Since I’ve already shown my hand today by admitting an unshakable love for all things SJP and Sex and the City, I figure I might as well go all out and divulge my intimate relationship with another female icon: Martha Stewart.
Let me be clear. Martha as a woman kinda scares me. I would never fuck with her. Never ever ever. I also recall seeing a commercial once for her home products–it featured her jolly-like in a bathtub filled with only her body and water and bubbles. That was horrible.
But what about her love of colored tumblers? I share that. And her fondness for in-season vegetables from local markets? That’s me, too. The modern foliage modernizing her uppity East coast homes? Oh yes. Her inclination towards powder blue and sea foam wall paint? I concur! Her love of cocktails? I share that as well. Her adorable dog babies? I couldn’t love those frenchies and the new chow pup more!
One thing I have learned from many moons of reading her monthly opus, Martha Stewart Living: Ol’ Martha and I love all the same shit.
And ever since plowing through a highly amusing piece about the Living craft staff in David Rakoff’s most recent book of essays, Don’t Get Too Comfortable, I can’t help but fantasize about what the people that actually live inside the pages of my beloved magazine are like. Martha’s army. They must be a rare and special sort—for crying out loud, they deal with MARTHA. THE MARTHA. EVERY DAY. And they satisfy her sea foam dreams! They press her vegetable-print notecards! They sew her seersucker summer napkins! She trusts them with her photographs: close-ups on tropical ferns in unexpected country locales, beauty shots of crusty bread, multiple varieties of ranunculus, collectible absinthe saucers! WHO ARE THESE PEOPLE?
One of these members of Martha’s Army is someone I’ve been quite obsessed with for awhile now. His name is Quy Nguyen. He’s the antiques editor for Living, and as you can see above, a beautiful gent. He reminds me of Jen, actually, because he collects fancy things with a heritage, treats them as fine and precious things, and gives them new and practical purposes (he has a personal collection of handkerchiefs from various eras that he’ll often use as framed art or kitchen napkins; I am always surprised to find that a quirky wall piece on Jen’s mantle as actually a Bhutanese lunchbox or my sauce dish a special saucer from a Paris hotel). And his last name is Nguyen. And he rocks some rather amazing specs.
AND HE ANSWERS TO MARTHA. THE MARTHA!
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