MY HOUSES TO RENT IN CHELSEA, LONDON, LOS ANGELES AND PARIS

My elephant by Marc Quinn, Cheyne Walk.

Los Angeles

For a few months a year I have decided to rent out my three homes, one in Los Angeles, one Montparnasse in Paris and the final one in, Cheyne Walk, Chelsea, London,  through Russell Simpson on long or term rents .  The houses/apartment all come with housekeepers and cooks are available.  The one in Paris is truly romantic and once the home of Tamara de Lempicka, I would consider longer rentals on this one.  It is in one of the backwaters of Paris in a Mallet Stevens Building, fully furnished with a lift on the floor into the bedroom and the atelier, it is one bedroom, one office, bar area, reception area, large kitchen.  I have spent many happy times here.  It overlooks the nunnery.

The Study area upstairs of the Atelier with original furntiure

It is with Sothebys to rent or buy.  Fabrice + 33607016771 fbilly@wanadoo.fr.

Paris Tamara de Lempicka's Art Studio, in a Mallet Stevens Building.

Front of the House

Views overlooking the garden to the rear

My house in London is on with Russell Simpson to rent or buy +447785295255, is a fully furnished house in the heart of Chelsea, described by Nicky Haslam as the "most romantic" there.  With three bedrooms, immaculate condition, overlooking Albert Bridge to the front and a very pretty garden to the rear.
Finally my house in the Los Angeles is exactly what you would expect there. Again three spacious bedrooms with good views overlooking Sunset.  Immaculate with a housekeeper, you would stay in zany luxury. Please contact Bret on +1310 502 1143

RAISE A GLASS TO TIZER

The fashion world has no manners, that is obvious. But really, to be bossed about by bouncers and silly PR assistants brandishing clipboards certainly makes me feel like hitting someone with my mobile, so I totally understand Naomi wanting to bash people up. If this was my world too, I would be in court every week.

I had to rely on the only intelligent woman from Vivienne Westwood to understand that I wasn't just anybody. I am AMANDA ELIASCH. Thank you, Tizer, for helping me when all the other fools did their best to make me loathe the show before I even got in even though I had an invitation albeit on my blackberry. The people on the periphery are humourless and status obsessed. It would have been frankly stupid not to have let me in for many reasons. Number one: I love her clothes and buy huge quantities of her corsets. Number two: she loves music, and I could no longer talk to her if I had been turned away, nor to her divine boyfriend. Number three :I have a big mouth and a blog or two or three. Number four: I am the fashion editor for Genlux magazine, and Vivienne is up for an award in Los Angeles.

People should be better informed, and it surprises that with computers and information readily available, the PRs don't check who's who. Having been helped by Tizer, I was told to sit with the Harpers editor at large, Kim Hersov. Kim is a great friend and is behind all of us girls going to Top Shop on a regular basis. My dear friend Tracey Emin swanned straight past me, Victoria Harvey had flown in from Los Angeles, and some starlets who grace the pages of Heat, but not the circles I move in.

The show was interesting not for its new content, thank goodness. Vivienne, like Alaia, knows what suits a woman, and unlike other fashion designers likes real women. Her dresses were flattering, as were her harem pants, checks, waistcoats, shirts with ties, vests and a very small dog. What else? Two or three cute black dresses and the rest in pastels, plus flat shoes with dresses. After twenty minutes, we zoomed off to Sothebys for a show on African Art, where the Gettys had put on a small drinks party.

Brazil was calling, I had to go to check out Issa, I had heard so much about the designer and had lunch with her too. She is a great friend of my ex's new amore, Ana Paola. What a difference a continent makes. The PRs were polite, I went in without an invitation and sat in the first row. The audience was attractive, thin, elegant, and as Naomi walked on the catwalk huge whistles applauded her. Issa is completely different from the rest of the designers. She makes wearable clothes for her European and South American clientele. Think big boats, parties, beaches, Club 55, Rio, Sao Paolo, jungle prints, lipstick, red. Her generous goody bag deserves a huge thank you. I love cup cakes, delicious scents, little presents from Links, and a pretty T-shirt. Naomi looked divine in a beautiful shimmering silver swimsuit. No wonder my son Charlie loves her.

Later on, I bumped into her , where again a mobile should have been at hand. Bryan Ferry was singing for Phillip Green at the Ivy. The crowd talked and laughed all the way through. Wow! How did Naomi ever keep her cool?