Rain? C’est chic!
The weather here in New York has been pretty wet for the past couple days and is set to continue its soggy course for the next several days. People are morose about it, but I just finished reading D.V., Diana Vreeland’s autobiography, and she has a great passage about rain:
“One thing I hold against Americans is that they have no flair for the rain. They seem unsettled by it; it’s against them: they take it as an assault, an inconvenience! But rain is so wonderfully cleansing, so refreshing, so calming…”
The book overall is a great read particularly because I find the lives of the aristocratic and legendary endlessly fascinating. Vreeland, former Vogue and Harper’s Bazaar EIC and former director the Metropolitan Museum of Art’s Costume Institute, lived a truly fabulous life amongst this set — royal friends, custom clothes from Chanel, unlimited travels, chauffeured Bugattis, photography sessions with Andy Warhol… you name it, she lived it. The book captures her voice and her personality with many words in italics to emphasize her intonation and cadence. Her stories and observations range from sibylline to totally flighty (comments and opinions only someone with no worldly worries could declare), but it was fun to be transported into a different era and living style.
Here are some Vreeland gems (tracked on my fabulous Nook):
“Good cooks, jolly fellows–that’s what make a dinner.”
“A new dress doesn’t get you anywhere; it’s the life you’re living in the dress, and the sort of life you have lived before, and what you will do in it later.”
“Unshined shoes are the end of civilization.”
“As you know, all émigrés speak French.” (pip, pip)