We’ve gotten a TON of press lately…and I was even on television which is sort of embarrassing, but cool nevertheless….here are some highlights:::
NEW YORK MAG:
As Thanksgiving is not a holiday in France, we expatriates (or bi-coastal travelers), can freely celebrate the holiday whenever we want. Frankly I could have Thanksgiving dinner in August and no one would really question me. This year, we celebrated a little early, and can subsequently send out some of our photos pre-holiday. We went for a really overcharged leather/horsehair/antique pewter look….enjoy!
Where’s the turkey? We were so busy cooking and eating…and eventually pushing all of the furniture out of the way and dancing to frank sinatra that the actual feasting will have to go undocumented this year. I will say that being the luckiest person alive means having a beautiful family and many gorgeous friends and for that, I am the luckiest and the most thankful.
Thanks Xavier, Guillaume, Vanessa, Marie-Claude, Christophe, Marc, Eve, Reeve, Manon, David, Vincent, Nathalie, Eric, Mathilda, Eric, Guilherme, Luc, Gad, and Elon!
I had a near breakdown this weekend when my entire reality was thrown into question and I thought for one second, which seemed like an eternity at the time, that I may actually NOT be the luckiest person alive. This is what happened:
After several days under several feet of snow in a tiny red house, or rather a village of tiny red houses that all together made up one house, in the middle of an endlessly enchanted forest filled with amazing creatures, like the majestic elk who speaks to people like me, I’d reached the peak of winter Scandinavian chic. I can barely yet speak of this part of my journey as it was rather shocking how perfect it all was. Anyway, on the peak of my rustic high, I drove many hours through the midday darkness of the north to Stockholm. When I arrived into this absolutely ravishingly elegant capital filled with people of unspeakable grace, I was crushed. The Swedes, I thought, are the luckiest people alive, and I had been lied to my whole life.
What a relief it was for me to enter the Saluhalls market! Perhaps the most amazing of all food markets anywhere I’ve yet to see. EVERYTHING in this market is perfectly beyond reality, down to the elegant wrapping of all the fresh goods, the service, the aristocratic clientele (great people watching), everything. Within this market is a seafood restaurant far superior than any other casual market restaurant anywhere. One of the numerous Stockholm residents who became my friend along the way, after hearing me order, leaned over and said, “congratulations, you are about to have the BEST of Swedish seafood, you are very lucky.” The luckiest, I told him!
I swear to god it was crazy.
On the way out I was rather tempted by these dried poisonous mushrooms……