It has a rectangular top with decorative inlay banding above a deep fine inlaid frieze.The top secretaire drawer has the original brass hinge mechanism, key and working lock.The interior contains a green baize writing surface, several pigeon holes and central cupboard door with key and working lock.The chest has two further deep drawers with intricate brass handles and working locks.Taking place twice a year - at Earl's Court during January and London Olympia Exhibition Centre in September - Top Drawer is the UK's leading event for fashion-led gifts, lifestyle and fashion accessories.
Right: Lee Radziwill and Truman Capote outside the Colony, 1968., PHOTOGRAPH: BY TONY PALMIERI/CONDÉ NAST ARCHIVE; DIGITAL COLORIZATION BY LORNA CLARK.But once the ladies who no longer lunch were reassured that this was to be a largely historical piece, harking back to the high-society goddesses who constituted the original lunch bunch—Babe Paley, Gloria Guinness, Slim Keith, C. Guest, the Duchess of Windsor, Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis—and the Olympian redoubts where they partook of their ritual midday meal, including Le Pavillon, the Colony, Quo Vadis, and La Côte Basque, memories long repressed by women’s liberation and political correctness suddenly came rushing back in torrents of nostalgia mixed with pride: but Deeda Blair rhapsodized about the exquisite atmosphere of La Grenouille and La Caravelle, two of the leading temples of fine French cuisine, where she’d lunch with the dowager philanthropist Mary Lasker or the ubiquitous Nan Kempner in the early 1960s, when her husband, William Mc Cormick Blair Jr., was J. K.’s ambassador to Denmark and they’d stop in New York on their way home to Washington. Those restaurants were so beautiful, and people felt they had to live up to the elegance of the setting. And you felt that there were delicious conversations taking place at every table.“It was just what you did automatically, go to lunch with friends. Now you go into a place and everything looks transactional.”Judy Taubman’s fondest recollections were of Le Cirque in the 1980s, when the Reagans were in the White House and Nouvelle Society’s billionaire tycoons and their trophy wives were at the top of the heap. I’ll never forget the first time Gayfryd Steinberg appeared. I’d met her because I was there the night that [insurance mogul] Saul Steinberg switched place cards to sit next to her at [art dealer] Richard Feigen’s house. She was wearing a stunning yellow jacket, and the whole restaurant was buzzing.”Even Mercedes Bass had to concede that the lunches she gave at her Park Avenue apartment in the 1970s, when she was married to her first husband, the retired diplomat Francis Kellogg, were “loads of fun” mainly because she included men.You know what it means to be posh, and you do not want to be alone.They were the ladies who lunched, when “lunching” was a verb and was—at such shrines as the Colony Club, La Côte Basque, and Le Cirque—impossibly glamorous, hugely entertaining, and utterly without purpose; when Babe Paley, C. Guest, and Jacqueline Onassis ruled the banquettes. story,” exclaimed Judy Taubman, the super-social wife of the shopping-mall-and-auction-house tycoon Alfred Taubman, when I told her I was writing an article on “the Ladies Who Lunch.” “People don’t do that anymore. Today I made a date with a friend, and I said, ‘Do you mind if we skip lunch and go directly to the Neue Galerie?