When Bottega Veneta offically relaunched a few years ago, I was dying to get my feet into the men's fringed moccasin-style driving shoes. During a post-Christmas/bonus-in-the-bank spending binge this year, I did just that. But they're lined in fur, so wildly inappropriate for any temperatures above about 4 degrees. These Original Car Shoes can fill the void in the remaining three seasons. I love when they get all worn in and the mocc fringe starts drooping, making them look like those shaggy dogs that can't see through their eyebrows. $469 a StyleDrops.
Porter and I will finally be setting up our HOVEY VINTAGE shop on Bedford Ave. tomorrow morning to sell our small size early 20th century finds (and a few newer things, to boot!). We've got the ladybug soap box derby car from the spring Kate Spade ads! A 1959 pram! Riding boots! Riding pants! 1930s Navajo moccasins! A nearly perfect 1960s Smoky the Bear! Piles of 1920s-40s linen playsuits! Leiderhosen!
Look for us next to Catbird on Bedford Ave. in Williamsburg, between North 4th and North 5th Streets from about 10-6 on Saturday.
A friend returned from a camping trip in New Hampshire yesterday happy to report that she came out of the experience with ONLY five mosquito bites (inluding one that made her entire left hand swell). Five!? Happy? I suppose I'm one of those lucky types who either lacks or has whatever it takes to keep bugs from biting. In all my 29 years, I've been dinner for approximately two mosquitos (and the spiders, bees and wasps have stayed away, full stop). That's not to say that I'm friendly with these pests. So, when I saw this cute, macabre fly swatter yesterday at Restoration Hardware, I had to get it. Throw in batteries and send all bugs to the electric chair. Of course, I haven't put the batteries in to test this out and managed to drop it and dislodge about half the wires in the course of taking the photo above, so god knows if it actually works. I do like the idea, though. Just handle it gingerly and don't go all McEnroe on that fly. RH doesn't have them on its website, but they're all over the internet for about $10-$20.
What a terribly sad day. Tim Russert was one of the true greats. A pillar of journalism and a legitimately warm man who loved his job. Hearts are heavy across the land, but reading the hundreds of comments New York Times readers have written about him can restore your faith that people in this world of tabloids and reality TV still appreciate old fashioned work ethic, kindness, passion and intellect. While absolutely the most frivolous thing to bring up at this time, I must say, he looked just great in a green tie. So great, in fact, that I always picture him in one. Much to my surprise, there's nary a photo online to support me on this. C'est la vie. It's how he's carved into my memory: Tim, the kind voice and the tie that matches his eyes. When all the pundits, politicos and talking heads out there donned their red or blue, Tim was there, impartial, wearing the jade, standing out even in the eyes of the most politically jaded.
O'Neill reads tonight at 192 Books in Chelsea (10th Ave. at 21st Street).
The previews for Fincher's new take on the old Fitzgerald tale are finally out - and it looks great (note: none of the English versions are working, so you get this one en espanol). Baby Button is one horrifying child, though, I must say! (Saw it with Indiana Jones, which I found to be a grave disappointment. Aliens, really? Steven, let go of the obession. Of course the Henry Jones professor sets were extraordinary. The rest just felt like a Universal Studios ride, which I suppose, for financial implications sakes, is the point.)