Last week, I received a surprise package of MarieBelle chocolates. A gift from a designer, the iced box included a stylish lunchbox filled with packets of Aztec hot chocolate and a neatly tied box of truffles. Just a shade hipper than Tiffany's signature blue, the combination of azure, copper and brown brightened my paper-infested cubicle.
Inside the box, the chocolates were even brighter and more colorful. I'm not sure how the pictures were painted on the thumb-size squares. The tableaux vivants imagined various scenarios summoning different flavors and disparate emotions. The woman walking briskly while holding onto her hat on a windy day must have just had a shot of espresso. The curvy swirls went down as comfortingly as a cup of Earl Grey tea. The stockinged legs were bared after a gaggle of girlfriends kicked off their shoes drinking a round -- or three -- of pineapple daiquiris. The package didn't arrive a minute too soon. I feasted on the cacao after a stressful day polishing the bureau's page-one story for the next day's paper.
My senses continued on a dark path to Valerj Pobega's fashion presentation. A dark-haired beauty raised in Sardinia, Pobega is married to Mattia Biagi, an Italian artist who stands his own ground in the style department. The couple collaborated on the fashion and art installation shown inside Biagi's ginormous gallery. Pobega staked a small circle in which she displayed her long, languid gowns. The black one-shouldered sheath was too pedestrian for someone as sophisticated and cosmopolitan as Pobega. I liked the frock that was pitch black in the front and sheer in the back.
The rest of the brick-lined gallery was filled with white shirts, hats and sneakers. Sounds boring? Hardly, if you consider that some of the pristine pieces were dipped in black tar.
This looks like something that Wednesday Addams would have hung on the line to dry so that she could wear it to school tomorrow.
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