Friday, February 29, 2008

some pretty things...


flowers galore, can you imagine? Dali dined here often and has been quoted as saying that the owners of this restaurant on the east side of manhattan 'throw money out the window and it comes back to them through the door.' from what i read it is a space of beauty and fine french cuisine. i always like to peak now and then into the rooms of 'the haves,' just to see what they are up to. and this space looks divine. the owner is at new york's flower market every morning at 6.30 in order to purchase an abundance of flowers to adorn the family owned restaurant.

the story of how it actually began is a sentimental one. the father, as a young man worked on cruise ships as a part of the service staff in the restaurants. as he was a way from home often working, so many years ago, his wife leased a space and wrote to her husband asking for a name of the restaurant, and as a hint that he had to come home to create it. all was a complete surprise for him. but the wife simply wanted to figure out a way to have her husband home more often and near her. the son now owns and runs the restaurant. just thought it was a nice story for a pretty space that seems to be in the business of food (which i adore), beauty and quite possibly love, which inspired it all.

while on the subject of pretty things...




'when i was a young perfumer...'






not everyone can say this about themselves. nooooo, i'm not a perfumer, but there is something eccentric about it. the idea that perfumers actually exist, whose job it is to create scents. sweet! i read an article about 'la osmothèque,' a museum of perfume in france. the writer wrote...'writing formulas as composers compose symphonies,' while referring to one who creates new perfume scents. it seems as if the museum is a space to discover and rediscover scents that have seemingly disappeared. why is this interesting? i suppose it's not very, i just think that it is fascinating that there is a space dedicated to scents. it is thought of as an uber-chic intellectual sephora. a playground of perfumes, if you are into that kind of thing. i am, sometimes. not often, but sometimes...


i have a perfume that i like very much. i don't wear it often. i guess somehow subconsciously i think to save it for special occasions. it's pretty and soft. but i think the better part of me knows that every day is a special occasion. so i'm thinking i should sprinkle some on a little more often. i love it when i'm out and about and someone walks by me and they just smell divine. just a nice soft scent that inspires. i could be that girl...

4 comments:

Susu said...

Your post is so chic and rosy toned. It creates a little piece of a world of its own. Just when you read it, and the atmosphere stays a bit afterwards. That is called the power of words, infused into talent. Just like perfume.

I wish I could take a peak into that restaurant. For me, the decor in a place is half the experience.

So glad that I can comment on your blog now. We'll form a Paris-New York blogging link. Talking about the beauty of life in all its meanings and forms.

Le Tigre said...

That restaurant looks incredible. Maybe one day you should save some money and treat yourself to go and have a meal there. I love it too when you walk past someone with an incredible scent. Sadly though I more often find myself encountering people in the street attempting to mask B.O with horrid and overpowering deoderant sprays!

l'air de temps said...

hi Susu, i'm so pleased you popped in. it is as if you have come and left little rose petals on this space with your beautiful words...

i like the idea of a paris and new york link. the two cities are like two different sides of the same coin, both so incredibly interesting in their own way just waiting for further exploration.

le tigre, welcome back!

i was thinking the same thing. my little mind has been wondering if i should treat myself to a nice dinner at this restaurant. why not, 'every day is a special occasion.'

i totally hear you about the horrid smells, it does happen doesn't it? i can't take it. when it happens i have to run like h***.

P said...

I've worn the same perfume every day for years and I love it, but somehow I am still on the hunt for the perfect scent. I once followed a woman all the way into a bar to ask her what she was wearing - an obscure French perfume only available in Paris, of course. Sigh...