“Consuming Passions”: James de Givenchy

Again, I’m obsessed. It’s the grisly month of November, winter coming on, the days dwindling down, and I’m in the grip of a have to have: I want James de Givenchy’s lime citrines. Each one is big as a fruit and the colour of lemon-lime Jell-O or quivering key lime pie or just-licked lollipops; strung on a couple of thin twisted gold …[Read more]

“Consuming Passions”: James de Givenchy

Again, I’m obsessed. It’s the grisly month of November, winter coming on, the days dwindling down, and I’m in the grip of a have to have: I want James de Givenchy’s lime citrines. Each one is big as a fruit and the colour of lemon-lime Jell-O or quivering key lime pie or just-licked lollipops; strung on a couple of thin twisted gold …[Read more]

“Consuming Passions”: Burberry…

This is the tale of a man and a mac. It is not a pornographic tale of a seedy lowlife; of course it’s not. It is a tale of heroics, of a downright heroic raincoat, in fact. It is the story of guys who went to the Poles, of Scott and Shackleton, of courageous war correspondents and intrepid private eyes and glamorous movie stars, all wearing the iconic trench coat …[Read more]

“Consuming Passions”: A Long Soak

Cast iron, acrylic, porcelain, claw foot, marble, walk-in, Jacuzzi, freestanding, soaking, hot tub, hot tub for two – this thing of buying a new bathtub, much less renovating the bathroom, is making me crazy. I mean, thanks, but I did California in the 1970s and once was enough; I do not want a hot tub for two (or three), …[Read more]

“Consuming Passions”: Apple

Received! Redeemed! Reborn! Hallelujah, Lord, I have seen the light and I am converted. Well, a sucker, they say, is born every minute, but I don’t care. Not now. For all those years I travelled the venal byways of the PC, persuaded by evil people that if I switched, I would be condemned to never again communicate with most of the world. For years I suffered the slings and arrows of this stupid system that broke down constantly, of my Dell computer encased in a hideous box. And then it happened. I’ve …[Read more]