A darling cousin of mine told me that past her fifties, when waking up in the morning, all her body ached… which was a fantastic sign: It meant she was alive!
There are no secrets to aging gracefully.
Good genes and the right mindset: just look at aging as ascending a staircase, you gain well-being, spirit, soul, wisdom, the ability to be truly intimate and a life with intention.
My perspective on aging has changed in the past few years. I actually feel grateful to be aging, because I feel so much happier with who I am today than I did 10 years ago. Growing older is an opportunity to reinvent ourselves in a way that is more chic and powerful.
“The most beautiful curve on a woman’s body is her face. ” Bob Marley
Iris Apfel became a fashion icon and cover star at the age of 83, when the Metropolitan Museum of Art’s Costume Institute presented and exhibition about the New Yorker’s vast collection of clothes and accessories.
The iconic Bon Marché Département Store held Iris’ exhibition where 10 of her looks were displayed.
Alongside several shoppable pieces selected by Apfel—a red Mongolian wool bag she designed herself, a scarf with an Eric Giriat drawing of the Eiffel Tower, and Selima Optique sunglasses, among them.The show, which displays 10 Iris looks, each tied to different activities one might partake in around the French capital.
“A diner party”
“At a cocktail party”
“At the Opera”
“At the Gala”
“At an art exhibit”
Bottom line, aging is all about Attitude, Gratitude, and finding/living your Joy! – Enjoy !
Going to the zoo is the closest thing to getting into a time capsule and being a kid again. Loved both the San Fransisco and Toronto Zoos where animals looked well taken care of.
The Zoo de Vincennes is 15 minutes away from the heart of the city. When rebuilding the zoo, their aim was to have the animals live in natural enclosures that look like their wild habitats. I think they achieved that. The place reopened its doors in 2014.
The Rock at the zoo reminded me of a movie … I’m sure you remember which. Loved my visit.
The guanacos, distant cousin from the lama.
Penguins playing hide-and-seek
The puma watching attentively over the situation
The lion Queen and cubs chilling.
A bit of a challenge capturing anything but the rear end of the zebra
Mr and Mrs Rhinos
Aren’t I the prettiest ? From my lashes to my toes.
I fell in love with the singing giraffe
No touch ups whatsoever on Mr Baboon’s private part; as is.
One loving family.
Reflection, reflection in the pound, who’s the fairest of them all?
A very friendly Wooly Monkey and last but not least,
At the boutique Epicerie du Monde-Izreal (“Spice Shop of the World”), in the Marais, every savoury, spicy, salty, or indescribable flavour that has ever hit your tastebuds hangs out here.
Just step inside and close your eyes. It’s a culinary pilgrimage. In a few minutes, you’ll be traveling through Tehran, Marrakech, Bombay, Istanbul, Dakar, Cairo, Hebron, Beirut, Rome, Athens or many other fantastic places !
My senses are overwhelmed by the smells of spices, teas, dried fruits, delicious olives and raw nuts and dates. I strongly recommend this souk to all.
It’s a great place to grab gifts for friends instead of the tacky souvenir stands next to the Eiffel Tower.
The site of the venue is on the Left Bank of the Seine, almost across from The Orsay Museum.
I was welcomed by two lovely Parisian smiles.
The ephemeral exhibit is about the art of strolling. Indeed, strolling is the Parisian’s second nature. Everything in Paris invites to stroll. Streets, buildings, shops, store fronts and cafés are conceived to encourage this oh-so-French-custom, not to waste time but on the contrary, to rediscover time.
Led by his instincts and while all his senses are alert, the stroller finds the out of the ordinary in the banal, the unseen in the déjà-vu, the remote in the accessible and obvious in the invisible.
I found many references to Saint-Exupery’s Little Prince in the exhibit: the street lamps for one.
“On ne voit bien qu’avec le coeur, l’essentiel est invisible aux yeux” The fox in the Little Prince.
A hand crafted stick wooden horse for children or
wood, leather, silver and ivory canes to complete the strollers’ outfit.
This little bird cage for a fish made me think of Dr. Seuss
.And who could leave home without their mink helmet or leather covered tools?
A precisely hand made velvet wringled saddle. Just what we all need.
An elephant in a china shop
Hermès is world renowned for its fine craftsmanship in leather goods.
as well as for men.
The aim for this exhibition is have visitors walk thru while hanging on two thoughts which are closely tied to the rhythm of the stroll : dreaming and indiscretion.
I need to point out that because of the temporary nature of the exhibit, there isn’t a gift shop on the premises (darn!).
My all time favorite modern-day Parisian stroller.
A gigantic photo exhibition now covers the walls along the banks of the Seine in Paris.
The 370-metre long panorama includes photos representing humanity and diversity as well as seven key words translated into languages from all around the world: respect, peace, solidarity, friendship, dignity, hospitality and hope.
The exhibit includes photos taken by my All-Time-Favorite-Photojournatist Reza over the past 30 years.
In the current context of the worsening situation of asylum in Europe and worsening conditions for asylum seekers and refugees, the exhibition is reminding us that 60 million people are uprooted around the world and that many of their basic needs are not covered.
The panorama features photographs taken by Syrian refugee children living in Kawergosk refugee camp in Iraq and trained by Reza himself.
The exhibition is located opposite the Orsay Museum, between the Louvre Palace and the Pont Royal, until October 15.
Initiated in 1984 by Alain Dominique Perrin, President of Cartier International at the time, on a suggestion by the artist César, and directed by Hervé Chandès, the Fondation Cartier pour l’art contemporain is a unique example of corporate philanthropy in France.
Since moving to Paris in 1994, the Fondation Cartier has been housed in an airy building filled with light that was designed by the architect Jean Nouvel. In this unique setting, exhibitions, conferences and artistic productions come to life.
At once a creative space for artists and a place where art and the general public can meet, the Fondation Cartier pour l’art contemporain is dedicated to promoting and raising public awareness of contemporary art.
Current exhibition: BEAUTÉ CONGO -1926-2015
July 11 – November 15, 2015. Curator André MagninTaking as its point of departure the birth of modern painting in the Congo in the 1920s, this ambitious exhibition will trace almost a century of the country’s artistic production. While specifically focusing on painting, it will also include music, sculpture, photography, and comics, providing the public with the unique opportunity to discover the diverse and vibrant art scene of the region. Here’s a little sample of that vibrant exhibit
Samba wa Mbimba N’zingo Nuni Masi Ndo Mbasi or Chéri Samba to make it short and sweet, is a painter from the Democratic Republic of Congo.
Work in progressAmazing multi media photographiesPaintings going back to 1920
And last, a gigantic model as vibrant and colourful as the whole exhibit. I’ll guaranty you’ll sway out of this bright and lively exhibit with a huge smile on your face.
I had mentioned that I studied architecture at the Beaux Arts , during President Francois Mitterrand’s first term from 1981 to 1988. He was then re-elected for a second presidential term and held office until 1995. Ok, now is the time when you wonder and ask what does it have to do with me ?Regardless of his political aspirations, Mitterrand had an architectural vision. The Grands Projets was an architectural program to provide modern monuments in Paris, the city of monuments, symbolizing France’s role in art, politics, and economy at the end of the 20th century. Mitterrand viewed the civic building projects, estimated at the time to cost the Government of France 15.7 billion francs, both as a revitalisation of the city, as well as contemporary architecture compatible with Socialist Party politics. The scale of the project and its ambitious nature was compared to the major building schemes of Louis XIV.
This grandiose plan, commencing in 1982, when I was a first year student in architecture, was termed as a “testament to political symbolism and process” launched in the post-World War II France, as an exercise in urban planning. The Grands Projets, described as “eight monumental building projects that in two decades transformed the city skyline”, included Louvre Pyramid, Musee d’Orsay, Parc de la Villette, Arab World Institute, Opéra Bastille, Grande Arche de La Défense, Ministry of Finance and the Bibliothèque nationale de France, the last and most expensive of the lot.
I left France in 1988 so I never got the opportunity to visit the site of the Bibliothèque nationale de France and because I was brought up in a house filled with books and going to the public library had always been a treat ( I know, I am very easily pleased) I always had the desire to visit the Bibliothèque Nationale or, as some call it, the Bibliothèque Mitterrand.
And by the way, his hand written note is the answer to my support for his involvement in architecture and urban design.With a free and open space, built to the scale of the capital, the BNF unfurls its breadth and its volume by way of its four beacon-like markers akin to tension rods or braces. The flat area between them, offering a verticality that defines a virtual volume, in turn, crystallizes all the magic, the presence and the poetry of the complex, designed by French architect, Dominique Perrault.Towers, case like structures of glass with a double skin and sun filters which multiply the reflections and highlights and magnify the shadows.The project is a piece of urban art, a minimalist installation, the “less is more” of emotion where objects and the materials of which they are made count for nothing without the lights which transcend them.Yes, indeed a grand and beautiful project.
Paris has been ruling the high seas of fashion for more than three centuries. Having said that, there are three things which are always certain: Death, Taxes and people complaining about the price, coverage and sometimes the very existence of Fashion.Paris, a city known for its sizable population of bobo (bourgeois-bohème) fashionistas, abounds with vintage boutiques however the festival of vintage-finds takes place once a year atthe Carreau du Temple.This year’s theme: The 70′Yves…Leonard …Azzedine…Madame Rochas…Dolce and GabbanaLanvin…… and Dior just to name a few. All those gorgeous designers’ “bonbons” waiting for another chance to shine in an ephemeral spotlight. Tons of accessories on display.while the DJ tries to save their lives
LP’s andiconic faces.Those cute stools bring back memories Me, circa 1963 in Köln, Germany. Does it mean I , too, am vintage? There were a few good men browsing
John Lennon and Serge Gainsbourg suits made by French designer Renoma.
After this lovely stroll, time to stop and smell the lilies …… while sipping one of those Jamaican goodies in a dainty neighbourhood café.
Art is at every street corner in Paris and often, these street corners happen to be prestigious sites. It is the case of this outdoor exhibit:” Le Parfum dans tous les sens”.
Created by the Cardinal Richelieu in 1633, the Palais Royal and its gardens, just a short walk from the Louvre, housed royal families up until the Palace of Versailles was built. Prestigious and peaceful, the gardens are surrounded by a superb futuristic architecture with contemporary sculptures by Buren and Bury.
Colonnes de Buren
The Colonnes de Buren were designed by artist Daniel Duren and are situated in the courtyard, near the garden and Ministry of Culture. The 260 black and white striped octagonal columns are definitely worth a visit and are one of the symbols of Paris.
Sculpture de Pol Bury
Jardin du Palais Royal
The gardens of the Palais-Royal are like French people’s minds: at first glance they’re symmetrical, rational, organized… Cartesian. The palace itself is very homogeneous, like in Places des Vosges. Everything looks in order. But after a while, you’ll notice a hint of anarchy, disorder, a laid back atmosphere, and sometimes even a big confusion.
I prefer the central pond, mostly for its great chairs (check the reclining chairs article).
But the flowered areas with benches are also nice and quieter. Sometimes, exhibitions of contemporary sculptures are displayed in the gardens, adding a touch of anachronism in this once royal residency.
Le Parfum dans tous les sens
Fifty large photographic panels by a group of international photographers have been mounted, illustrating the full spectrum of perfume making. Although many of the photos were striking, I wasn’t sure how they were connected to perfume. Along the sides of some of the photo frames were blocks of solid perfume dispensing different aromas like jasmine and lavender.
By nature, perfume cannot be represented.
Images can only evoke it and they do so by crossing over into landscapes,
or faces by telling stories our imagination associates with perfume.
The exhibit ends June 14 so pack your lunch bag and enjoy the scent of the day.
I fell in love with Rome the moment I set foot on its grounds some 40 years ago. The sunlight, the soft salty breeze, the ochre colour of the soil, the cacophony of sounds and the smell of flour floating in the air were enough elements to convince all my senses subito pronto! Rome talks directly to your senses before engaging your brain. So without further delay, let me take you along on a little spring stroll in the street of Rome Sweet Rome.
Stunning view of theSpanish Stepsfrom via Condotti. Too bad a Longchamps add covers the facade of the Trinita dei Monti Church.
Surrounded by gorgeous pink and while azaleas.
Piazza del Popolowhere the observer’s attention is drawn on to the splendid façades and apparent striking symmetry of Santa Maria dei Miracoli and Santa Maria di Montesanto. The two churches, which appear so similar from a distance, are in fact charmingly individual.
This is the gate to a special landmark for me.Le Lycée Chateaubriandwhere I attended classes from 1975 to 1977.
After all this walk, a well deserved lunch was awaiting for us at Alfredo’s.
Alfredo is the historical roman restaurant where you can eat the famous Alfredo’s fettuccine known all over the world since the twenties, when Mary Pickford and Douglas Fairbanks, after eating the majestic dish, gave as present to Alfredo a golden fork and spoon.
Not proud to say that the amount of butter and cheese used in this dish could very well resolve world famine.
“The Pope commissions Bernini to build a base for the obelisk. When Bernini completes his work and is ready to deliver it, Vatican gets into an argument with Bernini and they have a dispute over payment. Bernini is pissed off and refuses to deliver the statue. He then puts the statue in Piazza Della Minerva with the elephant’s bum facing the Vatican”.
Day two, the Saint Peter’s Basilica in the Vatican.
From every corner of the globe, pilgrims of all nationalities, ages, and colors come together for the largest religious gathering in the world. This is the definition of Hajj, a five-day-period. However, for Christians, it’s more of a 24/7 all year round period.
Moving on …
Ivo was, and in my humble opinion still is, one of the best pizzeria’s inTrastevere.
One thing I cannot stand is having musicians serenade me while I eat. This street artist was one of a kind; while playing languorously some popular tunes on his violin, his cellulare rings. He casually reaches for it then spends the next 15 minutes arguing passionately and loudly, the violin accompanying hand gestures validating, I guess, his argument.
Trastevere is on the west bank of the Tiber. The neighbourhood maintains its character thanks to its narrow cobbled streets lined by medieval houses. At night, natives and tourists alike flock to its many pubs and restaurants.
Music is a huge component in the city and it would be difficult to chose one tune over the other however my favourite Italian singer is no doubt Lucio Dalla and this specific song.
A nice way to end a wonderful stroll is sitting at the Cul de Sac, a dainty wine bar in the city centre, and sipping a nice glass of wine with amazing friends. Thank you Andrea, Gemma, Roberto, Marianne, Michel, Marina N., Agnieszka, Marina C., Monnie, Elisabetta, Bita, Fares and Jef. Salute e a presto!
Between myth and reality, the Parisian Chic continues to seduce. Parisian style radiates an air of self-assuredness, that indefinable je ne sais quoi that initially seems so elusive, and yet at the same time almost appears simple, uncontrived, perhaps effortless.
The DNA of the Parisian chic can be summarized in these few items:
A vintage Chanel chain, a striped jersey, a perfect Rouge, Repetto’s flats, a trench and a little black handbag.
Amélie-Audrey is perhaps a good example and so is
Jean Seberg who adopted France as her second country.
Ines de la Fressange and her daughter Nine are also two iconic figures of Parisian style .
They all seem to have something in common, don’t they?
The béret ? Nah … too cliché. The striped jersey?
Yesssss. The “marinière” or striped jersey can be found in most Parisian closets alongside the LBD. Not to be confused with the BLT ( bacon, lettuce and tomato) but the Little Black Dress.
One cannot dissociate the marinière from Jean Paul Gaultier.
In his latest exhibit, in the Grand Palais, Jean Paul Gaultier blew us away with the extent of his creativity.
One day, some years back, Jean Paul Gaultier was at home, feeding his cat. As he emptied a can of cat food, he was struck by how attractive the can was, and surmised that if he cut off both the bottom and the top of it what remained would bear an intriguing resemblance to a traditional African cuff bracelet.
Not many people would have this sort of thought while feeding their pets. Even fewer would actually cut up the can, dip it in a silver bath, and use it as an accessory in a fashion collection.
The exhibition is alive, it’s a story, it’s a movie. It is like a dream! At the exhibit I was greeted by Jean Paul Gaultier’s mannequin who explained how the show was declined around his favorite themes:
– The stripped jersey/marinière.
– Mermaids …
Note the exquisite details.
His inspiration from the Punk universe is stunning.
The corset being one of his “popular” items, thanks to Madonna. How he revisited the theme with such high expertise and love of details is mind-blowing.
His brides are provocative yet done with such passionate love of details that one can only admire them.
The next section consisted of variations on bondage costumes.
My personal favorite is definitely the ethnic chic. The Best for the last.
Close up on the fantastic craftsmanship on the gowns.
Of course, every household has its own mink covered shopping cart.
Let’s play my favorite game: “Guess Who” is watching the catwalk?
Jean Paul Gaultier is positively l’enfant terrible of Fashion. He allows himself to have fun as he masters his skill.
Not being afraid of ridiculing himself, he is the first one to use derision. “I take what I like from here, and what I like from there, and put them together. I suppose that’s my fantasy world.” J.P Gaultier
Before leaving, an imperative visit to the souvenir shop however the best souvenir I brought home was …
What a lovely day. Lady Spring is definitely showing her graceful face and aura.
I decided to head towards the Cité Internationale Universitaire de Paris . Ever since the Middle Ages the University of Paris has always welcomed students from all over the world in what they used to call the “College of Nations”. When the international university campus in Paris was created in 1925 it continued this tradition of the Paris universities: a tradition of welcome.
The Campus has a lush park open, obviously, to students but also to the general public.
Perfect day for a picnic
This is me, dressed up as a scholar, trying to melt in the students’ crowd. Oh how much I miss those days.
There is another undercover agent chilling.
Yes, this is the real deal. Totally disconnected with his surroundings and focused.
You see all kind of sights. Student-knights practicing jousting…
and student-lovers practicing the art of napping.
Inside the main building floats a quiet atmosphere.
Outside, the British character of the garden and architecture prevails.
The Cité internationale universitaire is a private foundation relying on the patronage and support of individuals.
Several structures have been designed by architects of note, such as Le Corbusier, Willem Marinus Dudok, Heydar Ghiai and Claude Parent. The residences are organized mostly by nationality, although residents in each maison are not necessarily from the country implied by the naming of the building.
Will certainly visit again andI highly recommend you visit the site on a sunny Sunday!
What comes to mind when visiting Nice? Let’s see…. La Promenade des Anglais,
La Salade Niçoise,
But also that “coolitude” ( cool+ attitude) depicted by the nonchalance life style of rich and beautiful people.
George Hoyningen-Huene for Vogue magazine Juillet 1930
The French Riviera of the 1920s and early ’30s was a haven for artists and writers from the far reaches of the world. Legendary personalities such as Scott and Zelda Fitzgerald, Picasso, Picabia, Cocteau, Josephine Baker and Piaf – just to name a few- chose Nice, between a desire for creation, the quest for happiness, and the looming darkness of World War II.
To this day, Nice is a major destination, partly because of its international airport. On this particular occasion, I only stayed for a couple of days. I walked around the three main attractions of the city,
My only regret, not having tasted the Jasmin flavour gelato.
and then to the Place Masséna, a “jewel” in the urban design of the city.
The seven statues of the Place Masséna. Some call them Buddahs, other Scribes; some love them and others find them hideous.
Nobody is indifferent to them. The seven resin statues on Massena square were created by Jaume Plensa, Spanish artist specialized in monumental art. These seven characters represent seven continents and the communication between the different communities of today’s society. The name of this creation is “Conversation à Nice”. The statues are illuminated every night, colours are changing smoothly to emulated a dialog between them. There are quiet impressive.
You will see a large fountain called the “Fontaine du Soleil”, the Sun Fountain. There are 5 bronze sculptures in the basin and in the centre stands an impressive marble Apollo. He is 7 meters (23 feet) tall and weighs in at 7 tons. He is definitely the king of the square and you would think this giant would be admired and respected… but not by the Niçois.
The spectators claimed that he looked like an advertisement for the most popular automobile at the time, the Renault 4CV, known as the “4 horsepower”. So the magnificent Greek deity was saddled with the nickname – “the 4 horsepower statue”.But there was a bigger problem – and it was located further down the nude sculpture. Some conservative inhabitants of the city thought that his “manhood” was too large, while some older ladies thought it was too small …
This baby was not impressed by the size of it.
There is something about the light in Nice that makes blues seem bluer. Monsieur Matisse would agree.
La Baie de Nice , Henri Matisse
Henri Matisse first came to Nice in 1916, when his doctor sent him to recover from bronchitis. In his first decade in Nice, Matisse lived at the Hôtel Beau Rivage on the Promenade des Anglais, which also hosted the likes of F. Scott Fitzgerald, Nietzche and Chekov. In 1918, Matisse took a room at the Hôtel de la Mediterranée, which he kept for four years.
Ma chambre au Beau-Rivage by Henri Matisse
I mentioned twice F. Scott Fitzgerald, because somehow I associate him to the ambiance of the Riviera and Henri Matisse to the colours of it. Please visit the Fitzgerald link above and you’ll be mesmerized.
On my way back to Paris, I stopped over night in Valbonne to visit dear friends and we had a fantastic time.
I somehow relate to all three images above. But today, let’s focus on photography. Photography, as a passion and hobby, was revealed to me recently. I always had a very acute sensibility for images without ever considering looking thru the lens. One of the major reasons being the lack of time. As a single mother, I had my hands full with my beautiful and gorgeous children (that’s how an unbiased mother sounds like). I am a passionate mother, which often drives my children crazy but this is another chapter …). Today, things are different. I think I achieved a percept I always stood by: “Give your children roots of responsibility and wings of independence”. In other words, I am left with TIME. That precious element which often lacks in our lives.
So for the late bloomer that I am, Magnum speaks for theMagnum Photography, the international photographic cooperative owned by its photographer-members.
There is an outdoor skating rink right in front of the city hall.
I love skating. Skating has always been part of my life. Be it as a child in Germany or at The Ice Palace in Tehran and of course later, in Toronto.
This gentlman was really into his pirouettes and crossed chasse.
He made me think of that very amusing sequence where Plushenko, Russian Olympic medalist danced on Tom Jones’ Sex Bomb. Moving on to the surroundings, there is a merry-go-around and…
lovers …lovers everywhere.
Charlie is still very present.
Welcoming words from Anne Hidalgo, Mayor of Paris.
I started taking pics. The venue is majestic and very well chosen.
Skillfully displayed pictures and diaporamas.
The theme is, of course, Paris; its beauty, its flaws, its strengths and its aches thru the eyes of the great photographers such as Robert Capa, David “Chim” Seymour, Henri Cartier-Bresson, George Rodger and many more belonging to the Magnum group.
I was having a blast enjoying the pics and taking my own shots.
When a charming watchman walked up to me and said: “Mademoiselle” ( sight!!!) please do not take any pictures, bien sûre, there are no signs so I tell the patrons myself”.I was embarrassed, however his “Mademoiselle” touched a fine spot!
Being inspired by the shots , I pulled out my camera as soon as I walked out.
and lovers. On the right bench there is the “before” and on the left bench the “after”…
Across from the Hôtel de Ville there is the BHV/Marais department store. A sibling of the Galeries Lafayette with only one other store in Beirut, Lebenon.
Time to head back home. Bus 39, a joyride across the narrow streets of St Germain.
If there is one spot in Paris that translates Exquisite Elegance, it would be the area shaped as a triangle; the Pont Alexandre III at a corner, the Petit Palais on one side and the Grand Palais on the other side of this upside down isosceles triangle.
Le Petit Palais is a masterpiece of beautiful classic and balanced proportions.
“Les Bas Fonds du Baroque, La Rome du Vice et de la Misère” exhibit is attracting many visitors.
Le Grand Palais , a chef d’oeuvre. The structure was built in the style of Beaux-Arts architecture as taught by the École des Beaux-Arts of Paris.
Flamboyant and majestic.
L’immortalité devançant le Temps by George Récipon.
L’Art decoratif (1900) by Emile Lafont
Le réverbère, an item omnipresent in Parisian streets …
Adele, too, found the bridge so inspiring that her music video for the song “Someone Like You” was shot on the bridge in 2011.
Four gilt-bronze statues of Fames watch over the bridge. On the right bank, Fame of the Sciences and Fame of the Arts. Then Fame of Commerce and Fame of Industry on the left bank.
Lastly, upon my son’s visit, I found out that one of the “it” clubs in Paris was located under the bridge, Showcase . This vast venue, in converted boat hangars below Pont Alexandre III, is where music-crazed insomniacs come on weekends to discover up-and-coming bands and dance until daybreak.
However, my preference goes towards theMiniPalaisBar Lounge, an exquisite place to sip a drink with an outstanding view on this golden triangle.
It is commonly said here:” Les goûts et les couleurs, ne se discutent pas.”
In light of the world’s events that jolt us on a daily basis, this post might seem redundant. Just in the past few weeks, we had to deal with an insane number of tragedies: Charlie, the Baga massacre by Boko Haram, ongoing debates on islamophobia and antisemitism then Shaima al-Sabbagh, a 32-year-old mother-of-one, who is shot in the head by police in Cairo on Saturday and Raif Badawi, the Saudi Arabian blogger who’s punishment of 1,000 lashes is an outrage. Senator John McCain who eulogized King Abdullah as “a vocal advocate for peace, speaking out against violence in the Middle East”. John Kerry describing the late monarch as “a brave partner in fighting violent extremism” and “a proponent of peace”. Not to be outdone, Vice President Joe Biden released a statement mourning Abdullah and announced that he would be personally leading a presidential delegation to offer condolences on his passing…. just to name a few of the appalling episodes that fill our everyday life , so yes, my posting might come as superfluous to some, none the less, I need to immerse myself in positivity in order to move on, to believe in good rather than evil and to trust.
To quote Camila Batmanghelidjh, founder and director of the renowned UK charity Kids Company, “Continuous exposure of violence actually changes the structure of a child’s brain”. Perhaps, not only a child’s but also adults’.
A first clue as where we’ll go strolling in this post.
There is a loss of intimacy amid all the grandeur.
Master getting pampered before hosting us.
Details of the charpente in the attic.
The interior is choppy, with smallish spaces, dead ends, and illogical connections. The Hotel Salé isn’t the ideal place for showing art.
Master is watching you.
His actual work station with his brushes- I don’t know why but it touched me deeply, more than some of his art.
Klimt’s Kiss, revisited by Picasso
Clin d’oeil to Impressionism
My favorite sculpture: La chèvre.
“Hands”, another emotional moment. Love it.
… and the Beast.
Pregnant woman. Yeah , right.
This lady has one too many holes.
His muse, Dora.
“Donnez moi un walk-in closet, je le remplirai” dixit me.
Girls will always be girls!
Love love love it.
I have visited the Musée Picasso in Juan les Pins-Antibes and seen the brilliant Picasso retrospective at the Art Gallery of Ontario and the Museo Picasso in Barcelona and I must say I had higher expectations from the Musée Picasso in Paris. Perhaps the goal here is less to monumentalize an artist or a style than to tell a complex story of how art is made by one person of protean energy over a specific stretch of time. Bottom line, Picasso is and will always be a devastating “force de la nature”.
Statue of seated Victory by Antoine-François Gérard- Garden of the Carrousel du Louvre.
Poetry on walls.Le Bateau Ivre by Arthur Rimbaud. His poetry, as well as his life, influenced many 20th-century writers, musicians and artists, including Pablo Picasso, Dylan Thomas, Henri Cartier-Bresson, Allen Ginsberg, Jack Kerouac, Vladimir Nabokov, Bob Dylan, Luis Alberto Spinetta, Patti Smith, La Liga del Sueño, Giannina Braschi, Léo Ferré, Henry Miller, Van Morrison, Penny Rimbaud, Jim Morrison … just to name a few. ( Name dropping is also a very Parisian thing).