Fresh from the bonus track of this coquette playlist, ‘A Night to Remember’ plays slinkily on this almost-summer Saturday night. In the attic loft window, and air conditioner hums and sputters, trying to keep the building heat at bay. Below, the Japanese garden gently waves its fronds of fountain bamboo in the slightest breeze, a host of hostas and their beautiful blue-grey leaves blend into the evening shadows, while a Japanese spikenard glows chartreuse behind a row of Japanese painted ferns. The night calls for music to remember…
Swore I’d seen you before Watched you walk through the door Something in your eye Reminded me of somebody I used to know…
The pink associated with the coquette aesthetic is a light and soft powdery pink – nothing too hot, nothing too electric, nothing too reddish, nothing too purplish, nothing too anythingish but the purest and simplest pink. It’s a whisper, it’s a brush, it’s an evocation. It doesn’t shout or demand or do much of anything other than exist in its own realm and plane, ephemeral and fleeting as the breeze. It’s a shrug and a sigh, and a collapse onto a rose-quilted antique bed.
It will be a bouquet of old-fashioned spray roses as soon as I get around to the market to find some. In the meantime, it’s a song – this song – played as the lights go dim, and the air cools down, and we whisper invitational incantations to summer…
The coquette vibe, according to those in-the-know, is a dreamy state of ultra-romantic yearning, innocently filled with unfulfilled desires and hints of romantic entanglements that may or may not work out. Emi and Cameron lended their ears and recommendations for most of these cuts, and I sequenced them in a way that sounded right to my virgin coquette ears. This is only the beginning – there are two more to come…
Bonus Track: A Night to Remember – Laufey and beabadoobee
Give a few of these a spin, ideally in this sequence to give you the closest approximation to what our home will sound like over the next few weeks. Rather than a single big coquette party, we shall be hosting several smaller coquette events. IYKYK, and if you don’t you probably won’t get the invite. Turns out a coquette isn’t all softness and bend…
Wrapped me in your arms Leaned in and whispered “Keep me in your heart” I’m so bewildered What’s this new desire called? I didn’t know that much at all ’bout love before But now, I think I’m learning…
The modern-day use of coquette indicates an aesthetic based on a “2020’s fashion trend that combines sweet, romantic, and playful elements to create a prim, hyper-feminine look. It features lace, pearls, bows, pastel colors, ballet flats, corsets, puff sleeves, and gold jewelry.” Once I read that, I knew this was speaking to me on one of those planes of kismet and destiny, where something that has been inside of me all along suddenly finds expression and fruition in some parallel movement of pop culture and fashion trends. It feels good to belong to something again. And it feels good to welcome a new summer.
My niece Emi and my friend Missy’s son Cameron helped me finalize the concept for our summer theme, and here, as best as my old eyes and brain can figure, is how we are defining ‘coquette’ for the moment, and for the whole of this summer:
Coquette is pink gingham, not red and white plaid or purple damask.
Coquette is a pair of freshly-plucked cherries, perhaps with a withered leaf still attached, not those obnoxious day-glo maraschino monstrosities you find on sundaes.
Coquette is blush or bashful pink, not hot pink or magenta.
Coquette is refined ease and elegance, not forced formality or fortitude.
Coquette is effortless, not plodding.
Coquette is late spring and early summer, not fall or winter.
Finally, coquette is now, not later.
For our musical inspiration, the coquette theme is all Lana Del Rey and Laufey, with a few others sprinkled in to lend whimsy and a dreamlike quality to the rest of the sunny season. (Playlist to come in the next post.) Here, then, is Laufey with the lovely ‘Bewitched’ – a song which perfectly encapsulates the innocent longing that personifies the heart of today’s coquette.
You bewitched me From the first time that you kissed me Waited all night Then we ran down the street in the late London light The world froze around us, you kissed me good night
You bewitch me Every damn second you’re with me I try to think straight But I’m falling so badly, I’m coming apart You wrote me a note, cast a spell on my heart And bewitched me Bewitched me
You’re not even gone I already miss you What’s going on? I’ve never been through This all-consuming fire fuming Cursing at the moon and losing all control and crying ‘Cause I think I’m falling
Perhaps above all else, coquette is escapism and fantasy and a whimsical refusal of the rotten things this life can throw at us. That may be why it’s speaking to me so profoundly at this particular time, for this particular summer. After last year, I feel a little emotionally shell-shocked with the advance of the summer season, and I’ve noticed a little apprehension, which is to be expected. As such, I’m wading slowly and gently into the warmer waters, testing things out and allowing myself to continue grieving as the sadness comes. An underlying sentiment of melancholy informs much of our coquette music as well – proof that romance doesn’t heal all wounds, that love can be as eternal as it is painful – and what heartbreaking beauty comes from the pain of love. This summer, let us have our coquette moments, and let them transport us to a place of stilled prettiness, suspended softness, and delicate wistfulness.
You bewitch me Every damn second you’re with me I try to think straight But I’m falling so badly, I’m coming apart You wrote me a note, cast a spell on my heart And bewitched me Bewitched
His recent commencement speech at Brandeis University was so powerful it needs to be seen and heard around the country – especially if we are to keep democracy alive in this country. This is Ken Burns – keeper of a storytelling tradition that helps us better understand ourselves, grounded with a compassion and acceptance of difference that encompasses the very best way of looking at the world. He earns his first Dazzler of the Day for a career of life-affirming work. Check out his website here for more upcoming brilliance.
Were it not for the bank of peachy-pink clouds hanging below it, the moon in these photos might have been lost in its translucent beauty here. But the clouds showed me the way, drawing my eyes upward to find the moon, which at the time these pictures were taken was very near its fullest stage, very much evidenced by the wackiness of last week.
It was a magical view, fitting for this final day of May – the month of magic and enchantment, perhaps more than any other. Wistfully, I watch it move into the past tense, as June knocks at the front door. This is when I wish the days would slow. Instead, they bound headlong into the summer ahead, not wanting to slow or pause, not wanting to wait.
Come along for the ride into a new summer season, as we reveal a new summer theme tomorrow…
The self-proclaimed “friendly queer Jew with very long nails”, Matt Bernstein has amassed a formidable social media presence and popularity that shows no signs of diminishing. Earning this virgin Dazzler of the Day, Bernstein has become a champion for marginalized communities, while never lacking in style and pizzazz – all of which is the perfect recipe to dazzle. Check out their Insta here and their YouTube channel here.
Tea comes with all sorts of memories, more than I can recall in my ever-advancing age, and so I look to the search and recover process that involves me searching the archives for previous posts here. A number of tea memories come up when that journey begins – and it’s a trip to the past that I mostly don’t mind making, unlike many other looks-back.
Please watch, please listen, please take this video to heart before you try to give any sort of equalizing balance to the two political parties vying to lead our great country in this year’s election. From my alma mater, Brandeis University, this is the speech that Ken Burns gave to this year’s graduating class – and it’s one that needs to be heard by everyone in America – at least anyone who wants America to remain the democracy we know and revere.
One of the tenets of Brandeis that spoke to me most when deciding which college to attend was their motto: Truth, even unto its innermost parts.
One of the final peonies to bloom is this exquisite almost-pure white variety which comes with the most intoxicating perfume of all the peonies we grow. It is always worth the wait, even if some years result in photographic peony fatigue. That wasn’t the case this year, as most of the bloom happened when we were away in Maine (the only drawback of a Memorial Day weekend vacation). And for the peony, I have always made room and time for moments of appreciation and gratitude.
A light and airy song to match this post – a tune to travel the skies, carried by the clouds themselves. Fittingly by the brilliance that is Air. Another peek at the summer theme to come…
Our clematis has already leaped its way up and over its accompanying lamp post. It’s the old-fashioned and rather common ‘Jackmanii’ variety, no less beautiful for its ubiquity, but when compare with the variety seen here, a bit lacking in pizzazz. (It makes up for that with the sheer volume of its blooms, so every clem has its lovable points.) This one is electric in the make-up of its individual blooms, but I left it at the nursery because we simply don’t have space for another clematis right now. (Our climbing hydrangea has finally taken over the arbor where once a sweet autumn clematis reigned supreme.)
These blooms though… they do call to the part of me that thrills at a good dazzler.
At the time of this writing, we’ve only been back a few hours from a gloriously-long weekend vacation in Maine – the Way Life Should Be – so this will be a placeholder for a much grander post somewhere down the line. I’m still in vacation mode, and after running an errand I came home to find my friend Chris making a surprise visit en route to Rochester, so we had dinner together, thus extending a happy vacation moment just when I thought it was over. Friends are the best balm for retiring to reality from an all-too-short vacation.
These flowers are a happy reminder of our recent time in Maine, personifying the giddy cheer that Ogunquit has always brought to us.
