Thursday, October 1, 2009

Dim Sum, You Lose Some

(From a recent automatic writing session during a seance/Dim-sum party to summon Yves Klein -but we got Yves Saint Laurent instead)

Ooooh, mes amis, it’s a little brisk outside!. I could see my breath this morning, if I were still breathing! Un boue de souffle! I should not like to be caught dead in this weather, but ha ha I am however!
Autumn is so pretty! Apples and golden leaves that spiral down into the garden. So peaceful! And another opportunity to be elegant!
Yesterday I spent hours watching a leaf attached to a spider trail, so it remained all afternoon suspended between earth and sky, like myself. Oh, I watched as the maid brought out the chocolatiere set. Mother gave me the chocolatiere, it is made of lovely porcelain and the cups are so small and lovely, as it is a treat, to be sipped. I hope the new owners paid a fortune for it.
A moment so sweet that cocoa has its own serving set, so precious. The falling leaf, the hot chocolate in little cups so fine you can see your fingers if you hold them up to light, oh what a lovely way to spend an afternoon. Did you smell the plums that fell to the ground?
Bone china comes from pieces so delicate you can see through. It is hardly ever made from the dessicated bones of your rivals all ground up. Well, not so much anymore.
Demitasse are the lovely little cups coffee used to be served on, before the whole big gulp drinking coffee. They are right, you are getting fat.
Autumn is a wonderful time to invite friends over for oysters and a nice Riesling. Do you eat oysters off lovely oyster plates so ornate with little wells for lemon and salt?
So, that reminds me of the 1970s, what a lovely time. So creative, before this orgy of consumption. Oh, fashion wasn’t so fast, and littered with day time television people, clutching around their supersized coffees. Ugh, that is right up there with a truffle burger. Truffles, like fine cocoa or coffee, is meant to be savored, and appreciated, not mashed into the burger. Who are these people following off a cliff, like it’s the fall of the Roman Empire?
Do you need a faster computer? A “phone app” to “make it easier to order fast food”? How much easier and faster does fast food need to be? Are you going to stand in front of your microwave screaming Hurry Up? Fried chicken at the Met Ball? It is gluttony.
Slow down and enjoy yourself.
Enjoy the dahlias of this time of year. Some are sunset, dark orange centers with apricot spikes radiating out from the center. Some a royal purple, some a lipstick pink, or vibrant red. Have you seen the French Vogue cover from summer 1983 with Jerry Hall straddling an Air France Jet, wearing only bright red lipstick? It was my lipstick, of course.
Oh, I hope this economy means magazines go back to putting models on the covers.
Oh, this economy isn’t a bad thing, It’s a chance to learn about what counts. If you have a black skirt and sweater, you have what counts. You supply the elegance. Those editors trying to force unwearable clothes on you, ha, budget cuts mean they don’t even have stir sticks for their fake sugar in their coffees.
Oh, I meant for us to chat to day about wonderful plaids and timeless clothes. Oh, plaids. So beautiful for fall. But I am really quite tired. We’ll talk again soon, about plaid. I am dozing off, but my lips smile at a joke of Karl’s. Why do Scotsman wear kilts? Because zippers scare the sheep!
A bientot mes amis! As I am dead, I shall remain bored- Stiff! (ha ha) - Yves


Autumn Moon

1 oz light rum
1/2 oz apricot brandy
1/2 oz Galliano® herbal liqueur
1 tsp lemon juice
2 oz pineapple juice
Shake ingredients in a cocktail shaker with ice. Strain into a cocktail glass and garnish with an orange slice.

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