Venetian Jewelry House Nardi seems to be fallen out of time – one shop, one address, one family. No marketing, no international presence, no bowing to the changing zeitgeist. The current head of the family, Alberto Nardi, son of Sergio and grandson of Giulio, continues the family business from the premises at San Marco Square… Continue reading “Nardi Venezia” by Nicholas Foulkes
Category: Art in Books
Elizabeth Taylor – beauty and jewels in abundance
Elizabeth Taylor, one of the most admired actresses, beauty queens and role models of all time, died in 2011 after a life lived to the full. It was quickly announced thereafter that Christie’s would be auctioning off her personal belongings. I was always a huge fan of that exquisite beauty with her preference for jewels… Continue reading Elizabeth Taylor – beauty and jewels in abundance
Style is everything- three books on Diana Vreeland
“You gotta have style. It helps you get down the stairs. It helps you get up in the morning. It’s a way of life. Without it, you’re nobody” This quote of Diana Vreeland is my most favourite one. It embodies everything the Italian concept of Bella Figura means and it is the best advice for… Continue reading Style is everything- three books on Diana Vreeland
Marcel Pagnols country – “Provence Glory”
Real Provence in the South of France is not the coastline Cote d’Azur, but the countryside a bit more inland from the coast. A mountainous, hot area where you can hear the crickets chirp non-stop in summer and where the lush colours from the coast change to a landscape in a completely different colour palette.… Continue reading Marcel Pagnols country – “Provence Glory”
Falling in love „Tiffany Pearls“ by John Loring
Back in 2007, when big bookshops where still around everywhere, I found „Tiffany Pearls“ on my first trip to New York, bought it and carried it home. It is not a small book, it is a coffee-table-book, but it was too beautiful to leave it in New York. Amazon was not yet as strong as… Continue reading Falling in love „Tiffany Pearls“ by John Loring