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2009 May 11

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Cece and Amanda Cece and Amanda
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(NEW ORLEANS) Dear Daily,

As we arrived at Louis J. Armstrong Intl Airport, the sultry warm air and fragrance of gardenia and honeysuckle welcomed us to our southern escapades. Our driver escorted us to Mimi, the chicest (and only) designer boutique in New Orleans on Magazine Street. Ms. Mimi greeted us at the door with the kind of southern hospitality we longed for after the torturous New York winter. Homemade sandwiches and mint juleps were followed by appointments with New Orleans' finest.

Our New Orleans Muses--Amanda Richard Adjmi and CeCe Villere Colhoun--were on-hand to help model our Parsian-inspired collection--most apropos in this Frenchy gem of a city. When dusk rolled in, we headed to the French Quarter and checked into the Soniat House, the most beautiful and private hotel in New Orleans (coincidentally next to Brad and Angelina’s epic mansion). After freshening up, we fixed ourselves a quick bourbon at the bar in the hotel’s beautifully appointed salon and headed towards Galatoires for a dinner in honor of our new Assouline book Inside Out. This was followed by and evening of sauntering and spinning in the French quarter. 

The next morning, breakfast was delivered to our room (biscuits, juice, homemade jam and hickory coffee) and then we headed back to the Garden District to Mimi for the second act of our trunk show. Anxious Southern belles tossed and turned as together, we created their fall wardrobes. During a break, we took a quick jaunt to our favorite vintage store, Retroactive. The owner Joe informed us the store had been raided by the costume team from Mad Men.

That evening, our lovely Ruffian Muse Amanda and her handsome gentleman friend Brandon Hartenstein took us out to experience the grittier side of New Orleans. Burgers (the best in town!) and hurricanes at the legendary Port of Call, followed by eighties night at the converted burlesque theatre known as One Eyed Jack.

As the sun rose over the Saint Louis of France Cathedral on Jackson Square and the sirens of steamboats sounded over the great Mississippi we knew our time in this great city was dwindling. We will miss you, NOLA! Next stop, Savannah…

Yours,
Claude [Morais] and Brian [Wolk]




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