Monday Afternoon Song

Nail Color For Tuesday

Between poverty and lack of protein, my fingertips have been suffering. Once was the time when they shone like beacons. Short, square navy blue nails--I invented them (true story). Taupe, turquoise, 40s Polynesian coral . . . also me. For the time being, I'll assuage my sense of loss (and frustration, at the continual theft of my estilo by magazines and their minions) with reports about my favorite lacquers, like Essie's Heavenly Sunset. I'm a great fan of what I call the dusty or winter pinks, sort of grey and unaesthetic, redolent of potpourri, the pharmacy, oversize blazers, aerosol cans. This one is relatively perfect.

Rolf's French-Bavarian Brasserie

A bit more from my Tuesday Gawker browse:

"The Waverly Inn was crawling with Condé Nast insiders earlier tonight, some of whom had been waiting as long as 20 years for the appetizer: The hot, delicious rumor that Si Newhouse was meeting in Paris with Carine Roitfeld to work out the final details of the French Vogue editor's move to New York, where she is expected to take over flagship Vogue from Anna Wintour immediately after New Year's. It did not go unnoticed when Condé Nast overlord Newhouse departed early for his annual three-week December vacation in Vienna; it turns out he needed time for his meeting with uptight Wintour's chic Parisian counterpart."

I'm pretty non-plussed about the whole tiresome/vile speculation about "good ole' pater" Si replacing a powerful woman with another younger and (gasp!) Gaulish powerful woman. It makes these accomplished persons sound like bitchy pawns, not to mention, thinly veiled caricatures from a certain piece of chick-lit disaster turned criminally watchable cinema. But also--Si Newhouse spends three weeks of the year in Vienna?!!