Friday, 30 November 2012
FABRICS: for children
Wednesday, 28 November 2012
ART: Motya Charioteer
I
first saw this stunning statue of a charioteer when on loan to the Museum of Cycladic Art ,
Athens . Sensuous and beautifully carved, I had
planned to see it again at Mozia, a small island off the Sicilian coast* The charioteer was at The British Museum
during the Olympics this summer – any news of its arrival and display was swamped
by the egocentric spoutings of ardent Olympic
winners!
*the island belonged to the Whitaker family who made their fortune selling Marsala wine. A descendant, Billy Whitaker, lived with his sister Penelope in Edwardian splendour at Pylewell Park near Lymington in Hampshire].
*the island belonged to the Whitaker family who made their fortune selling Marsala wine. A descendant, Billy Whitaker, lived with his sister Penelope in Edwardian splendour at Pylewell Park near Lymington in Hampshire].
The British Museum, London |
Made by a Greek sculptor in Sicily about 460-450 BC. Found on the Sicilian island of Motya (Mozia) of the western tip of Sicily in 1979. Museo Giuseppe Whitaker, Marsala, Sicily |
Monday, 26 November 2012
BOOKS: Luxury Minimal
LUXURY MINIMAL
MINIMALIST INTERIORS
IN THE GRAND STYLE
Published by Thames & Hudson
A book just out. Fritz von der Schulenburg's incomparable images follow one after another from very grand to grand, simple to very simple, showing impeccable discrimination - interspersed with quotes and 'Conversations' with Karen Howes and nine different designers - a feast for the most developed eye. I am privileged to be included.
Friday, 23 November 2012
POETRY: Paradise Lost [excerpt] by John Milton
Farewell happy fields
Where joy for ever dwells; hail horrors, hail
Infernal world, and thou profoundest Hell
Receive thy new possessor: one who brings
A mind not to be changed by place or time.
The mind is its own place, and in itself
Can make a Heav'n of Hell, a Hell of Heav'n.
What matter where, if I be still the same,
And what I should be, all but less than he
Whom thunder hath made greater? Here at least
We shall be free; th' Almighty hath not built
Here for his envy, will not drive us hence:
Here we may reign secure, and in my choice
To reign is worth ambition though in Hell:
Better to reign in Hell, than serve in Heav'n.
from Book I
Where joy for ever dwells; hail horrors, hail
Infernal world, and thou profoundest Hell
Receive thy new possessor: one who brings
A mind not to be changed by place or time.
The mind is its own place, and in itself
Can make a Heav'n of Hell, a Hell of Heav'n.
What matter where, if I be still the same,
And what I should be, all but less than he
Whom thunder hath made greater? Here at least
We shall be free; th' Almighty hath not built
Here for his envy, will not drive us hence:
Here we may reign secure, and in my choice
To reign is worth ambition though in Hell:
Better to reign in Hell, than serve in Heav'n.
from Book I
Thursday, 22 November 2012
TRAVEL: Portugal
Tuesday, 20 November 2012
PEOPLE: Loulou de la Falaise
Monday, 19 November 2012
LIVING BY DESIGN: Hints
A London office with JS designed oval desk in wenge with a pig skin inset top [see oak version in I.M. Pei designed pavilion in my blog entry of October 14, 2011 ]. Eames designed swivel chairs are covered in suede. The wall panelling - also in wenge - is randomly matched and mis-matched.
Friday, 16 November 2012
POETRY: Life Saving by Josephine Hart
Josephine Hart will always be missed by anyone who knew her - luckily the poetry readings continue.
http://www.poetrylibrary.org.uk/events/readings/?id=176
Thursday, 15 November 2012
Wednesday, 14 November 2012
ART: Marsden Woo Gallery, London
I very much like the architectural mix in Clerkenwell, how new and old buildings are juxtaposed: Smithfield Market for its ironwork; paintings by Hogarth filling the walls in the James Gibbs Northern Block staircase of St. Bartholemew's Hospital. Nearby is - the ancient 14th century St. Bartholemew's Church [right], one of the few to survive The Great Fire and which featured in the film, 'The Four Weddings and a Funeral'.
If in the area, do not miss the Marsden Woo Gallery, 17-18 Great Sutton Street, London EC1V 0DN -- great shows by Owen Bullett Force Field , Nao Matsunaga, and an extraordinary installation by Rupert Ackroyd, Inn, Inn, Inn: www.marsdenwoo.com
A piece by ceramic artist Dawn Youll |
Above: This piece by Nao Matsunaga has just been bought by The Victoria & Albert Museum in London |
Below: An installation Force Field by Owen Bullet
Tuesday, 13 November 2012
FOOD: The River Café, London
For reasons unknown, I have not been to the deservedly famous River Café since it has been re-done. The kitchen is a very, very long bar - it is a brilliant design.
I was bidden to this culinary temple of delicious food to celebrate the birthday of a gregarious friend of mine whose intimate friends must add up to 180 souls and since the private room seats only 18 I felt most privileged!
Sunday, 11 November 2012
POETRY: One Art by Elisabeth Bishop
The art of losing isn't hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster,
Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.
Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.
I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.
I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.
- Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident
the art of losing's not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like a disaster.
to be lost that their loss is no disaster,
Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.
Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.
I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.
I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.
- Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident
the art of losing's not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like a disaster.
Elizabeth Bishop
Friday, 9 November 2012
CURIOSITY: The Pitt Rivers Museum, Oxford
If in Oxford, do go to see a Victorian oddity.
Housed in an amazing iron structure, The Pitt Rivers Museum - the University of Oxford's collection of anthropology and world archaeology. Except for one or two attempts, everything is shown in a very old-fashioned higgledy piggledy way...
worth a whirl!
Clockwise: Glass bottles containing samples of pigments used by Andaman Islanders and Australian Aboriginies for painting their bodies, collected in the 1870's and 1890's, a carved and painted wooden figure of a rhinoceros hornbill [c. 1923, Sarawak, Malaysia], Interior of an unfinished mudhif, Rumailiya Marshes, Southern Iraq [1955]
The Pitt Rivers Museum
Thursday, 8 November 2012
Monday, 5 November 2012
BOOKS: Vladimir Nabokov: Lectures on Russian Literature
Extract from Leo Tolstoy's 'Anna Karenin' [Note Nabakov's preference for 'Karenin' rather than 'Karenina'] ... And so it went on and on: the same shaking and knocking, the same snow on the window, the same rapid transitions from steaming heat to cold and back again to heat, the same passing glimpses of the same figures [conductor, stove-tenders] in she shifting dusk, and the same voices, and Anna began to read and to understand what she read. Her maid was already dozing, with her mistresses's red bag in her lap, clutching it with her broad hands, in woolen gloves, of which one was torn at a finger tip [one of these little flaws that correspond to a flaw in Anna's own mood]. Anna read but she found it distasteful to follow the shadows of other people's lives. She had too great a desire to live herself. If she read that the heroine of the novel was nursing a sick man, she longed to move herself with noiseless steps about the room of a sick man; if she read of a member of Parliament making a speech, she longed to be delivering the speech herself; if she read of how Lady Mary had ridden to the hounds, and had teased her sister-in-law, and had surprised everyone by her pluck, Anna too wished to be doing the same. But there was no chance of doing anything; and she toyed with the smooth ivory knife in her small hands, and forced herself to go on reading. [Was she a good reader from our point of view? Does her emotional participation in the life of the book remind one of another little lady? Of Emma?].
"The hero of the novel was about to reach his English happiness, a baronetcy and an estate, when she suddenly felt that he ought to feel somehow ashamed, and that she was ashamed, too [she identifies the man in the book with Vronski]. But what had he to be ashamed of? 'What have I to be ashamed of?' she asked herself in injured surprise. She laid down the book and sank against the back of her fauteuil, tightly gripping the knife in both hands. There was nothing. She went over all her Moscow impressions. All was good, pleasant. She remembered the ball, remembered Vronski's face of slavish adoration, remembered all her conduct with him: there was nothing shameful. And for all that, in this point in her memories, the feeling of shame was intensified, as though some inner voice, just at that point when she thought of Vronski, were saying to her, 'Warm, very warm, hot.'
Greta Garbo as a Hollywood Anna Karenina [1935] directed by Clarence Brown - a black and white film and how it might have looked in colour |
Sunday, 4 November 2012
DESIGN: Ann Getty
From Amazon arrived Ann Getty Interior Style by Diane Dorrans Sacks [see my blog post of October 26, 2012] . The pictures of the Getty house in San Francisco show how an outstanding, eclectic, scholarly collector with flair and taste can create luscious, luxurious and spirited rooms - inspirational.Obama, US election Romney US Elections 2012
From from my book Rooms a riverside pied-Ă -terre designed in London for Ann Getty.
Entrance Hall [Note the specialist painted floor] |
Drawing Room Visual |
Master Bedroom |
Master Bedroom Visual |
Master Bedroom |
Friday, 2 November 2012
ARCHITECTURE I admire: James Turrell
Roden Crater Project, Arizona, USA
http://rodencrater.com/
James Turrell's interest is in the perception of light in various forms.
Thursday, 1 November 2012
LIVING BY DESIGN: Hints
In this Dorset mill house, golden oak panelling and a pale stone floor, a JS designed hall table and a pair of JS designed benches with turned legs covered in a wide stripe - a handwoven fabric from Antico Setificio in Florence [see my blog entry of June 3, 2011]. To the right sits a giant Medici bronze urn.
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