I can’t help but to also be strongly drawn to the Vanderbilt women.  Here I present the two I am most obsessed with, Gloria Vanderbilt, and her aunt Gertrude Vanderbilt Whitney: two amazing women who always seek (in the case of Gloria) and sought (in the case of Gertrude) their own path.  If you have not yet picked up The World of Gloria Vanderbilt by Wendy Goodman, I urge you to do so.  Looking at the book’s pictures of the Vanderbilts and the fabulous homes they lived in is a frequent pleasure of mine.

Gloria Vanderbilt is many things: an heiress, a painter, an actor, a muse, a designer, a model, a writer, an entrepreneur, a survivor, an icon.  She brought the Vanderbilt name out of the Gilded Age and into the Digital Age, reinventing herself over and over along the way.

From: The World of Gloria Vanderbilt by Wendy Goodman

With her mother, Gloria Morgan, and governess.  Gloria’s mother lost custody of her in 1934, after a scandalous trial.  Gloria’s paternal aunt Gertrude Vanderbilt Whitney was awarded custody.

With aunt Gertrude Vanderbilt Whitney and cousin Henry Payne Whitney.

With aunt Gertrude Vanderbilt Whitney.
Love the trunks.
..

Gertrude Vanderbilt Whitney “…was a formidable , complex woman who had emerged from her own trials within the gilded cage of her family and marriage to Harry Payne Whitney…Harry Payne Whitney was the perfect, dashing millionaire match for a Vanderbilt heiress…But Gertrude discovered early on that unless she made her own life, she would suffer the same fate as so many heiress wives whose husbands found their fun and passion outside of the marriage.  Thus she cultivated a life in the arts, both as a patron and a sculptor.  She founded the Whitney Museum of American Art in 1931, after the Metropolitan Museum of Art turned down her offer of seven hundred American paintings from her collection in 1929.”

From: The World of Gloria Vanderbilt by Wendy Goodman

Gertrude Vanderbilt Whitney, painted by Robert Henri, 1916

Gloria remembers Gertrude as “tall and extremely thin and [having] exquisite taste in the way she presented herself.  At Old Westbury she would wear variations of the same look — beautifully cut English slacks with tailored silk shirts, several ropes of pearls and hats (in the house) made of tweed and a jaunty feather tucked in.  It was considered eccentric in 1932 for a woman to wear pants, and the first time I met her at Old Westbury I was quite startled, never having seen a woman in pants before.”

From: The World of Gloria Vanderbilt by Wendy Goodman

Fifteen year-old Gloria appearing in Harper’s Bazaar for the first time in 1940, at the request of then fashion editor Diana Vreeland, who met Gloria at Gertrude’s home at Old Westbury.

With third husband Sidney Lumet.

With Salvador Dali.

With Lumet.

With fourth husband Wyatt Cooper.

With sons Carter and Anderson Cooper.

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