The DG Tour: Cologne Glamour Fashion ~ Part 2

There are different delusions that see us through the day.

They need not be dark or destructive to effect change.

They need not be disturbing or devastating to make a mark.

Some delusions are grand in other ways – in their prettiness, silliness, or frivolity.

Some delusions exist only for the moment.

Some delusions are merely…fashion.

That doesn’t make them any less powerful.

Quite the contrary…

Can a shoe change the world?

Can a piece of pretty silk make a difference in a life?

Depends on the shoe.

Depends on the life.

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Midday Briefing

When faced with a nightmarish medley of wallpaper and carpet patterns, the only thing to do is don an equally-ghastly pair of briefs and strike a pose. Fortunately for you, I’m not the only guy who appears here in his tighty-not-so-whities. Check out these guys, who like their junk snug and secure.

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Back On Broadway With Mother Darling

A real-time update of The Delusional Grandeur Tour: this weekend finds me and my Mom on our semi-annual Broadway visit to New York. We’ll be seeing ‘The Humans’ and ‘Fun Home’ – and so far I’ve reserved a dinner at La Grenouille (rumor has it they have lots of flowers). As we’re in the midst of the ‘Cologne Glamour Fashion’ portion of the tour, a visit to NYC seems of opportune timing, and perhaps a Sunday brunch at the plaza followed by shopping at Bergdorf Goodman is in order.

In an effort to curb exorbitant ticket prices, and allow for some breathing room, we’ve pared it down from the trio of shows we sometimes see to just two. (Maybe we’ll return in the fall, as we so often promise to do but never quite manage.) Previous outings have included stops at Kinky Boots, Mothers & Sons, Hedwig & The Angry Inch, The Bridges of Madison County, and Pippin. I’ve chosen a low-key musical and a straight play, something we haven’t done much, but ‘The Humans’ has gotten such raves that it should rival any toe-tapping dance extravaganza out there. Stand by for a couple of reviews… and welcome back to Broadway, baby.

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A Daisy Birthday Party

My dear friend JoAnn just celebrated her birthday, and for the occasion I threw a gathering in Boston for her chosen Cape Crew. The guest list was all girls (as per request) but I’ve never shied away from female company. I’ve known most of these lovely ladies for years, so in some respects it felt like a reunion of sorts, and a very happy one at that. There’s a long history there, and I felt honored to be a small part of it.

There was a slight daisy theme running through the proceedings, in honor of one of JoAnn’s favorite flowers. A lemongrass ginger cocktail was on hand, because a single cocktail is easier than setting up a full bar. This particular cocktail is as easy as they come: 2 parts vodka or gin, ½ part lemongrass-ginger simple syrup, then top with seltzer to your liking. Garnish with a stick of lemongrass. (I saved a bunch from last season’s garden, frozen in a zip-lock freezer bag.)

As already explained, the wardrobe was a simple one, and the only fanciness was to be found in this selection of whimsical straws.

Kira had arrived the evening before to help put things in order, and we toasted our friends en route.

It was, as always, the people who made the party, and JoAnn has a great group of friends in her life. She’s always been good at that. People grow and leave, lives change, and sometimes you have to let go whether you want to or not, but that’s the ebb and flow of life and friendship. Such fluidity keeps things interesting.

Sarah made this amazing cake – a carrot cake with extra pizzazz, and I mean it: this thing was packed with moist, rich flavor and a cream cheese frosting to-die-for. (I’m not ashamed to say I had some for breakfast the next day.)

In the end, it was the guests that mattered, and the fun that transpired whenever JoAnn’s friends get together. Let’s do it again!

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Simple Daisy Party Garb

Some parties are smaller affairs, designed for the enjoyment and interaction of guests. Less attention is paid to details like wardrobe and decorations, less emphasis is placed on surroundings, and the simple gathering of good friends is more than ample entertainment. Far from the sprawling excess and outrageous ensembles of holiday and summer parties, these little get-togethers call for something quieter, where the only thing that raises its voice – and then only slightly – is the color of the pants and maybe a matching choker. And when you find the latter for $5 at an H&M bargain bin, you know you’re golden.

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Daisy by Marc Jacobs

The sad truth is that the classic daisy carries no fragrance. Anyone who brings their nose to the bright blooms expecting some sort of cheerful scent to match their petal-framed faces will be sorely disappointed. Thankfully, we have Marc Jacobs to fill that fragrance-free void. His ‘Daisy’ scent was the accent these flowers so badly needed, and though I’m not the biggest fan of florals, Jacobs manages to keep the sickly-sweet components at bay.

Being that there is no true daisy scent, he goes for the essence of bright and fresh, wisely veering away from any single flower fragrance (rose, gardenia, tuberose) or cloying heaviness. Somehow it works, even if the lighter touch doesn’t lend it much staying power. More like a body spray than anything approaching a perfume, it’s a decent match-up for warmer weather, when potent scents tend to overwhelm.

Judging from its myriad offshoots, ‘Daisy’ must have been a hit for Mr. Jacobs. There are a number of variations on it currently out there, some supposedly even fresher than the oh-so-fresh original.

The trend for sister fragrances is not one of which I’m particularly enamored. Tom Ford has been doing that with all of his Neroli Portofino cousins, and as much as I love a twist on neroli, I’d rather he try something different. His Oud line is slightly more varied, but even that seems to have reached its limit. Still, I’d rather give his side-shoots a whirl over another Daisy.

Sometimes a single Daisy is more than enough.

The bottle comes adorned with classic Marc Jacobs flair – in this case a piece of daisy pop-art that doubles as a cover. It’s a lovely embodiment of a fun fragrance that finally gives the daisy a scent of its own.

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Daisy, Daisy

“Behold
the azure sea in front of you,
the turquoise sky above you,
the amber mountain beneath your feet,
and the golden daisy in your hands.
How are you not the richest person on earth?”
― Khang Kijarro Nguyen

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Rays of White

These interesting little mums are a different take on the daisy, and as such I had to include them in a vase for a daisy-themed get-together for my friend JoAnn. I like the way they collectively create such star-shooting movement. The rays of their white petals, the yellow radial form of their central orb, and the linear structure of their stems combine in thrilling fashion to conjure an effect much larger than expected. When dealing with simpler blooms, sometimes less is more. What would be lost as filler in grander schemes manages to steal the show on such a singular stage.

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The Night Before A Party

Confession: I usually enjoy the night before a party better than the night of a party. It’s not something that has been particularly helpful for living in the moment, and my main goal in life has become having fun at the event rather than during the preparation, but there are far worse afflictions to have. There’s also something to be said about being able to enjoy the days of anticipation instead of the mere fleeting hours of a party, so I guess collectively I’m probably having a lot more fun than most people.

Usually the reason for such a skewed view is the fact that for most parties a guest or two will arrive the night before – either because they’re traveling or just want to extend their stay or are being gracious and good enough to help out in preparation. These friends are the close ones who form my inner circle, and sharing a pre-party dinner or sleep-over with them restores my heart.

On a recent weekend in Boston, my friend Kira arrived on Friday night to help set up for a gathering on Saturday. We went out to dinner then picked up the daisies you see here. A midnight flower-arranging session was exactly what I needed to kick off spring in fine fashion, and in the amber glow of the condo all was warm and well with the world.

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Paramount is Paradise

A cocktail to the first person who gets the obscure musical reference.

My mind works in lyrical snippets, and it’s rarely a good thing.

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Harvest of the Sea

There are a lot of hidden gems on my hard drive, items that I copy then forget about until a scavenger hunt reveals something like these scrumptious shots of a distant dinner at Harvest. The trek to Harvard Square in the middle of winter is not exactly my idea of a good time, but when the journey’s destination is a place as wondrous as Harvest, it’s worth it.

When they had uni on the menu, it was proof that the stars had truly aligned. The first time I tried uni was a few years ago at O Ya in Boston – and if there’s one place where your first uni experience should be, that’s the one. Since then, I’ve had it a few times, but only this preparation and presentation has come close to that initial taste of heaven in a spiky shell.

About the only thing that could follow and top such a spectacular sea urchin start is this bowl of buttery Scituate lobster. With its combination of spaghetti squash and potatoes, coupled with an assortment of fresh herbs and microgreens, it made for a feast to please the stomach and the eye.

This was a decadent and elegant dish of comfort, elevated to an art form and energized with bright flavor. Colorful of palette, to taste and sight, it appealed on every level. This is the sort of dish I dream about during the day.

Maybe you’ll dream about it too.

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Midnight Bonus: Sergey Lazarev

While not an official Hunk of the Day (those slots have been filled for yesterday and today), this collection of photos of Sergey Lazarev are just a bonus for the loyal among you who have visited tonight. Mr. Lazarev, recent competitor on Eurovision, is currently embroiled in a minor controversy for some soft-porn pics from his past. Yawn. Who isn’t…?

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Quintessentially Quince

Hidden among the branches and leaves of its structure, quince is a plant that shyly hides its blooms. That’s no easy task given the striking shades of color the blossoms produce – they all but scream out to be noticed and adored – and who are we to ignore such a demand? Though I don’t like that form for my own garden, I will stop and pause for color this super-saturated and gorgeous. It also affords a vantage point for these photos, in which little nooks of beauty are sheltered from the elements and the larger population. Worlds of prettiness and delicate light float in semi-hidden recesses, and there’s always something secret about spring.

In the lofty boughs of fruit trees, I remember climbing away from a well-tread path and hiding as passers-by ambled along beneath me, unaware of my presence. Obscured with bright blooms and filtered sunlight, I sat in sweet-smelling serenity, unbothered by others, perfectly content in secret revelry and silent solitude. As I peek into the protected haunts of these quince blossoms, I am reminded of that moment.

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In Spite of the Cold, A May Recap

It feels like anything but May – March or November or even January of this past season – but such is the price of our non-winter. Had I known it would be like this now, I’d have taken the bitterness then. We don’t have such choices. And now we recap, no matter what.

The mighty have fallen, as they always do, every year.

Justin Timberlake threw in his fedora for the Song of the Summer.

No one can say his name, but Dimitrije Sreckovic made a smashing Hunk of the Day.

The enchanting tea route.

Midday macaron madness.

My brother has a website.

The lilacs lost this year.

Washington wisteria.

The Gronk got naked again.

I hope the right dressing gown… well, I hope it does something.

Peeing with Morning Wood.

A true American Beauty.

Let’s start wth the Asarum.

It’s official: I’m an octopus fiend.

Hanging out in my underwear, as one does.

Boston bloomers. Take two.

Smell this. 

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A Fragrant Closer

To finish up a day of delicate blooms, this is the Korean spice viburnum, one of the most exquisitely perfumed shrubs of the spring landscape (and with the lilacs and fruit trees in fragrant bloom, that is quite an accomplishment.) This often goes unheralded, as the blooms are largely inconspicuous unless singled out by the camera lens. It flies under the radar that way, detectable mostly on still nights when their perfume is at its most potent.

It’s a marvelous ending to this tranquil but pretty day of flowers, and if one day they manage to make scent a part of the online experience, let this be a post to exemplify that. Until then, get out and find yourself one of these bushes.

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