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I totally love that luxury handbag maker Mulberry is channeling a lot of Where the Wild Things Are in their new ad. The timing is right as all the web was recently abuzz about the death of Maurice Sendak, the author and illustrator of that timeless story.
Mulberry ad in Vogue, August 2012.
More from Mulberry.com:
Only the hottest monsters get to hang with the models!
Lauren Weisberger has announced that she is writing a sequel for The Devil Wears Prada! Confession: I never actually read the book. But I did watch the movie over and over and over again. Partly because Meryl Streep is a genius and partly because it made me feel better after bad days at work.
But mostly because I love all the clothes.
I fully intend on reading the sequel when it’s published by HarperFiction next year. The sequel will feature Andy as an editor of bridal fashion magazine The Plunge. Wait, what? I thought she learned her lesson about fashion mag hell? So much for stickin’ it to the man, err.. Meryl Streep.
Emily will also making a return – which means a sequel movie will have to the future the awesome and hilarious Emily Blunt. My favourite Emily quote is:
“See, I’m on this new diet where I don’t eat for a week and when I think I’m going to faint, I eat a block of cheese. I figure I’m just one stomach flu away from my goal weight”.
Yesterday, I found myself hitting up a restaurant (Earth on Bloor West) for Winterlicious – a foodie festival that takes over Toronto restaurants for a couple weeks. I later had dinner plans with my favourite redhead, Kyle Woodley, at The Keg. A lot of eating, I know. But I had hours to kill in-between so Kyle and I hit up Aldo Shoes at Yonge and Bloor. And that’s when I found THE FERRET.
“Jack, I’d like you draw me with this. Nothing but this.”
I’d also like to add that this $20 purse uses only imitation fur. So don’t go PETA on me. I know this isn’t really book related – except that it holds my Kindle. But I just had to show you.
I picked up The American Heiress by Daisy Goodwin because it was suggested by Amazon after I bought the British TV series “Downton Abbey” on DVD. I had picked up Downton Abbey after Amazon suggested it after I bought a Moleskine notebook. Oh, the mystery of Amazon.
But The American Heiress (which was call My Last Duchess in the UK release) is a proper answer to Downton Abbey withdrawal. It lacks the Upstairs Downstairs aspects of the TV show in that the book really focuses on Cora Cash, supposedly the richest girl in the world. Yes, her name is actually Cash and she’s an American flour heiress. There is much less focus on the servants downstairs.
But what’s really beautiful about The American Heiress is how Goodwin describes the frivolity of the Guilded Age: the parties, the pearls, the French lace. And then, the loveless marriages, the secret affairs. It’s enough to make Gossip Girl seem relatively tame. At one point, Cora Cash reminisces with an old friend of parties where they rolled up cigarettes with $100 bills. She goes on to question if that was gaudy. Probably darling, but those were the times.
This is a deliciously girly read with outstanding attention to detail. What’s more, I actually found the heiress remarkably likeable. I wish I could say that about the American heiresses today.