The T List: What to Wear, See and Know About This Week

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The Thatcher Hotel — an 18-room Victorian building in Hopland, Calif. — was, in the late 19th century, perhaps best known as the establishment where men brought their paramours. But these days, you’re more likely to find weekenders unloading their Subarus to check in for a night or two en route to the Mendocino Coast. Making the trip to Hopland is worth it alone to stay at the Thatcher, which recently emerged from an extensive renovation. Guest rooms range from studios with bunk beds to spacious suites with sitting rooms, and the décor is a pastiche of pioneer-inspired designs: Off the entrance, Urban Electric fixtures hang over the original oak bar; the library’s shelves, curated in part by the beloved Berkeley store Moe’s Books, are piled with volumes that relate to Northern California; the Bay Area furniture designer Alexis Moran outfitted the lobby with nooks for gathering over oat-milk lattes (in Heath Ceramics mugs). Come summertime, the backyard will be just as appealing with a new bocce court and three cabanas available by reservation. thatcherhotel.com.


Wear This

I never feel more glamorous than when I have a pair of large sunglasses perched on my nose. Evoking that sophisticated feeling is at the core of the eponymous eyewear brand founded by Linda Farrow, who pioneered the concept of sunglasses as fashion statement. The British label’s spring 2020 collection also marks its 50th anniversary, for which the creative director, Simon Jablon, Farrow’s son, paid homage to 1970s London. “I love that kind of disco-party creative energy,” he told me. To channel that spirit, Jablon designed 37 new frame styles, like the Amber, an enlarged version of Linda Farrow’s signature square silhouette, and the Dunaway, an exaggerated cat eye — all are underscored by the maxim that bigger is better. And for the first time, the brand has introduced silk scarves in psychedelic prints and chunky acetate chains that can both be worn looped through circular holes at the sunglasses’ temples. Because what’s more glamorous than accessorizing your accessories? From $550, lindafarrow.com.

The Italian director Luca Guadagnino is known for creating lush environments in which films like “Call Me by Your Name” (2017) play out. Of late, he’s also begun to design interiors offscreen. His latest project — the SoHo flagship for Gabriele Moratti’s ethically minded fashion label, Redemption — began with a photograph: a 1971 image by Dominique Tarlé of the Rolling Stones lounging in the parlor of the Villa Nellcôte on the Côte d’Azur. The resulting store, which opened on Wooster Street in October, is “like a French Haussmannian apartment where you can breathe a little bit of rock ’n’ roll,” Moratti told me. Guadagnino commissioned Irish artisans to create a chevron-patterned floor in reclaimed wood from Trentino, Italy, and crowned the entryway with an enormous 1950s Venini chandelier. Clothing is suspended from subtle racks and tucked into built-in cabinetry; concealed doors give way to dressing rooms. A lounge area — which features a rich boiserie crafted by Venetian woodworkers — is a welcoming space for, Moratti hopes, guests to meet, spend time and even make art. “It’s not just where you go to buy something,” he said. redemption.com.


Eat This

I have about a dozen hot sauces in my refrigerator — some for complementing shucked oysters, others for homemade mac and cheese — but the truth is that most of them are from somewhat mass brands. I’ve found that the big names tend to make better, more consistent products than the artisanal ones. But I recently fell for something more niche: Red Clay Hot Sauce, created and bottled last year by the Charleston, S.C., chef Geoff Rhyne. While I tend to prefer condiments that pack high acid and deep heat, the mild Red Clay Original Hot Sauce is, instead, an exercise in subtlety, more of a spice whisper than a shout, highlighting the fruitiness of the Fresno peppers used to make it as well as the fermented, slightly funky character of the vinegar base and the bourbon barrels in which it’s aged. As we enter the coldest months, this bottle has become more of an ingredient in my kitchen than a straightforward accompaniment, something I can’t wait to add to chili, curry and other soups and stews all winter long. $10, redclayhotsauce.com.


The 87-year-old Paris-based artist Erró, born Guomundur Guomundsson in Iceland, is not as popular in America as he is elsewhere, but New York’s Perrotin gallery has been steadily building his reputation here. Most associated with the Pop Art movement of the 1960s, Erró is known for his intricate collages of found images, sourced from commercial advertising and comic books, amounting to wild flurries of consumerist critique. His work has been compared to the paintings of James Rosenquist, another Pop artist who was drawn to the iconography of advertising, as well as to the disturbing hellscapes of Hieronymus Bosch. For the next month, Perrotin will host a retrospective of Erró’s pieces from the 1950s to the present, including a downright grotesque collage culled from the usually mundane world of medical diagrams. Taken together (and like much of Erró’s best work), it looks like a kind of mental short-circuit, an overload of hollow imagery that in isolation has little worth at all. “Erró” is on view through Feb. 15, 2020, at Perrotin, 130 Orchard Street, New York, perrotin.com.


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