what's wrong with sex?

Sometime last week, I put this post up, and for some reason, no one commented. At all. So, after a few hours, I took it down, embarrassed. I thought perhaps it was the title (sex). Mr. Dot, my husband (who went to the event with me) said it was because 'the stop shot is blurry, JIll, and people don't like blurry shots.' He also helpfully said that it's too long.

Even tho it is a bit of scroll down, I liked the let them eat cake aspect of the night (I've just seen Sophia Coppola's Marie Antionette again, and I'm so inspired by the colours) but I've also been in that head: how luxurious all our lives feel sometimes, and some of the fur and bling I saw that night, contrasted with the casualness of other people's dress..

So this is an experiment: I'm posting it again, but with the blurry shot 2nd down. Let's see if anyone comments this time, otherwise, 24 hours from now, down it goes. Again.





Phillips de Pury throw the best parties.

The art auction house are in partnership with the Saatchi Gallery, and have a vast white modern space on Howick Place, near Victoria Station. Their launch parties have the most stylish, arty people. Last summer, for example, they had a great party ('life imitating art', 'fancy footwork') where they served little classic English canapes: miniature tea sandwiches, tiny Battenburg cakes and other iconic miniature British desserts.

So when we were recently invited to a show simply titled Sex, how could I not go?




The art, which ranged from the beautiful to some quite explicit and shocking works, were by artists like Allen Jones, Jack Pierson, Sigmar Polke, Trace Emin, And Andy Warhol. The auction has come & gone (19th March) but just wanted to show you these because the range - from the most casual (old jeans) to quite luxe.. well, Andy would have loved it: it was a bit decadent, but the energy & the buzz was such fun.



Lovely cocktails (strong alcoholic, or non) with tropical notes like vanilla and lime, and while it was cold and rainy and gloomy outside (hence a lot of boots, and monochromic black and grey), inside, it was pretty hot.



We almost didn't go: we had other plans for that night: actually, I was torn between two plans. Sometimes, I find, the only way to break a stale-mate in conflicting plans is to introduce a Third Option.




(Oh, btw: I wore my faux fur chocolate brown jacket, one of the slightly stretchy bespoke sleeveless nude dresses I had made for me years ago - simple, Jackie O style - black opaque tights & a pair of old vintage suede pumps, with bows. What would you have worn?)