Sunday brunch at Barney Greengrass is a bit of people watching and a lot about fabulous food. Outside the valets display Bentley's, Rolls Royces, Porsches, Jaguars, Mercedes and Maseratis in a tidy luscious line-up. My '88 560SL was considered elderly and therefore consigned to the parking lot below. It was Mother's Day and the restaurant crowded. Jackson made reservations and we were whisked to the balcony overlooking Wilshire and Rodeo, a heat lamp making the breeze rather sultry.
Strolling lazily through the store, surprised that the straw hat in the men's area was 695.00; I'd guessed 130.00. The Fiorentino & Baker boots, the over the knee flat boots were sold out (didn't they know that was the one they could sell over and over all season long, sigh). The second floor is airy and light and filled with serious designer pieces and only many, not all, are black. The photos of black were taken with my iphone; not a good idea. Trying to lighten a very, very black iphone photo blew out the highlights and gave a sort of comic book character to the Comme des Garcons jacket, dress and under skirt. Still, the details (details = understatement) are so exquisite and take-your-breath-away, even with the dreadful picture.
Jackson was very patient but having games on his iphone surely helped, even on Mother's Day.
It would be a good thing, I think, for the new owners (there are always new owners, it seems) of Barneys New York to get Gene Pressman back.