Cedarside

IMG_0526My Grandparents’ Adirondack camp is and was a very special place to me and many of my family members. In the summers of my younger years, my family and I would road-trip from salty Newport, Rhode Island “up” to the quiet lakeside town of Essex, New York. Here, was the camp my Grandmother and Grandfather officially winterized in the early 90’s so they could call it their home year round. (Although snowdrifts somehow still made their way into the maids’ quarters). The property was dusted by tall cedar trees, black-eyed Susans and the incessant chirping of yellow finches and crickets. It was a haven among a landscape already so still and majestic.

Before my bedtime, which usually coincided with the commencement of adult happy hour, I’d sit on the covered porch with my Grandparents admiring the mountains through a tattered pair of binoculars. Once, I sat at my Grandmother’s side while we were greeted by a family of hummingbirds amidst a raging thunderstorm. By day, I’d help the grown ups clear the rocks by the lake’s edge to help keep our “sandy” beach in tact. My Uncle Greg would entertain us with sensational tales of “Champ”, the notorious sea monster in our beloved Lake Champlain.

Time spent at Cedarside always evoked a carefree mindset. The only “time” that was monitored was when the local ice cream shop closed. The camp was always abuzz with visitors that would drop by – both human and animal. One morning, we woke to find raccoon prints on the kitchen windowsill from a visitor who helped itself to our flour and sugar, and a serious rescue mission was made when my Mother discovered a poisonous snake lurking under my crib during a mid-day nap.

Adventures at the camp, on the mountains and in the lake were conquered and memories were formulated throughout many decades. Till this day and for always, the Adirondacks will continue to have a piece of my soul. Below, a quote I admire:

Give me the islands of the upper air,

all mountains

and the towering mountain trees.

– Hilda Doolittle

IMG_0623Above: The not so sandy shore of our Lake Champlain. Across the way you can see Vermont.

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“Queen of Gamine”

isabel-marant-rtw-ss2013-candids-07_18150228375.jpg_carousel_parties If there is anyone “having a moment” in the fashion world right now, it is definitely the undeniably blasΓ© Parisienne, Isabel Marant. Known for her effortless sheer tees, slim slacks, studded boots and the like, her collections always ooze with that “French cool”. Her label was founded in 1994 and despite a consistent 30% rise in sales each year and overwhelming acclaim from it-girls around the globe, she still manages to brush away the jetset-fashionista mentality. On weekends, she retreats to her clapboard cottage in Fontainebleau with her designer hubby JΓ©rΓ΄me Dreyfuss. By day, they soak in the pristine air among the quiet sounds of nature and the banks of the Loing River, while tending to garden chores and cooking for dinner guests. When their son Tal enters his 8 year old evening slumber, the duo sip brandy among the stars while fending off nocturnal visitors. In a piece written by the NYTimes, it was revealed that Isabel’s husband gifted her with a military sink for her birthday. A woman with smashing taste who embraces life’s simple pleasures, now that’s my kind of gal!

Below are images from Isabel Marant’s 2014 Resort Collection.

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