Don't Mane on My Parade (add winking emoticon here)

Happy, happy, joy, joy: I’m back online. (I missed this—and you!)

Anyway, yesterday, after reading WendyB’s blog and bidding on her Diana necklace for a super-worthy cause, I returned to my usual Sunday activity: devouring the New York Times.

This Sunday included the men’s fall fashion magazine, a glossy treat.

And in it I saw a couple of images that looked awfully familiar.

Remember my post on figureheads a few months ago? I had ended it with a nod to the bust/figurehead of Stephanie Seymour by Maurizio Cattelan, but couldn’t locate an online image. Yesterday, however, there it was! And here it is.

The real Stephanie looks much prettier and softer.

And I kept turning the pages until I was struck once again by a spread of the lovely apartment owned by designed Francisco Costa and horse trainer and manager John De Stefano. There on the wall, beside their beautifully appointed bed, was an enormous photograph of the horse’s mane I posted a few months back as well. It was a full-page in a Bergdorf Goodman catalogue from a few seasons ago.

So who exactly do I have to know at BG (Hi, Linda Fargo! What gorgeous gifts you give!) to have one of my own?

But seriously, Horatio Silva, features and online director of T: Men’s Fashion, aren’t these shared topics and images just a wee bit uncanny? Could you be reading Miss C? And if so, do drop in and say hello!

I've always said--just check my archives--that T is my very favorite magazine.