Really, we should forget all this nonsense and just stay home and read Proust.

Since the new year began I've been mostly reading and lazing around...not a bad way to spend time, at least it's a bit more productive than endlessly refreshing Google Reader. A recent trip to the library offered up Diana Vreeland's Allure, which is an absolutely fabulous work that I wish I actually owned. Here are a few of my favorite pages from it, click through for full images:


Sir Cecil Beaton, In the Manner of Edwardians: Princess Paley and Miss Mary Taylor, 1935.






The last page.

A recent trip antiquing led me to this 1927 issue of Picture Play, which I've been savoring slowly. I want to hold dramatic readings of practically every page, particularly the letters section, complete with passionate defenses of Rudolph Valentino and incisive critiques of the actresses of the day. Again, a few favorite pages:




Altogether worthy of a low bow!


Julia Faye rather likes playing naughty women. She thinks they are interesting.



Finally, me on parade:


Dress, Balenciaga, worn over a tank top as slip, American Apparel. Shoes, Marni.


Bracelet, my grandmother's graduation present.