Wednesday, June 22, 2016

The Perfect Provenance Opens in Greenwich

Bienvenue Mes Amies!

I am proud to announce the launch of The Perfect Provenance this weekend, a new art inspired, luxury lifestyle store and café located in Greenwich, Connecticut at 47 Arch Street (on the corner of Grigg Street). We are thrilled to introduce our new curated concept store, and we hope you will love as much as we do. Perfect Provenance, which means — a place of origin; especially that of a work of art or archaeological specimen — will seek to discover, share, and exhibit artisan products and designs from around the world.

Our mission is to bring the best of the museum experience to our retail environment and an interactive retail experience to our merchandise. Every 8 to 10 weeks, we will introduce a new exhibition theme inspired by culture, events and people, both past and present. Our store will feature art, home, and men’s and women’s fashion.

Our new café, 47, is led by Chef Arik Bensimon and will feature menus inspired by the current exhibition.

Each of our exhibitions will include an array of antiques, sculpture, photography, fashion, music, and paintings. Like so many people, Paris holds a special place in our hearts. The theme of We’ll Always Have Paris, taken from the classic film Casablanca, really spoke to us creatively. Paris is a place where art, food, fashion, and culture all collide in the most magical way.

This project has been a true labor of love, and represents not just an incredible amount of time, effort and emotion over the past year and a half, but truly represents the entirety of my career.  I have worked hard over the past 25 years in luxury PR, marketing and retail, and so many of my colleagues past and present, have helped me bring this dream to fruition, I could not have done it without them.  I have always dreamed of opening my own store and it is now finally, a reality.  I hope you enjoy it.  Please visit us soon.  We are open Monday - Saturday 11:00 a.m to 6 p.m.  Our Cafe 47 is open Tuesday - Saturday 11:30 a.m. to 6:00 p.m.  To learn more, visit

À bientôt.

Lisa Lori

We'll Always Have Paris
(A Preview)

In 1860s Paris, the now famous French poster was born when artist Jules Cheret invented the color technique of lithography that would bring the sights and smells of Paris to life. Soon, Cheret’s work was posted throughout the city, becoming a symbol of one of the art world’s most important innovations. As the posters gained in popularity decade after decade, each generation and artistic movement spread their message through the art form, from the Belle Epoque and Art Deco, to the two World Wars, as well as the Cubists and modern advertising executives.

With this exhibition, we have tried to give you a small window into the vintage poster world, with work that highlights Culture, Travel, Design, Fashion, and Lifestyle. It is a wonderful way to enjoy art but to also take a step back in time.
In addition to vintage posters, we are featuring sculpture, artwork, fashion, and design throughout the exhibit, from important American, French and Connecticut artists and designers. We are proud to have five pieces from American Master Sculptor David Hayes on display inside and outside the store. Each room offers a new opportunity for discovery.

We’ll Always Have Paris is one of the most memorable lines in cinematic history, spoken in the 1942 classic film Casablanca. When cynical ex-pat Rick (Humphrey Bogart) tells his former lover Lisa (Ingrid Bergman), “We’ll always have Paris,” Rick is referring to their brief romance on the eve of World War II — a courtship that ended abruptly with the Nazi invasion of France and the discovery that Lisa’s husband, a presumed dead Resistance fighter, was alive. Rick spoke those romantic words to Lisa in the movie’s final scene, and they have resonated for generations.   WE’LL ALWAYS HAVE PARIS

Visit us in store to see this and so much more.

Sunday, May 1, 2016

My Mother's Spirit

My beautiful mother, Annette Marie Ferenzi DelBeccaro passed away on Thursday, April 29th after a long battle with dementia.  I am reposting this piece I wrote in 2013 for the Huffington Post in her honor.  "A hug is worth more than a million dollars."  xo lisa

Today, I said goodbye to my 81-year-old mother. As we drove her home from lunch, she asked us where we were going when we turned onto her street, if there was a place for her to stay at her home and finally, she asked me nervously why she is confused most of the time. I know the answers, but could never tell her. She knows who I am and still knows who her grandchildren are, but has forgotten where I live or how old I am. She is alive, but like her mother before her, her spirit is leaving.
For the past 18 months since my father, her husband of more than 60 years, passed away, she has been in an almost reverential fog, unable to comprehend that he died before her. Even my father knew his death would take his feisty and stubborn wife by surprise when he asked my sister in his last week to take care of her. She has never really recovered though, and dementia and the soberness of his death have recently advanced her decline.
Over the past three-and-a-half weeks, my family rented a home in nearby Napa Valley close to her home, specifically so we could spend time with her and so I could share with my family everything I love about where I grew up. Living three thousand miles away from an aging parent is an almost insurmountable obstacle, and I know this luxury time with her will not happen again.
During our short visit with her, my three young sons (9,10 and 12) have encouraged her to eat, held the door open for her, played cards and quizzed her about her life. They have flattered her and hugged her. Like little puppies with endless energy, she has basked in their attention and I’ve been able to witness the gentle young men my boys will one day become. These three boys who are usually bumping into each other like bulls in a china shop sit with her patiently and teach her the rules to tic tac toe. We have come here to make her comfortable, to try and lessen her grief, but she has given us a window to our own future. Like us, she is far away and years away from where she grew up in Chicago and yet, her youth is one of the few things she can recall fondly.
My boys have honored my father’s wishes, made her smile and they have made me proud. When I see her, I am often polluted by my own feelings of missed opportunities between mother and daughter, but my children see none of that, they feel only love. If history is to be repeated and one day I am confused and lose my bearings, I am forewarned. I know that I need to make the most of the here and now. To celebrate the moments of now, to hug my family closely and love deeply, to cherish tradition and pass along every story, recipe and struggle.
This weekend I will fly home from California to Connecticut with my family, not knowing how she will be when I return in five weeks for a quick visit to attend my high school reunion. When I left, she made me promise i will come back. My oldest son hugs her tightly and is afraid to let go. She tells him that hug is worth a million dollars and her caregiver looks as if she will cry. Just last year when we came to visit, my charismatic father died four short weeks later and my sons know this when we leave. We are grateful we left her smiling.