ballerinas during a rehearsal for swan lake at the grand opera de paris in 1930 photos by alfred eisenstaedt, courtesy of life magazine.
i would have liked to pop into rose bakery when i was in paris recently, which is a popular eatery for lunch & brunch on…
uuuuuh. fuck yeah! pretty much the perfect collection.
as you’re not allowed to take photos in the museé d’orsay anymore, i decided to write down every painting i liked. notice some of the silly lists i scribbled… (far more difficult to do when you’re copying the titles from french, i felt like a kid learning the alphabet for the first time)
these are just a few that made me stop in my tracks….
cuno amiet – snowy landscape (1904) – this is AWESOME to see in person. i wrote in brackets “HUGE!”
winslow homer – summer night (1890) – one of my favourite paintings of all time.
auguste renoir – fernand halphen as a boy (1880) – the red practically shines from across the room.
odilon redon – eve (1904) – sheesh, his paintings are beautiful. difficult to pick a favourite.
louis anquetin – henri samary (1880) – wicked. possibly a new addition as i don’t recall seeing it before.
joseph granié – marguerite moreno (1899) – luminous would be the right word here.
besides being basically my favourite places to hang out in general, art museums are prime spots for interesting people watching. in the musée d’orsay…
you might get sick of my paris bla bla bla paris posts in the following days (i apologise in advance, just let me get it out of my system). i still have to sort through my photos, so in the meantime i thought i’d share excerpts from one of the magazines that air france gives out free of charge to their passengers at the airports and in their planes. not anything like south african airways’ little sawubona mag, mind you…
air france’s madame magazine (which caters towards ladies and fashion minded folks) features ads from louis vuitton, chloé, miu miu fendi etc etc etc and editorial content that’s something like a mix between elle, marie claire and some cool decor mag. that is to say, it’s actually interesting to look at. seriously, this is a free airline magazine.
i’ll be gone for ten days, so it’s going to be a bit quiet around here. regular posting to resume soon. photos by me
things that made me smile this week… peggy in the latest mad men episode – “you look swellegant!” this picture: classic jane birkin: this lady’s…
do yourself a favour and view this large
i am a bit behind on my posts this week because i have been frantically organising for a very last minute trip to somewhere…
chas laborde was an illustrator and painter who studied in paris, eventually becoming known for his satirical & humorous portrayal of bourgeois life around the time between the…
if you’re like me then you peruse the selby often (and by often i mean all the time), and there would be no need to show you these pics. but i’m going to take a shot in the dark and share them with you in case you’re not a follower. this is hervé pierre‘s apartment in new york city, he’s the design director for carolina herrera.
pierre has literally brought paris into his home, and it’s filled with the coolest stuff – hat boxes, paper art, vintage portraits, giant perfume bottles, fashion illustrations … not to mention the fact that his fridge is basically stocked with water and chocolate.
i urge you to see all the photos here
look at him in his jammies!
one of my favourite fleet foxes songs is blue ridge mountains, which i’ve been listening to a lot lately. so i decided to see if there was perhaps a music video attached, but instead found this amazing live performance that they did in an abandoned wing of the grand palais in paris. wow, gives me goosebumps. the song starts at about 3:30
in the quivering forest / where the shivering dog rests / our good grandfather / built a wooden nest / and the river got frozen / and the home got snowed in / and the yellow moon glowed bright / till the morning light[audio:http://www.fileden.com/files/2008/8/6/2037036//Fleet Foxes – Blue Ridge Mountains.mp3]
it’s almost weekend, which means plenty of opportunity to spend hours at a cafe somewhere, drinking coffee (or gin or sangria) and talking crap.…