Tuesday, 30 April 2013
DANCE: Sidi Larbi Cherkaou
DAMN !....I HAVE MISSED Sidi Larbi Cherkaou at Sadler's Wells .....the dancing looks astonishing on Internet clips and his talent burnishes !
Must catch him ASAP.
Monday, 29 April 2013
Friday, 26 April 2013
POETRY: Poems of the Late T'ang
PEONIES
(Li Shang-yin, translated and paraphrased by A C Graham)
The brocade curtains have just rolled back. Behold the Queen of Wei.
Still he piles up the embroidered quilts, Prince O in Yüeh.
Drooping hands disturb, tip over, pendants of carved jade:
Snapping waists compete in the dance, fluttering saffron skirts.
Shih Ch’ung’s candles — but who would clip them?
Hsün Yü’s braziers, where no incense fumes.
I who was given in a dream the brush of many colours
Wish to write on petals a message to the clouds of the morning.
(Li Shang-yin, translated and paraphrased by A C Graham)
The brocade curtains have just rolled back. Behold the Queen of Wei.
Still he piles up the embroidered quilts, Prince O in Yüeh.
Drooping hands disturb, tip over, pendants of carved jade:
Snapping waists compete in the dance, fluttering saffron skirts.
Shih Ch’ung’s candles — but who would clip them?
Hsün Yü’s braziers, where no incense fumes.
I who was given in a dream the brush of many colours
Wish to write on petals a message to the clouds of the morning.
Wednesday, 24 April 2013
Tuesday, 23 April 2013
MORALE BOOSTER
An empty taxi draws up beside me - window sides down and lady driver says "I just wanted to say how very stylish you look" Hey!
Sunday, 21 April 2013
ARCHITECTURE: Thomas Jefferson's Monticello, Virginia, USA
Without question one of the world's most agreeable houses.
Entrance Hall |
South Side of Monticello |
Architectural Details |
Jefferson's Study |
Entrance Door, West Portico |
One of the obsessive speculations in American history is whether Thomas Jefferson, in the years before he became president, had an affair with (and fathered a child with) his 15-year-old slave Sally Hemings. JEFFERSON IN PARIS follows Jefferson to France (as the U.S. ambassador to the court of Louis XVI), following the death of his wife his friendships and flirtations with the French, his relationship with his daughters and slaves from home (especially Sally), against the backdrop of the beginning of the French Revolution.
Friday, 19 April 2013
LIVING BY DESIGN: Kitchen Hints
A JS designed kitchen which has not got the 'in your face' brutality of slick stainless steel, nor has it the passive aggression stance of 'the country kitchen' Note the a large chopping board counter top in the foreground. Equally handsome is to paint the vertical white supports and the base of the cupboards in green or blue, etc.
Wednesday, 17 April 2013
FABRICS: Black and White
JS Jaisilmir in Charcoal from the Passepartout Collection [Photo: Courtesy of the Firmdale Hotel group] |
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Monday, 15 April 2013
ART I admire: ROY LICHTENSTEIN
Hopeless [1963] |
Right:
Place de Furstenberg, Paris - in the foreground, a table by the artist Allen Jones and behind, a soft sculpture of a seated figure by Aeppli, on the wall, a blown up 1930's Art Deco motif by Lichtenstein.
[from John Stefanidis Rooms]
Go see the Lichtenstein retrospective at the Tate Modern ...until May 13, 2013
Place de Furstenberg, Paris - in the foreground, a table by the artist Allen Jones and behind, a soft sculpture of a seated figure by Aeppli, on the wall, a blown up 1930's Art Deco motif by Lichtenstein.
[from John Stefanidis Rooms]
Go see the Lichtenstein retrospective at the Tate Modern ...until May 13, 2013
Saturday, 13 April 2013
BOOKS: The Life of Objects by Susanna Moore
My friend, the writer, Polly Devlin wrote:
...I loved Susanna's book.. she is a master of prose,
and there's always a slightly sadistic undertow to her delicacy… she understands the psychic wound.. I thought it an exemplary
work…an important social document and an imaginative work of the highest
order...she got the the Irish girl in an extraordinary way-- Kate
O'Brien wrote a novel in the 50's -- Mary Lavelle -- about a beautiful Irish
girl - a governess--caught up in events in Spain which had some of the
same qualities but O'brien was Irish to her core (lesbian, which the Irish
didn't like, (well, like is not the word, they were incredulous) so her books
were banned. Hey ho. But then so were Edna"s…..). Joan Didion once--or maybe more
than once--- has said that style is character …and what a character Susanna
is-- no-one like her.
Thursday, 11 April 2013
TRAVEL: Italy, Bologna
On the pilgrim's path to Jerusalem, the ancient Santo Stefano complex of churches. A cock on its column, made of stone and dating back to the 14th century, is a biblical reference to Saint Peter's denial of Christ.
Palazzo Bevilacqua, lived in by the same family who built it between 1477 and 1482.
MUSEO DI PALAZZO POGGI
Clockwise: 'Statue of a recumbent woman (Venerina - Little Venus), around 1782; Model of the 'Bien Aime', a third-rate ship, 18th century; Nicolo dell'Abate 'The tarot card game', 1550-1552; Frederick de Wit, 'Nova totjus terrarum orbis tabula', copper engraving, Amsterdam, 1705-1706.
Ceilings in the University |
Atlas in Bologna ............................... Atlas in Paris
Wednesday, 10 April 2013
COMMENT: The Elephant Family charity
Made and auctioned for charity, Mark Shand's The Elephant Family, which protects Asian elephants and their habitat. My elephant called Naveen found a happy home............ but where?
Tuesday, 9 April 2013
Sunday, 7 April 2013
POETRY: Vers de Société by Philip Larkin
My wife and I have asked a crowd of craps
To come and waste their time and ours: perhaps
You’d care to join us? In a pig’s arse, friend.
Day comes to an end.
The gas fire breathes, the trees are darkly swayed.
And so Dear Warlock-Williams: I’m afraid—
Funny how hard it is to be alone.
I could spend half my evenings, if I wanted,
Holding a glass of washing sherry, canted
Over to catch the drivel of some bitch
Who’s read nothing but Which;
Just think of all the spare time that has flown
Straight into nothingness by being filled
With forks and faces, rather than repaid
Under a lamp, hearing the noise of wind,
And looking out to see the moon thinned
To an air-sharpened blade.
A life, and yet how sternly it’s instilled
All solitude is selfish. No one now
Believes the hermit with his gown and dish
Talking to God (who’s gone too); the big wish
Is to have people nice to you, which means
Doing it back somehow.
Virtue is social. Are, then, these routines
Playing at goodness, like going to church?
Something that bores us, something we don’t do well
(Asking that ass about his fool research)
But try to feel, because, however crudely,
It shows us what should be?
Too subtle, that. Too decent, too. Oh hell,
Only the young can be alone freely.
The time is shorter now for company,
And sitting by a lamp more often brings
Not peace, but other things.
Beyond the light stand failure and remorse
Whispering Dear Warlock-Williams: Why, of course—
To come and waste their time and ours: perhaps
You’d care to join us? In a pig’s arse, friend.
Day comes to an end.
The gas fire breathes, the trees are darkly swayed.
And so Dear Warlock-Williams: I’m afraid—
Funny how hard it is to be alone.
I could spend half my evenings, if I wanted,
Holding a glass of washing sherry, canted
Over to catch the drivel of some bitch
Who’s read nothing but Which;
Just think of all the spare time that has flown
Straight into nothingness by being filled
With forks and faces, rather than repaid
Under a lamp, hearing the noise of wind,
And looking out to see the moon thinned
To an air-sharpened blade.
A life, and yet how sternly it’s instilled
All solitude is selfish. No one now
Believes the hermit with his gown and dish
Talking to God (who’s gone too); the big wish
Is to have people nice to you, which means
Doing it back somehow.
Virtue is social. Are, then, these routines
Playing at goodness, like going to church?
Something that bores us, something we don’t do well
(Asking that ass about his fool research)
But try to feel, because, however crudely,
It shows us what should be?
Too subtle, that. Too decent, too. Oh hell,
Only the young can be alone freely.
The time is shorter now for company,
And sitting by a lamp more often brings
Not peace, but other things.
Beyond the light stand failure and remorse
Whispering Dear Warlock-Williams: Why, of course—
Friday, 5 April 2013
Wednesday, 3 April 2013
LIVING BY DESIGN: 1970's Minimalism
Monday, 1 April 2013
ART: Frederico Barocci [1528-1612] at The National Gallery, London
Barocci is not well known, the underground rooms can be claustrophobic but, with fewer people, it was a pleasure to look at the pictures without feeling you are pushing and shoving!
The painter, from Urbino, a pupil of Raphael's, painted quiet and beautiful pictures - not an ugly face to be seen.
The Entombment [1597-82], the dead Christ being carried in a sheet is a picture of great sadness and sweetness.
The Madonna of the Cat [1575] shows St. John the Baptist and the baby Jesus as cherubic, adorable and in no way sentimental. A painter of great sensitivity - his self-portrait is haunting. He paints fabric gloriously while avoiding all dandyism in dress or attitude
A powerful and touching painting of Aeneas fleeing Troy [1598] carrying his father.
Do go! Until May 19, 2013
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