WAY TO WEAR THE HAT! Diary of Midge Maisel, aged 26 and a half!

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NOMINATED for three Golden Globes in the “musical or comedy” categories: Rachel Brosnahan for Best Performance by an Actress, Alex Borstein for Best Performance by an Actress in a Supporting Role, and Best Television Series,  how come ‘Vanity Fair’ thinks the second series of ‘The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel, “has little story to tell this time around?

Sonia Saraiya, VF’s television critic must surely know it’s all about the hats!

Saraiya is worried that the importance of Susie Myerson’s gender identity is not addressed! Also bothered by the plotting! If it’s set in Upper East Side, Manhattan, at first, she asks, how has it the chutzpah to take us to Paris and the Catskills, in the second series?

As an aspiring woman comic in the 1950s Midge Maisel (Brosnahan, raised in Leeds) needs a booking agent like Myerson  (Borstein). Susie is the gruff booker of the Gaslight Club in Greenwich Village where…

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Le paradis des enfants

When I take Toby and Linus to St.Ives next month it won’t be as metropolitan as this but the light, the rock pools and the new Tate extension will be just as spectacular.

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IN 1997 I read about a park in Paris donated by the Citroen foundation. Luckily I had a son and two grandsons who were exactly the ages to see such wonders. So we booked, sailed the channel and crossed the summer fields of la belle France by train.

Parc Citreon is pres le Tour Eiffel so we did both spectacular sites on our first day, only stopping for food and wine at the best restaurants we could find.

parccitreonParis is also the home to La Villette designed by Bernard Tschumi, a French architect of Swiss origin, who built it from 1984 to 1987 in partnership with Colin Fournier, on the site of the huge Parisian abattoirs (slaughterhouses) and the national wholesale meat market, as part of an urban redevelopment project. The slaughterhouses, built in 1867 on the instructions of Napoléon III, had been cleared away and relocated…

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Don’t you just love it?

Tommy Reilly  the latest British now signed act with his first single, a plea for a phone call, is a post-Modern Romeo.

Not only is he having trouble contacting Juliet but he ‘s doing it in front of cameras – his heart about to be broken. He has to focus on a new chart-topping album; so there’s no time to track down the love he left in a Scottish underground pass after sharing a pint with her. The lovelorn youth’s lyrical ballad becomes a self-fulfilling prophesy; part of a poignant pre-Valentine’s Day romance.

Still, let’s suppose, at least, he doesn’t have to choose between trainers, in a bag, or sodden moon boots to get him into central London in sub-zero climes. Pop Music success should keep him on warm tour buses, in studios, or dressing rooms from now on.

In our world, Hilary Alexander covered all the weather bases for the Telegraph this week; revealing how fashionistas are wearing expensive Italian gear and ‘ski accessories just unpacked from Verbier or Aspen,’ while researching stockists for thermals and boots that grip.

Writing from an electronic cottage on the Yorkshire-Lancashire border, it’s clear our hoary frozen days are bright and light as June. So that’s how Scandinavian winters are bearable. With such startling quality of light, from snow, less Schnapps and fewer ginger biscuits will be needed to see them through till Spring.

Back to the book, How Fashion promotes itself – the new black magic. It’s all very well planning a course in displacement activities but blogging for fun has to be a rationed treat.