Big Dreams, Small Pleasures

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If you think that the modern day department stores have lost their magic, think again. Or at least, take a trip to Paris before you decide once and for all*.

For whilst many modern versions are far removed from Aristide Boucicaut’s original vision of a place for the city’s bourgeois women to indulge their fantasies (and run up store expense accounts) with goods available to them from all over the world under one glamorous roof, in ‘les grands magasins’ the dream is very much alive and well.

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I don’t know what it is that sets them apart as such. For me it’s the combination of a number of things: the quiet hush that greets me as I open the heavy door, sealing off the noise and bustle of the busy street behind me as the doorman says ‘Bonsoir Madame’; the sparkle & scents that cocoon me as I wander down the aisles past the makeup counters (always placed on the ground floor as one enters to make you feel reassured & excited by the promise of affordable luxury) before heading for the escalators to the floors above.

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I never really spend up big on one of these visits. In fact, I rarely buy anything at all. I am simply content to spend a quiet hour or two lost amongst beautiful things, taking in the atmosphere and peculiar hush that only truly beautiful department stores (or museums!) seem to possess. I am hardly the ideal customer I’ll grant you, but I am a loyal one if that should count for anything.

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I find this sense of refuge to be especially true in a big foreign city like Paris: for whatever adventures and encounters that have taken me out of my comfort zone in the hours preceding, I find ‘les grands magasins’ the ideal place to find my centre again, regain some semblance of calm and poise and then emerge, nose freshly powdered, ready to face the world again.

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If you find this all totally over-the-top delusional and romantic, fine. You may prefer the spectacle of the annual Christmas windows taking place on the outside of the store.

This year in Paris, Printemps enlisted the talents of Karl Lagerfeld to create ‘Noël Rêves d’Évasion’. Absolutely living up to its name (‘Christmas, Dreams of Escape’) it is an indulgent, festive exercise in pure escapism if ever I saw one.

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All done in that elegant – yet somehow hilarious style – for which we love Karl so much! I love the way he is taking shots of us taking shots of him – who is watching whom?

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I never know if he is making fun of the audience or himself (although I suspect I can guess)

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Or, if still none of that interests you, it is worth it just to take a trip to the rooftop terrace to take in the view…

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I am sure we can agree on this last point at least ;-)

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Happy (grands magasins) styling!!!

Rubi

*Or New York, London, or even David Jones in Sydney for that matter

**Credited with opening the world’s first department store, Le Bon Marché, in 1838.


The Rain in Spain

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Believe it or not, I am actually looking forward to the rainy season this year. Of course, once you find out the reason for this uncharacteristic pronouncement, you will not be at all surprised – as it would clearly have to be something style related to make me say such foolish things.

You see, I have a new rain hat – my first grown up rain hat even (thank you to the ever stylish Spanish duo behind Bimba y Lola) – and I can’t wait to wear it.

photo courtesy www.bimbaylola.es

How cute is this?!! And practical too – you can see why I could not resist…

I am sure rain hats were de rigueur fashion items in Australia even into the 70s, but when I was at school the only rain hat I ever wore was fluorescent yellow and had an elastic band that fitted tightly under my chin. Not cool under any circumstances. Ever.

But now I find – and for me this concept is rather uniquely European (although having said that they would SO do it in Japan!) – it is possible to take an item born of necessity and turn it into one of style.

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(Mind you, how could you not be inspired to wear a rain hat if this was outside waiting for you?!)

And why the hell not? If it means the wearer does not have to skulk around the streets fearing derisive looks, or risk catching a cold because they would rather go bare-headed than wear something that will protect their coiffure and maquillage et al from pesky raindrops.

And so at long last I can hold my rain-hatted head up high, and even be complimented in the street as I wear it!! So you can see why I am kinda keen to get it out for a road test asap ;-)

Happy (wet weather) styling!

Besos

Rubi


Wishful Thinking

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If my recent forays up and down the high streets of Barcelona in the name of fashion research are anything to go by, this is shaping up to be one of those rare seasons where I think I already have the basics covered. Because pretty much all the key pieces I am seeing in stores I find I already have a version of in my wardrobe.

I have to say the accessories are proving to be the most interesting thing so far…

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Rather than drawing attention to the fact that I may possibly have too many clothes if I have already got it sorted, I would prefer to think it of it as a happy confirmation of a combination of serendipity and savvy wardrobe building over past few seasons. Either that or retailers are playing it so GFC-safe right now that one can hardly tell the difference between this year’s racks and the last…

So, what are the things I have already got under my belt (or, hanging up, as it were)? Well, interestingly, some things are quite classic and others the kinds of things that come and go:

  • Ballet flats
  • Trenches
  • Metallic/lurex tops
  • Sequins
  • Lace up shoes with chunky wooden heels
  • Tailored pants
  • Clutches
  • Stripes
  • Knits with elbow patches
  • Long, loop around the neck scarves

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Things that I don’t have but are very tempting*:

  • Polka dots on bigger pieces like dresses & blazers
  • Flat lace up shoes & loafers – or (my preferred) wedged or high-heeled versions…
  • Python print  – on boots, pumps, clutches, everything! Too funky
  • 40s-style dresses
  • Huge rose prints
  • Brown
  • Tangerine

*the theory here is that these items will ‘inject some freshness into your wardrobe’ as they like to say in the fashion mags – aka things you can waste your money on because they need you to buy at least something new this season!!

Crazy things I am NOT going to be taken in by this year, having resisted them last season – or am I…?? This may refresh your memory:

Mango Pdg Nov 2010 - photo the style bar 2010

  • Shaggy jackets & vests – the rock chick within never dies *rolls eyes*
  • Triangular shaped (read: shapeless) mini tunics with big sleeves – in that Mary Quant/Pierre Cardin/Mondrian-inspired vein
  • Feather plumed dresses & skirts – sounds crazy I know, but this year the irony factor is amped up in lol Elmo pink & Cookie Monster blue – so much fun!!

So go on and have a look out there for yourself and see how you fare in the got it covered vs. still so many gaps to fill stakes – and remember: if you have to think about it, then you probably don’t need it!! But it’s always fun to look…

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Happy styling,

Rubi


Style vs Substance

photo courtesy of www.lespecs.com.au

What do you look for in a pair of sunglasses?

A shape that suits your face, a colour that goes with your complexion and blends in with – or nattily contrasts – your general wardrobe palette? Or just something to protect your eyes from the sun and glare?

Or you could be swayed by the latest styling, the designer brand name, a high level of quality or tons of street cred, or perhaps a bit of all these things?

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The particular dilemma of style versus substance was one I was intrigued to face recently when trying to decide between what, at first glance, appeared to be two very similar styles of sunglasses: both back-in-fashion – but still classic – aviator shapes, both metal frames, both within $50 of each other; in short, not much between them. So what was I to do – flip a coin?

Well, I did flip a coin in the end (after phoning a friend and doing a lap of the shopping centre in an effort to calmly come to a decision); but before that there were several days of um-ing and ah-ing and in-depth discussions with anyone who would listen until eventually their eyes would glaze over from a mixture of disbelief and disinterest…

So why was I so indecisive about what was, after all, ‘just’ a routine and relatively inexpensive purchase of a new pair of sunglasses?

Well. You see, despite what you may tell yourself, not all sunglasses are created equal. And as one of my patient gf’s pointed out, once you get out of the $20 price range it starts to become what I remember from my university days is known as a high-involvement purchase i.e. one that will take a bit longer than the usual oh-I-can’t-decide-between-these-two-funky-H&M-five-euro-styles-so-I-will-just-buy-both! type of scenario.

photo courtesy of www.lespecs.com.au

So there I was: on the one hand (well, in one surf shop) the super cool, retro Aussie brand Le Specs, with a beachside vibe & a very sexed-up, cheeky ad campaign (don’t believe me? then go check out the website – oh la LA!!! But don’t forget to come back when you are done ;-P)

http://www.lespecs.com.au/#/campaign/

On the other, the more established, mega-brand juggernaut Ray-Ban, recently back in global favour courting the young crowd and the choice of fighter pilots and rock stars everywhere. Oh yeah, and with the added bonus of being reduced by almost half.

You see my friends, that’s actually what had me wavering. I had decided on the Le Specs style over a week before, already imagining myself on the beach in Barcelona in them, attracting the approving stares & offers of cold cervezas from hombres like young Monsieur Le Buff in the catalogue.

But that was before I saw the ‘Bans’ in what was now within reach of my price range.

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The other thing that stopped me from simply snapping up this bargain of the season? Well, although Ray-Bans have always been for me the wise buyer’s choice – good quality, using ‘high precision optical lenses’ (read: scientific & geeky cool & guaranteed to sway a spectacle and all-year-round sunnies wearer like yours truly with this implied gravitas), every second person in Barcelona – no, make that practically EVERY person in Barcelona, if not the whole of Europe – has a pair. And who wants to look like everyone else?

Pfff…but enough with the thinking, I had to make a decision.

So which pair won out at the end of the day? Well, let’s just say that in the end I learnt the long way that there is no substitute for quality, sometimes the head should rule the heart, and you should always have the sense to snap up an incredible bargain when you see one.

Which one do you think it was?

photo www.lespecs.com.au

Happy (sunglasses!) styling

Rubi


A Fork in the Road

Restaurant Barcelona

Attending the recent Sydney Writer’s Festival one evening last month, I spent an entertaining hour in the company of food industry heavies A.A. Gill, Anthony Bourdain, and Tony Bilson, as they talked all things food and travel.

Their round table repartée included the revelation of a constant temptation to simply tell the chef to ‘just fuqing stop!’ upon finding themselves full, exhausted, and ready to give up halfway through a degustation meal; and the question of whether or not one is still obliged to pair a cracking lobster dish with a cheeky white burgundy (for the record: no one gives a toss anymore, you can pretty much drink what you like).

Whilst listening to their witty, expansive, oft’ times cynical, and almost always inflammatory opinions on food and travel, I got to thinking about some of the things I enjoy most about my own Spanish food travels, and the fond memories that go with it.

(And this is by no means an exhaustive list – these are just the photos I happened to have closest to hand – so there could easily be another instalment to come…)

Markets near Figuerola

Let’s just get right down to the ‘meat’ of it – what the Spanish don’t know about sausage either isn’t worth knowing or they’ve left to the French to perfect for themselves. In Cataluña, it’s got to be butifarra, plain for the purists or flavoured with ingredients like foie, onions or nuts for that extra ‘Mmm’ factor…

I visited the above market on an Easter Weekend spent in the Catalan countryside, that included a sublime meal of wild pig with artichokes & potatoes, all baked in the oven until golden brown and falling apart at the slightest sideways glance…

Jamon Sevilla

Still on the subject of meat (no, not many vegetarians in southern Europe), if you fancy jamón – go Ibérico, and go de Bellota – my favourite, infused with subtle hazelnut flavours. This was taken in a bar located somewhere in the backstreets of Sevilla’s barrio of Santa Cruz, on a night off from seeing flamenco shows at the 2006 Biennale. Or perhaps we were on our way to one or coming back – at times it was simply a wonderful blur…

El Rinconcillo Sevilla

This is one of my regular Sevillian dinner haunts ‘El Rinconcillo’, where when you eat standing up at the bar (is there any other way?) you have the perfect view straight across the bar of the guy whose only job it is to slice the jamón, all night, wafer-thin for the salivating clientes

Summer Sailing Costa Brava

No summer in Barcelona would be complete without a lazy afternoon sail on the Med up to the nearby Costa Brava. After a lunch of homemade bocadillos crammed full with fresh tomatoes, cheese or jamon, and finished with a crunchy apple, you to hop off, take a late afternoon dip and hit the showers.

Apples & Tomatoes in the Gemini Galley

Refreshed and ravenous in that certain way that only being near the ocean (or in the snowfields) can bring, you retire to a local mate’s holiday flat to enjoy some chilled and refreshing blanc pescador - lightly carbonated white wine – and lashings of lovingly homemade fare…

Adrian's Paella in Blanes

I love these crustaceans called cigalas – like yabbies or mini Balmain Bugs, super sweet and juicy! Which reminds me of a plate of them I had in Salobreña on a day trip to the beach on the Costa Tropical outside Granada: hot off the grill, doused in lemon juice, and washed down with a very chilled cerveza

Chocolateria El Born

The Spanish, like their neighbours the French, are obsessed with chocolate. So much so that they even put it in their cereal and sell it already mixed through so they can start the day with it – something I’ve been dying to try but can’t bring myself to do just yet…

Chocolate Museum Barcelona

Following a close second to chocolate are cakes and sweeties. Every feast day or holiday – religious or otherwise – has its own special pastel or dulce that goes with it, which people buy and take with them as they go visiting family and friends to celebrate the fiesta in question.

Pasteleria Eixample

I must have taken this photo close to the Catalan national holiday, as you can see the cakes on the right are decorated to look like the red & yellow stripes of the Catalan flag…

Vino y Agua Sevilla

The essentials in life. Need I say more? Just add a hot afternoon in Sevilla and some montaditos – mini toasted sandwiches with delicious fillings such as cured goat’s cheese, manchego, jamon or anchovies & caramelised onions…

Jerez Sherry

Which brings us to the Sherry of Jerez. Sweet & crisp, lightly carbonated, and just the thing to whet the palate before your meal – best enjoyed with a few green olives of course…

Cafe Passeig de Gracia Barcelona

Spain makes the best cup of Joe the world has to offer as far as this humble coffee drinker is concerned. I even stray from my usual black espresso every few months just to indulge in the famous café con leche, made with hot – but not frothy – full cream milk.  Never so tart or bitter that I have to call for a glass of water to go with it, or so weak I have to have three in a row just to get a hit of flavour, Spanish coffee is always hot, smooth and hecho con amor

Cafe con hielo Barcelona

A superb and essential variation on the coffee theme, café con hielo is simply coffee with a couple of ice cubes tossed in to cool it down. Best enjoyed outdoors in summer when the temperatures soar…

Cafe Culture Gracia

In the small and decidedly groovy barrio that is Grácia in Barcelona, café culture is alive and well at all hours of the day and night. Not that it isn’t the same deal in any other part of town, it’s just that here, the clientele are all somehow younger, cooler, more relaxed, and with that really local feel that you don’t always find in other, more hurried and tourist-driven neighbourhoods.

Restaurant El Born Barcelona

All over Barcelona you will find bright, airy, sun-filled cafes and restaurants like this one, where you can spend hours over casual meals, conversations with amigos, or immersed in a good book – or, of course, as an electric, atmosphere-charged venue in which to watch all-important football matches.

You can imagine that every bar in the country was packed to the rafters the night Spain won the World Cup final in 2010 – I was in a small English pub behind the Parc de la Ciutadella on the finals night, but I watched other matches in bars all over town that ranged from my favourite cocktail & burger joint, Betty Ford’s (for the Aussie matches!) to a packed out chiringuito on the beach…

Chiringuito Costa Brava

As A.A. Gill so passionately – and rightly – asserted towards the end of the conversation, “Food is everything. It’s all encompassing, it’s the identity of everywhere you go; to know what a culture is like – just eat the food.”

Barcelona skyline from Parc Guell

Amen – and Olé – to that.

Happy food-inspired travels!

Rubi

Catalonian Summer Sunset


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