The Odeon has redeemed itself—for now...
And it’s all thanks to a perfume. Plus, the definitive Le Chouchou ranking and more.
My first time at The Odeon was less than subpar. Actually, it was awful. But before we get into that…
I can’t stop thinking about this…
I won’t pretend to have loved Wuthering Heights the way the Internet seems to. The last time I read Emily Brontë’s novel was in high school. But I’m overdue for a re-read after Emerald Fennell released the trailer for her upcoming “erotic psychological drama” (I know… hmm…) starring Margot Robbie and Jacob Elordi.
There’s a lot I could say about Emerald as a writer and as a director (how I’m still fascinated by Promising Young Woman, even though it wasn’t the movie I expected—or was promised) and this adaptation (the disappointing whitewashing of Heathcliff’s character), but I’m holding judgment until I actually see it. And honestly, is anyone surprised? This is a woman whose Saltburn included a scene of Barry Keoghan humping a grave. All signs point to this being a very—very, very—loose adaptation. Someone on TikTok even pointed out the quotation marks in the film title. Then there’s the music choice: a remix of Charli XCX’s “Everything Is Romantic,” which I’ve repeatedly called one of the best tracks on Brat.
But it’s not the official remix that’s messing with me—it’s the TikTok edits.
I thought Normal People couldn’t hurt me anymore… and then I saw this edit set to the remix. Ouch. And yet it makes me want to rewatch it—am I ready to get hurt again?
Equally painful: This one about Past Lives. Truly brutal.
While we’re here, I’ve said this before, but it bears repeating: These two songs are two sides of the same coin:
I have this in my cart…
My friend
, the founder of Mirror Water, was in town from London this week. We caught up at Sadelle’s—it was my first time at the restaurant in 12 years of living in New York, and somehow I ended up back again two days later. Funny how that happens.I fell in love with Esteé’s bag—and now a black version is waiting for me to pull the trigger. It’s deceptively roomy—when I said I needed something that could fit a laptop, she casually pulled hers out of the bag. There’s also an interior pocket for just the essentials.
I know, I know: I have a problem…
Lip junkie (me) strikes again. All of Eadem’s balms are fantastic, and I nearly keeled over when I saw the new limited-edition shades: Croissant au Beurre (clear with golden shimmer) and Pain au Chocolat (brown with a pink shimmer). My updated Chouchou ranking:
Anyway, back to The Odeon…
Two friends and I made a date to eat at The Odeon in early June after realizing only one of us had ever been. Of course I knew the lore—the John Belushi, Carolyn Bessette-Kennedy, Andy Warhol, and Jean-Michel Basquiat of it all—so I was excited.
We arrived downtown on a deceptively sunny afternoon. A classic New York summer downpour hit as we waited to be seated, but the hostess (and we) assumed it would pass. We were seated outside. That was mistake number one.