Category Archives: Loyalty

Remembrances of Excellency Past: Valentina Nicholaevna Sanina Schlee

As told by Guiseppe Cipriani, General Founder of Harry’s Bar, Venice: “Who could ever forget the extraordinary fashion designer, Valentina Schlee?  Of Russian origin, she was Greta Garbo’s stylist. They both lived in the same building in New York.  Greta Garbo eventually became the lover of her husband, Mr. Schlee. Valentina always dressed like the Great Garbo.  Or perhaps the Great Garbo was always dressed like her.  A mass of tangled locks hid her from view even in the middle of summer. She was both the joy and the desperation of all our waiters and cooks and those of the Hotel Gritti as well, where she usually stayed. When she finally left, all the men heaved a huge sigh of relief.  I sent a bottle of champagne over to the staff at the Gritti, and made sure that everyone who had served her got their share.”

Outstandingly Excellent People. Image via GarboForever.com

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Excellent Cover: The Outstandingly Photogenic Couple Anja Rubik & Sasha Knezevic, Together, For Vogue Russia, February 2011

Presenting Outstandingly Excellent couple Anja Rubik and Sasha Knezevic, as photographed by Alexi Lubomirski, for the cover of the February 2011 issue of Vogue Russia.

Anja Rubik & Sasha Knezevic on the cover of the February 2011 issue of Russian Vogue. Image via Alexi Lubomirski. for Russian Vogue via Vogue Russia..

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Lessons in Excellency: Christopher Isherwood and Don Bachardy

Presenting the writer Christopher Isherwood and the artist Don Bachardy, partners, together in Los Angeles.

Christopher Isherwood and Don Bachardy in Los Angeles. Image via Zeitgeist Films.

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Poetic Excellence: David Rakoff’s “Frenemies”

Frenemies: With friends like these...

David Rakoff
From This American Life, 9/09, Frenemies

Nathan, at one of the outlying tables,
his legs tangled up in the disc jockeys cables,
surveyed the room as unseen as a ghost,
while he mulled over what he might say for his toast.
Though the couple had asked him for his benediction,
seemed at odds with them parking him here by the kitchen.

That he’d shown up at all was still a surprise,
and not just to him,
it was there in the eyes of the guests
who had seen a mirage and drew near,
and then covered their shock with a ‘Nathan, you’re here?’.
And then silence, they’d nothing to say beyond that.
A few of the braver souls lingered to chat.
They all knew and it wasn’t a mystery
that he and the couple had quite an odd history.
Their bonds were a tangle of friendship and sex,
Josh, his best pal once, and Patty, his ex.

For a while he couldnt go out in the city,
without being a punchline, or object of pity.
‘Poor Nathan’ had virtually become his new name,
So he showed up just to show he was game,
Though his invite was late, a forgotten addendum
For Nate there could be no more clear referendum,
That he need but endure through this evening and then
He would likely not see Josh and Patty again.

Josh’s sister was speaking, a princess in peach.
Nathan dug in his pocket to study his speech.
He’d poured over Bartlets for couplets to filch,
He stayed up till three, still came up with zilch.
Except for instructions he’d underscored twice.
Just two words in length, and those words were: be nice.

Too often, he thought, our emotions betray us,
and reason departs once we’re up on the dias.
He’d witnessed uncomfortable moments,
where others had lost their way quickly,
where sisters and brothers had gotten too prickly.
He’d heard their babbling with stories of benders,
Or lesbian dabbling, or spot-on impressions of mothers-in-law,
which true, Nathan thought, always garnered guffaws,
But the price seemed too high,
with the laughs seldom cloaking hostility, masquerading as joking.

No, he’d swallow his rage and he’d bank all his fire.
He knew that in his case, the bar was set higher.
Folks were just waiting for him to erupt,
they’d be hungry for blood even though they had supped.
They’d want tears, or some other unsightly reaction,
And Nathan would not give them that satisfaction.
Though Patty a harlot and Josh was a lout,
At least Nathan knew what he’d not talk about.
I won’t wish them divorce, that they wither and sicken,
Or tonight that they choke on their salmon or chicken.
I won’t mention that time when the cottage lost power,
In that storm on the cape and they left for an hour.
And they thought it was just the cleverest rouse,
to pretend it took that long to switch out the fuse.
Or that time Josh advised me with so much insistence,
that I should grant Patty a little more distance,
that the worst I could do was to hamper and crowd her,
that if Patty felt stifled, she’d just take a powder,
that a plant needs its space just as much as its water,
that I shouldn’t give Patty that ring that I bought her,
That in retrospect only elicits a ‘gosh,
I hardly deserved a friend like you, Josh’
No, I won’t spill the beans, or make myself foolish,
To satisfy appetites venal and ghoulish.
I will not be the blot on this hellish affair.
And with that Nathan pushed out and rose from his chair.
And just by the tapping of knife against crystal,
All eyes turned his way, like he’d fired off a pistol.

‘Hmm, Josh, well, Patricia, a few family and friends,
I’ll say a few words, if you will, before everything ends.
You’ve promised to honor, to love and obey,
We’ve quaffed our champagne and been cleansed by sorbet,
All in endorsement of your hers and hisdom,
So now let me add my two sense worth of wisdom.
I was racking my brain, sitting here at this table,
Until I remembered this suitable fable,
That gets at a truth, though it may well distort us.
So here with the Tale of the Scorpion and Tortoise.
The Scorpion was hamstrung, his tail all aquiver,
Just how would he manage to get cross the river,
‘Why, the water’s so deep’ he observed with a sigh,
Which pricked at the ears of a tortoise nearby.
‘Well, why don’t you swim?’ asked the slow-moving fellow,
‘Unless you’re afraid, I mean what are you yellow?’
‘It isn’t a matter of fear or of whim’, said the scorpion,
‘But that I don’t know how to swim’
‘Ah, I didn’t mean to be glib when I said that,
I figured you were an amphibian’
‘No offense taken’ the Scorpion replied,
‘But how bout you help me to reach the far side?
You swim like a dream, and you have what I lack,
what’s say you take me across on your back?’
‘I’m really not sure that’s the best thing to do’ said the Tortoise,
‘Now that I see that it’s you. You’ve a less than ideal reputation preceding,
there’s talk of your victims all poisoned and bleeding.
You’re the Scorpion, and how can I say this, but well,
I just don’t feel safe with you riding my shell.’
The Scorpion replied, ‘What would killing you prove?
We’d both drown, so tell me, how would it behoove me,
to basically die at my very own hand,
when all I desire is to be on dry land.’
The Tortoise considered the Scorpions defense.
When he gave it some thought it made perfect sense.
The niggling voice in his mind he ignored,
And he swam to the bank and called out, ‘Climb aboard’.
But just a few moments from when they set sail,
the Scorpion lashed out with his venomous tail.
The Tortoise too late, understood that he’d blundered,
when he felt his flesh stabbed and his carapace sundered.
As he fought for life he said, ‘Tell me why you have done this,
For now we will surely both die?’
‘I don’t know!’, cried the Scorpion,
‘You never should trust a creature like me,
because poison I must. I’d claim some remorse or at least some compunction,
But I just can’t help it, my form is my function!
You thought I’d behave like my cousin the crab,
But unlike him, it is but my nature to stab.
The Tortoise expired with one final quiver,
And then both of them sank, swallowed up by the river.

The Tortoise was wrong to ignore all his doubts,
because in the end friends, our natures will out.

Nathan paused, cleared his throat, took a sip of his drink,
He needed these extra few seconds to think.
The room had gone frosty, the tension was growing,
Folks wondered precisely where Nathan was going.
The prospects of skirting fiasco seemed dim,
But what he said next surprised even him.

‘Soooo, what can we learn from their watery ends?
Is there some lesson on how to be friends?
I think what it means is that central to living a life that is good, is a life that’s forgiving.
We’re creatures of contact. Regardless of whether we kiss or we wound,
Still we must come together.
Though it may spell destruction, we still ask for more,
Since it beats staying dry, but So Lonely on shore.
So, we make ourselves open,
while knowing full well its essentially saying,
‘Please, come pierce my shell’

Silence doesn’t paint the depth of quiet in that room.
There was no clinking stemwear toasting to the bride and groom.
You could have heard a pedal as it landed on the floor.
And in that stillness Nathan turned, and walked right out the door.

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Excellency Hall of Fame: Denham Fouts (9 May 1914 – 16 December 1948) American male prostitute, socialite and … chic literary muse

Presenting, and applauding, His Excellency Denham Fouts (9 May 1914-16 Dec. 1948), American male prostitute, socialite and literary muse to Truman Capote, Gore Vidal, Christopher Isherwood and Gavin Lambert.

 

His Excellency Deham Fouts, male prostitue and Outstandingly and handsomely in demand literary muse.

 

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An Outstanding and Enduringly Excellent Love Affair: Yves Saint Laurent and Pierre Bergé in “L’Amour Fou,” a Poignant Film by Pierre Thoretton

Presenting some of the tender moment between Yves Saint Laurent and Pierre Bergé as revealed in the new documentary L’Amour Fou, directed by Pierre Thoretton, opening Wednesday, September 22, 2010 in Paris.

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Excellent Reflections: Picture Me: A Model’s Diary, Directed by Ole Schell

Presenting, just in time for global Fashion Weeks, the official trailer for Picture Me: A Model’s Diary, the candid backstage documentary directed by Ole Schell, who, according to press reports, “followed model Sara Ziff for several years documenting her rise from a fresh face to one that adorns billboards and magazines around the world. In the process, Ole and Sara go behind the scenes and chronicle the glitzy world of high fashion modeling, from photo shoots with celebrated photographers to runway shows in New York, Milan, and Paris. This intimate account features in-depth interviews with noted photographers and designers, but also relies on footage shot by the models themselves, giving voice to those who are often seen, but rarely heard.” With glamorous appearances by Gilles Bensimon, Karl Lagerfeld, Nicole Miller and many Outstandingly Excellent and quite fashionable others.

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Vintage Excellence, Modernized: Jacqueline Susann [dot] com

JacquelineSusann.com, the official online home of author Jacqueline Susann. Coming soon…

Once is not enough: Her Excellency Jacqueline Susann. Image via Jacquelinesusann.com.

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Displays of Excellence: The Mario Testino: Kate Who? Exhibition @ Phillips de Pury & Company and The Saatchi Gallery, London

Flipping through the catalogue for Mario Testino: Kate Who?, an exhibition of iconic works by Mario Testino at Phillips de Pury & Company and The Saatchi Gallery, featuring intimate photographs of Kate Moss, fashion legend, taken by the ultimate fashion photographer, opening July 21, 2010 in London.

Kate Who? A layout from the catalogue for Mario Testino: Kate Who? exhibition presented by Philips de Pury & Company and The Saatchi Gallery in London. Image via Phillips de Pury & Company. All images © Mario Testino.

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