Naturals and risk-takers: Swan Ball 2012

(Photos from a collection by George Walker IV, The Tennessean) Music City has more than its share of red-carpet events, but Old Nashville has the grande dame of elegant arrivals: the Swan Ball, benefitting the Cheekwood center for the arts. In looking over what the ladies wore, I was disappointed that there were so few risk-takers, like Johnna Watson. She pulled the look off perfectly and made an arrival to match. This year's chairladies, Sandra Lipman and Jacqueline Hutton, represented the creative and the classic, respectively. Both hit the mark beautifully. Elizabeth Nichols took the classic route in the style of her gown and the gossamer shawl, a lovely recurring theme at these things. She took a risk with the olive hues and notes of violet in her jewelry. The alchemy was a sensation. Why go any way but classic when it works as well as it does at right? My old friend, photographer George Walker IV, captured a tableau that should be framed and hanging in this unnamed girl's home. Nothing says classic like a black dress, and the timeless Fran Hardcastle wears it well. Just the right jewelry, just the right touch for a lady who is comfortable in her own skin. The venerable Francis Guess always arrives with a pretty girl on his arm, but none as gorgeous as his hdaughter, Maria. She gets it just right with a gown that is perfection, top to bottom. Wish we could have seen all of adorable Amy Joiner's aubergine gown. She opted for something different -- that much we ican see -- and it clearly was an excellent choice. Lise Morrow's dress, like the number worn by Maria Guess, shows the craftsmanship of perfectly-placed detailing, probably worked by hand. Lise took a chance, and the result couldn't have been prettier. I am forever smitten with silk dupioni taffeta and the easy way it drapes. From the imperial, above left, to the sultry, above right, it makes magic. Every city is graced with a scant few women whose beauty is without peer and whose grace is nothing but natural, regardless of what they wear. Nancy Cheadle, above left, and Trevania Henderson, the one on the right in the right hand photo, are two of whom Nashville can be most proud. Their dresses this year are fabulous as always, as is Nancy's forever date, John Cheadle, always the best-looking guy in the room. Nashville, like most places, has its unfortunate plastic surgery catastrophes, and there is always a selection of the waxworks on view at the Swan Ball, just like they are at the country music awards. (Though never the same women, mind you.) Too bad everyone isn't as comfortable with herself as the original Natural Woman, Aretha Franklin, who sang for this year's Swan Ball guests. With the Swan Ball behind them, off they go to Sea Island and Rock Island to recover. A little sunscreen goes a long way, girls. à bientôt...Tatie - Posted using BlogPress from my iPad

THE wedding of the year

The wedding couple of the year Saturday was one of the happiest days of my life: My beautiful daughter, Olivia, my only child, was married in our home to J.R. Lind, my son-in-law and my friend. I don't have to tell you what a beautiful couple they made. (Photos by our precious friend, Jenny Maldonado.) Olivia and JR Lind are wed She wore a gown of tulle, organza and silk shantung, and a chapel length tulle veil. She carried a bouquet of white hydrangeas, roses and lilies. Our friend, Councilman Jason Holleman, officiated. Olivia and JR's wedding Not only have I gained the best son-in-law ever, I consider myself blessed to count Cathy and Jim Lind among my friends. I've always had the incredible friendship of Olivia's father, Ken Quillen. Olivia and JR Lind are wed I cannot remember when I had as much fun designing and creating a dress. Olivia wanted pouf, so a layer of satin, four layers of tulle and three tiers of organza later, she got what she wanted. She produced a picture of the headpiece she wanted a week ago (eeeek!), but it was as easy as it was fun. Veil was a no brainer. Something old: antique French lace on her garter; something new: her dress; something borrowed: sister-in-law Julie's beautiful necklace; something blue: a tiny blue knotted heirloom bow on her garter. Miller, JR and Olivia model matching green Chuck Taylors Best part of the wedding attire, hands down, though, were the emerald green Chuck Taylor sneakers worn not only by bride and groom but also by the guest of honor, their nephew Miller Moore of Atlanta. Brian, Julie, Mason and Miller Moore with brother/uncle JR and new sister-in-law/aunt Olivia J.R.'s sister, Julie Moore, and her adorable family, Brian, Miller and the newest member, Mason, helped make the day a perfect one. Best Dog, Jackington Lind There was but one attendant, but that's all you need when you have one as fine as Jackington Lind. He wore a green bow tie, much like his dad's. For those who don't know J.R., the bow tie is his signature look, and Jack acquired the taste soon after J.R. and Olivia met. JR and Olivia being their old goofy selves What we all love most about J.R. and Olivia is their off-beat and very entertaining sense of humor. And that J.R. is a Jeopardy champion. And that they are Predators hockey fans. In fact, after a wedding luncheon at Noshville, we celebrated in a suite at Saturday's Predators game. They got some great face time and a big congratulations on the Megatron. Our opponents: the Phoenix Coyotes, who played on the night of Olivia and J.R.'s first hockey date. (Preds lost both games.) JR and Olivia Lind The most spectacular wedding of the year, no doubt, will be that of Kate Middleton and Prince William. It will outdo and eclipse EVERY OTHER WEDDING this year (and some of you know exactly why that makes me smile). But no wedding will be prettier, sweeter and more filled with love than the one held last Saturday in my home. May J.R. and Olivia's home be filled with as much joy as each of them has brought into all of ours. à bientôt...Tatie

Chouette: Hostem, Billy Reid give new purpose to old elegance

Enter Hostem men's wear in London

The guys are having all the fun these days. Men's wear retail stores have begun to take on an artisinal elegance, so relaxed, I want to go hang out with a novel and hearty mug of coffee. To wit: Hostem in London, above, as presented by design überblog Remodelista Daily. How about that egg-and-dart detail on the washed wood door or the old church pew turned shop counter? Relaxed elegance of men's wear retailer Billy Reid The tone brought to mind Billy Reid, the Southern men's wear retailer that's making quite the impression with its use of comfortably aged elegance in its stores. Actually, Billy's got a little something for the girls too, but that's not the point. The focus is on the fellows and a fine aged-in-the-wood ambiance. Tented ceiling in Hostem men's wear store in London Pan back to Hostem, and love the grit and grace of an old concrete plinth displaying hightop sneakers. Equally important is the tent effect of the ceiling, draped with painted hessian cloth. Old bookshelf makes fine display at Billy Reid's men's wear Billy Reid, meanwhile, turns a grand old beadboard bookcase into a display platform for shirts and so forth. Note the set of crystal decanters at lower right set upon a silver tray. Clever display of boots at Hostem men's wear in London I'm loving the juxtaposition of the industrial cage lighting fixture and the ancient piece of masonry displaying boots at Hostem. Shirt table in men's wear store Billy Reid Juxtaposition of a different sort: graceful milk glass cake stand and simple vase of wild posies set amid the sexy masculinity of softly starched fine cotton shirts. Billy Reid gets it just right.

There is contrast and confluence between these two shops -- Hostem so minimal, Billy Reid filled to the brim with high taste, and both of them possessed with a healthy respect for that which is worn, warm and welcoming.

à bientôt...Tatie

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Leading the ladies

I'm not much of a movie-goer or an Oscar watcher anymore, but I like to look at the red carpet slide shows. A lot of it is so much self-absorbed pretense. And a little too much metallic this year. But with that much design at work, there is always a certain amount of splendor. A few notes about my splendid choices below: Sandra Bullock wasn't just a winner; her little capped sleeves win, too. Mo'nique gets my statuette for the gardenia in her hair -- her tribute to the iconic Hattie McDaniels. Gabourey Sidibe, the young lady who played Precious, lives up to her character's name, not so much with her dress as with her precious self-confidence. (I just wish she didn't resemble a certain annoying ex-colleague.) And Robert Downey Jr. gets an A for effort, even if he could use a lesson in bow-tying from a Boy I know. The rest? Well, I just love the gowns -- including the lipstick pink number with all the ruffles. The critics got that one wrong. à bientôt...Tatie (Photos by the AP)