The Parks Edit 003

Written By MPU

Not much to report on this week, if you can believe it. Which is a bit lovely, don’t you think?
For the most part, the week was rather sweet — It was just birds, chirping, flittering through my flung-wide-open window (metaphorically of course, if an actual bird actually flew threw my actual window I would actually die), National Geographic late into the night, honey on toast and tea’s with only one sugar, wolves sleeping in my bed, not mauling any deers to death figuratively and also literally speaking.
I can assure you that at no point did I wake up and look over at that boy next to me in my bed with flowers blooming from my eyes and a heart galloping like a horse. And actually, there was no boy in my bed so sod off.

We had an event this week, an art charity auction, raising money for Ormond Street, and it was (bizarrely) a very seamless, very fun, and all-round, very breezy evening.

BJ wore exactly what I told him to without so much as a lifted eyebrow — the Shawl-Lapel Silk Jacquard shirt with the black V-Neck Short Sleeve shirt both from Saint Laurent, with the Tapper Virgin Wool Drawstring Trousers (Maison Margiela) obviously, Old Skools in Darkest Spruce and True White.

BJ’s Charity Outfit

 

Me, I went a little left of my usual style — I don’t know why, really — Just that I saw the coloured Trumpet-Striped Silk-Faille maxi skirt from the ineffable Christopher John Rogers and I had to wear it, so I built my outfit around it.

The Leather Bustier crop from Alaïa was the top I went with and then the Alexander Wang Sienna Crystal-Embellished Leather mules, I wore too many accessories to type out (I’ll link them below) but the clutch I wore was the small Perry clutch bag by Tyler Ellis.

Magnolia’s Charity Outfit

 

The whole event when by mostly without a hitch — BJ didn’t kiss anyone he shouldn’t have, I didn’t flirt with anyone to get back at him, nothing passive-aggressive happened between BJ and Christian (and why would it anyway, because — nothing’s ever happened that would require it to). Jonah was on his best behaviour, didn’t do anything vulgar to the ice statue and I didn’t even have to beg Henry not to toss grapes into the glassware of passersby (the boys favourite event game, much to my dismay).

The only hiccup was that Jonah and Christian’s cousin’s boyfriend (too many nouns in that sentence, I do apologise) who’s over here in London for a couple of weeks — he’s a really friendly guy, sweet; sort of like a puppy. I think he has some money, but not necessarily — like — ‘owns an island’ kind of money (and I promise, I don’t hold that against him). Anyway, he accidentally bid on a £125,000 painting of a banana that he didn’t really want — and before you ask, I know, I know, how do you accidentally bid on a painting of a banana? I don’t know — he strikes me as the sort of person where things like that happen a lot to him.

That said, he was deeply distressed, (something about a house deposit?) and then a little while later I overheard BJ say to him “hey, I actually really love that painting, would you let me buy it off you?” And the guy said yes.

Afterwards when I asked BJ about it, fishing a bit because once upon a time our tastes in art weren’t completely dissimilar but I would rather hang up that stupid painting of the dogs playing cards on my wall than that fucking banana — so I said, “Do you actually like that painting?” And he gave me this look and a tiny wink and I definitely didn’t want to kiss him for being so sweet to some poor idiot.

Separately, and not at all because I have a crush on him extra this week or anything, I was planning on doing it all along anyway — I booked a vacation for BJ and me at one of my favourite hotels in the world: Le Sirenuse on the Amalfi Coast. And we’re on our way now. Writing this to you from my father’s plane, actually.

Summer’s winding down, on its last legs and I love a dwindling summer — there’s something so romantic about it. Freckles on shoulders, new ones on his nose, boys simultaneously smell worse and better at once in the summer, don’t you think? — the skies are so dramatic, the days feel slippery but in a way that makes you feel full, like you could lose a whole week if you weren’t paying attention to time.

Positano is obviously beautiful in obvious ways, and maybe I love this hotel how I do for my own reasons that I don’t have to share with you, but suffice to say, one of the lemon trees that lines the pool got quite a show one evening that they will not be getting a repeat performance of this time around, no matter how much Limoncello I have… Also, to aid the evaporation of any sexual energy that might hypothetically exist between BJ and me, I’m bringing Bridget! The most sexless person in the world. All I have to do is imagine the infinity of ways she’d berate us both if she knew that last week BJ’s hand was on my knee under the table while we were eating breakfast with her at Annabel’s, having to listen to her prattle on about the depths of our dysfunction would have been enough to dry me up for a month, so I decided to bring her to Positano as a safety precaution. And BJ’s bringing Henry because neither of us want to be saddled with Bridget alone, complaining about how we look at each other on a boat with a lilac sky behind us. If you’ve heard that Ted Talk once, you’ll be set for life - there’s no orgasm worth it. Who said anything about an orgasm anyway?

Frankly, I regret inviting her already. Regretted it the second I picked out her plane outfit and she rebuffed it. (Like, who is rebuffing the navy stripe-detail logo-patch tailored trousers from Miu Miu? Bridget is. And me a bit actually, but not because they’re not great just because I don’t really wear full length pants very often) and so then my sister was like “you just don’t want to wear them because BJ loves legs.” And I said that wasn’t true, I just have really good legs, and she said that’s true, I do, but that they’ll still be there even if I wear long pants, and I said it would go against my personal aesthetic, and she said ‘no, it would go against your personal ethos of constantly trying to seduce your ex-boyfriend’, which I swear to god, I’m going to sue her for defamation one day but anyway that’s why my plane outfit today is the striped straight-leg trousers and the Crystal-embellished wool-blend jacket, both from Oscar DeLa Renta, with nothing but a black bra from La Perla underneath it. My legs feel stupid now that they’re covered up, I hate pants so consequently I hate my stupid sister for gaslighting me into them, that clever little witch! With my full-length-zero-exposure-can’t-even-tell-I-take-a-barre-class pants, I’m wearing the Melba cutout suede mules from By Far, the dark green velvet headband from Jennifer Behr and the cutest little Lemon and Floral Box bag from Dolce & Gabbana, because Positano.

Magnolia’s Plane Outfit

 

BJ dressed himself for the plane, which as we all know means he will just wear some variety of a track pant, which he has here now — the Tapered Embroidered Logo track pants from Greg Lauren, with the — and this is rather cute and Bridget is being rather annoying about it — The Butterflies Hoodie from the National Geographic x Park Project label (I know!) — the grey tie-dye Hot Yosemite Socks from The Elder Statesmen with the Axel Arigato Logo Print slides.

BJ’s Plane Outfit

 

I might send out a “holiday’s must have” in a few days if I have the time, so keep an eye out, but I need to go now because Henry’s trying to convince the pilot to let him fly the plane and I’m not in the mood for dying today.

Ciao Bella!

Magnolia x

MPU
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