CANDYLAND

Honestly, if I could live in a world where everyday quick and easy dinners, and rachel ray, and low cal tortilla wraps, and slow food, and fast food, and regional specialties, and nouvelle gastronomie, and haute gastronomie, and gastrointerite, and kobe burgers, and lobster rolls, and meyer lemons, and himalayan salt could all magically be turned once and for all into candy, I would be so happy. (And that’s even happier than I already am,  since as you know I am the luckiest person alive and I practically already live in candyland.)

I’d rather eat every day easy meals of luscious gooey rainbow colored treats and milkshakes, take baths in strawberry milk, and sprinkle glittery sugar on absolutely everything.

Below are some pictures from my new favorite restaurant in the entire world.

the author and the plat du jour

PS: In my Candlyland Utopia, there would be plenty of candy apples everywhere for everyone, but I would not eat them because really, they’re gross, who wants fruit in candy?  But they sure are beautiful…perhaps I’ll make a candy appple that is filled with marzipan.

XOXO Candyman.

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Merry Christmas

Merry Christmas and muchalove to all this Christmas.
We had réveillon in Paris Christmas eve now to mum and da’s for Xmas dinner in Wilmington… With many messages for friends in new York london Paris biarritz Berlin bordeaux san Francisco Toulouse Jakarta and Seattle in between.
Xjosh

HOME for the holidays

My home is your Home.

My apartment in Paris is fully decked with some VERY important and very MAGIC holiday items:

This season the racoon tail is the star along with some very special glass whales, and a menagerie of vintage mexican friends.

Have a good one!

tree

bull + racoon tail

special lion

angel with pearls and coral

ahoy

very special friendly whale princess

irish lamb

père noël

THE END IS NEAR

As the end of the year, and perhaps the world, is upon us, I’ve been reflecting on the standout meals I’ve had with my delicious friends these past twelve months. I feel changed, nourished, and absolutely hungry for more :

kosher couscous with gad, tacos in the mission with allison, lobster rolls on the water with gabriel, truffle omelettes with benoit, dulce de leche cookies with diego, eggplant parmesan with amanda, margaritas with tim, english breakfasts with xavier, la meilleur pizza de paris with david, brioches and champagne with christophe et marc, steak with steph, fondue savoyarde with mom and dad, maryland crabs with grandma, fitness brunch at the gym with elizabeth, schnitzel with hili and alex, tajik smoke tea with emilie, BBQs with bob, beer with uncles tommy and rob, endless crostini with tolga, vodka sodas in the towers with cynthia, chicken mcnuggets and strawberries with my dog larry, tapas with trish, jameson’s with jimmy, havana club with guillaume and eugénie, camparis under berkeley sunset with claudia and laura, diet cokes with the paris office crew, picnics just me and the beach and the birds……

just to name a few…

I’m so filled with absolute transcendant LOVE because of all this, I’ve decided to serve everything in heart shaped dishes from now on,

like this cranberry relish from Thanksgiving,

Cute!

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MAGIC MUSHROOMS

We all know the forest is a powerful, mystical place.  Eating the fleshy, earthy mushroom is in fact eating the forest.

I’ve learned that mushrooms, like some people, grow very attached to one another, and sometimes form a sort of siamese twin.

I couldn’t stand to separate these two brothers into a sacrifice of butter and white wine so I ate them raw. Together.

Voilà.

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4PM sharp.

On a chilly fall afternoon, at 4pm sharp, I stop and drink a hot chocolate. Rather, every day, at 4pm sharp, I stop and drink a hot chocolate, but it tastes better on a chilly fall afternoon. I used to do bikram yoga at 4pm sharp every afternoon….the two have much in common. For one, they’re both hot.  Though the hot chocolate does not last a full 90 minutes, this ritual I have of stopping everything and clearing my head is extremely useful as my yoga practice once was… just breathe deeply and focus on your third eye.

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COOKING SUCKS

I think it really sucks to have to cook all the time. Really. And then you’re expected to write about it and give away all the special secret things you do to make such decadent sensory overload alcoholic evenings. Sometimes you just need a break from it all.

This weekend, I had really had enough of it all, so I drank a perfect manhattan,

then hopped in my car , which really is the most chic car in the entire world, I know,

and drove myself (i only had ONE drink, it’s ok.) to a magical place that normally only exists in fairy tales or the best kind of children’s books, but for me it really does exist because I’m very lucky. I hid in in bed all day eating things lovely people made for me and pushed into my lovely laura ashley room on a lovely cart on lovely china with lovely teas and jams and sausages and very lovely bacon and lovely beans and super incredible lovely pork pies and lovely bangers and mash .

…and i’d occasionally press this button….

 

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CHANGE

I felt the season change. I wasn’t really paying attention and was honestly preoccupied by something entirely other than the weather, when I suddenly realized I was completely alone in a misty fall colored garden with the end of summer dahlias fading from yellow and the green of the trees darkening and it was raining gently, and I felt just perfect there.

These two lovers were the only other ones in the garden with me.

 

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THE LATEST BIG PROJECT

Here are a few shots from our latest big project…a restaurant in paris…………….the first of many new environments we’re creating for eating for drinking for flirting for sleeping for dreaming for remembering the good ol’ days.