Last week was about as varied as they come. From hours spent coding, to a BAFTA party, I pretty much covered everything. The heights of chic were provided by Dom Pérignon, whose Chef de Cave, Richard Geoffroy, hosted a dinner to celebrate the launch of the 2002 Rosé vintage. We were just twelve people gathered at Leighton House in Holland Park where, amongst the exotic surroundings of the collection of the eccentric Victorian artist, Frederic, Lord Leighton, and serenaded by live musicians in the gallery, we dined on a Michelin-starred chef’s exquisite four course meal. The highlight of which was a sublime and simple dish containing a mound of shaved truffles, ricotta and tiny spinach hearts.
We were served the 2002 throughout dinner, and it was utterly, utterly delicious. When you drink a wine this good, you realise just how different it really is from the everyday bubbles that we carelessly slug down at any opportunity. (Oh that I could drink this more often.) The meal was finished with a tasting of the Dom Pérignon Rosé Œnothèque 1993.
On Wednesday night Hannah and I headed to the Shoreditch House rooftop for the Avenue 32 & Lancome-sponsored InStyle magazine pre-BAFTA party, where we also found my agent Lovely Richard and a beautous bevy of other Curtis Brown clients (from the acting side) drinking Champagne, along with LLG friend designer Zoe Jordan, who is opening LFW this season. Although the passion fruit cocktails were more-ish, and the company delightful, Hannah & I were led by our stomachs, and by 930pm, had pottered off to Pizza East, handily situated on the corner of the building downstairs.
See: healthy January meal. There was kale and lettuce and rocket. Okay there was red wine and pizza too. We clearly hadn’t drunk enough, because we headed back to the member’s bar at Shoreditch House to drink Old Fashioneds and dissect our evening.
Oh and flirt with Henry C. *waves*
I took many, many appointments last week. There was a dive into Pauric Sweeney’s new-ish shop on Bruton Place (formerly Rupert Sanderson’s hangout), for a squint at the really delightful collection. (I’ve been a fan for years, ever since I shot his bags for O: back in 2005.)
There was an appointment to view the Louis Vuitton pre-fall 13 collection, which made my heart beat that much faster. There is also the new Icons collection, and a re-design of the luggage, which truly makes a wheelie case utterly covetable.
The SS13 focus on the Damier check, as opposed to Monogram is echoed in these velvet slippers in the Icons collection.
I had my roots zapped and my hair cut with finesse, flair and fun by the delectable Adam Reed on an invitation to check out his fancy new Percy & Reed salon on Fournier Street in Spitalfields. It has maybe the best bathroom wall in London.
I had a meeting at Liberty, and was waylaid by Rory Dobner’s exquisite ceramics on the Third Floor.
Other things that caught my eye this week: the extraordinary, and varied, flower arrangements by the Royal Warrant holders Moyses Stevens at the Hotel InterContinental on Park Lane, where I took a breakfast meeting one morning.
On Friday I took a break from sticking coding straws in my hair, and ate lunch at the Lansdowne in Primrose Hill with my fashion co-conspirator Emily, who is over far too fleetingly from New York, and Posetta Baddog. Emily had the excellent squash pizza, as is her wont, and I had a mushroom risotto with gremolata. An interesting, if not entirely successful combination.
And the rat came to stay this weekend, to give my sister a break.