Let’s pretend we are going to eat lunch, New Year’s Day, with a group of women friends. Let’s make it extraordinary by pretending we’ll be in Paris, at the very fancy Le Pré Catelan. Finally, let that group of friends be the bloggers who participate in this endeavor. They have agreed that today we write about Going Forward. Oh, and to my great pleasure, What We Would Wear.
Et voilà, context established.
I think we all have a few choice moments when life seems to have found its footing. When Going Forward means, simply, getting enough sleep, paying attention to the plan, and keeping one’s promises. In that personal context, lunch at this restaurant, with engaged, talented, communicative peers, would be a time for inner celebration. Let others talk, you can offer counsel and support. When we draw a bye in the Throw Life Up In The Air And Catch The Tatters tournament, we can take care of those bedeviled by change.
We know our turn will come again. Besides, it’s bad manners to self-congratulate.
Looking at this photo, I can almost hear the clink of silver on china, feel the beading of water on wine glasses. Feel the passing of waiters, swift and quiet. I’d take a breath full of gratitude, and cross my fingers for continued good fortune.
On the other hand, in my culture, no matter how much Zen we attempt, we’re going to want to wear something appropriate. Probably we’re going to consider the shade of our saffron robes very carefully, and wonder if the dye lot wouldn’t be improved by more marigold. High WASPs just can’t help themselves.
For lunch at Le Pré Catelan, I’d have to go French. Mostly. It’s only polite.
Review Lanvin’s offering, nah. Browse Chanel, nah. Remember, this is a pretend world where one is quite picky. How about the, as Style says, “Left Bank insouciance” of Chloé? But of course. A snakeskin print shirt dress? That’s the kind of subversive act anyone can support. Very ladies who lunch, so on trend, so chic.
Blush Louboutins. just because I’ve always wanted a pair. And patent leather feels a tad naughty. Give in to the Lanvin belt because Alber’s brand compels me. A strand of pearls, of course, since we’re in shirtdresses, but Duchesse has convinced me that Keshi pearls are interesting as an astringent to ladylike. And then, finally, because Oh Say Can You See an American Handbag, the saturated color of a Proenza Shouler PS1 satchel.
Damn I love that bag.
Imagine the 30-year old Saks Fifth Avenue black cashmere coat has been handed to the coat check. The black cashmere Loro Piana watch cap too. Sure, that meant redoing the hair, but Sturdy Gals refuse to suffer a cold head for vanity. Even in the face of crystal, tablecloths, and white orchids.
Settle into the elegant seat. Put your napkin in your lap, as your mother always told you. Butter a roll, order some Sancerre, laugh. Happy 2012 to you all, whether you’re jousting this year or sitting in the royal seats and watching.
A votre santé!
To read other posts in a similar vein, and see more pictures of this restaurant, (faint, swoon), go here.
Le Pre Catelan by alainfusion, via Qype