“I only drink champagne when I’m happy and when I’m sad. Sometimes I drink it when I’m alone. When I have company, I consider it obligatory. I trifle with it if I am not hungry and drink it when I am. Otherwise I never touch it - unless I’m thirsty.”
—Lily Bollinger (via bourbonandpearls)
May 2012
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The people can be equally rare breeds. Intrigued by their mossy velvet cloaks, I approached a pair of men who were standing near the booth of Jacques Amand, a plant and bulb specialist from Stanmore, Middlesex.
“We are members of the Brotherhood of the Golden Sabre,” one of them, a man with glasses, said.
“Le Confrérie du Sabre d’Or,” the other, a man with a mustache, added. “We are dedicated to promoting the consumption of Champagne through the art of sabrage.”
Sabrage, I was to learn, is the act of cutting of the collar of a bottle of Champagne with a sword.
“This is my breakfast one, as opposed to my lunch one,” the mustached man said, indicating a flute of 2006 Philippe Bruno.
“He sabrages every day,” his friend said. “He’s as regular as the gun at Hong Kong.”
That afternoon, they were planning to decapitate a Methuselah: “We suggest you turn the sabre round to the blunt side, because it’s got a little more wally behind it.”
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“What’s fascinating about that Questlove quote is that it implies that you shouldn’t be affected by how other people perceive your body. It’s a perspective that makes men feel better about ogling, about demanding. If it’s flattery, there’s no ugly undertone to it, no sense that the person you’re telling to take it off owes you, that you could turn on them if they don’t comply. But when a man experiences, gets driven crazy by it, it’s not really “some Kate Moss shit” anymore, and it’s not complementary. So much of pop culture is like this. When a man experiences objectification, or stays at home with his kids, suddenly, this arena that women have been playing in for decades is a revelation. How does it feel, indeed?”
—D’Angelo, ‘Untitled,’ and What Happens When Men Get Treated Like Women
“I was super-excited because I had a cooking session with April, for her next cookbook. We met at the Spotted Pig and I watched her make fresh pasta for a couple hours, which made me feel like the luckiest person in the world. By the time she cut tagliatelle, we were both starving. While I was waiting for the water to boil, I had a slice from a giant ham someone gave her. Then she tossed the pasta with asparagus and crème fraiche and Parmesan and I had a big bowl. So good. Even she had a whole bowl, and she’s usually too disappointed in her own food — even when I think it’s phenomenal — to eat more than a bite or two. She’s funny like that.”
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so basically, April Bloomfield and I are the same person.
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“If something’s freaking you out, what do you do to not freak out about it?”
“Is this about that Arachnophobia movie, again? I told you, a spider that large couldn’t sustain itself in an urban environment. The ecosystem is too delicate. Not fucking plausible.”
” —via.
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