Patrick’s Cathedral: topiary towers of boiled potatoes and hakurei turnips, alternated with tiers of carnations long braided ropes of mozzarella waiting to be scissored by weathered iron shears éclairs by the yard like party subs and octopussy candelabras cupping deviled eggs instead of votives.
To launch the collection, they are throwing a rooftop-garden party in a tucked-away part of Rockefeller Center, with a snack buffet in the shadow of St.
Laila and her painter sister, Nadia, 32, are introducing a line of odd housewares called Gohar World. “When you put my work into these spaces, it’s sort of like an equalizer,” Laila, 33, says. It’s as if the Surrealist painter Leonora Carrington had a side hustle as a caterer. It’ll be a long day.įor several years, Laila Gohar has been delighting and unnerving guests at things like the Frieze Art Fair and Vogue’s pre–Met Gala party with installations that fall somewhere between finger food and conceptual art: challah thrones, jellied mochi breasts, and fish-shaped butter sculptures, among other curiosities. Nadia and Laila Gohar at Laila’s apartment on the Upper West Side.
