The DX event, presented by Caesarstone in support of Casey
House and DX, featured installations of dining rooms by celebrated designers
from Ashley Botten to Moriyama & Teshima Architects.
I experienced massive dining-room envy. The installations were
incredibly inventive, putting to shame my vintage pine harvest table, which was
distressed before distressed furniture was cool. The legs had been shaved to
distraction by a succession of cats using them as scratch posts. At one point,
my mother even wrapped the legs with hockey tape to thwart the cats. It didn’t
work. The cats just shredded the hockey tape leaving it in tatters. Not a great
look. I worry that the legs are so skinny/flimsy now, I will put a glass on the
table one day and the whole thing will collapse.
The dinner at Fring’s was interesting. I loved the lighting
fixtures and the bar chairs, shrouded in furry fabric. The ambient noise not so
much. The acoustics are terrible, which is interesting considering Drake is in
the music business.
It was an ambitious tasting menu – from oysters to grilled “asperagus”
(the typo is theirs, not mine. Where is a proof reader when you need one?) and
the food was served family-style. There was even Southern Spiced Maple Fried Chicken,
which tasted like Susur had discovered the Colonel’s secret recipe.
Inexplicably, I was seated at the cool-kid’s table, which
included dapper Tomos Lewis, Toronto bureau chief for Monocle mag, who was sporting a fabulous Liberty-print tie, and designer
Tom Dixon, who table hopped in a retro brick-orange velvet suit, which he said
he bought in London and whose previous owner was Eric Clapton.
Is he a huge Clapton fan?, I naturally asked. “Nope, not
since (his band) Cream,” he demurred.
Moreover, he complained that the suit didn’t even fit.
Oh, okay.
I’m sandwiched between the coolest kids at DX event, designer guys Hal Eisen (left) and Andrew Bottecchia, partners in Bottecchia Artistic Group. |
My fave installation at the DX is a decadent peel-me-a-grape theme by Commute Design that is described as Victorian but I see as more Roman Empire. All you need is a platter of suckling pig. |
Runner up is a cityscape by Bortolotto that is very Manhattan penthouse. Cue the dry martinis. |
A smashing tote bag by Tom Dixon that was part
of the swag bag at the Fring’s dinner. It totally eclipsed anything inside it,
which was primarily advertorial. I even got a shout-out to it on the TTC.
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Hey Rita ("RH - remember that?). Just found your blog because, for reasons unknown to even myself, I had a sudden inexplicable urge to Google your name. We worked together at TV Guide back in the Jurassic era . . . Plan to scroll through your blog at my leisure - is that creepy? Well, you DO invite comments.
ReplyDeleteI have an ancient blog that has been dormant for a very. long. time now. I enjoyed doing it but people complained that I spent too much time posting about little brown dwarves (stellar bodies) in outer space so I lost interest. Can't help it that I am a space geek.
Nice shot! We need to sandwich you more often. Great to see you. x Hal
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