Sunday, 15 February 2015

Art / Ian Fairweather and Lost Men, Hermit Painters. Part I

A moment for possibly my all time favourite painter, Ian Fairweather.

I, since a child, have always been mesmerised by the kind of post-war painter that lived as a hermit after the war.  Not quite able or not quite willing to fit back into society and so would paint off somewhere by themselves. 

I don't know what it was but I identified I suppose with a restless desire to be alone, to peacefully work. I would dream of of being a nomad. Alone. In the hills. By myself. 



Ian Fairweather was born in 1891 in Bridge of Allen, Stirlingshire, Scotland where he was raised by his great-aunt after his parents returned to India. He originally attended officer training school but changed to studying art after fighting the in the First World War. He studied at the The Hague Academy, The School of Oriental Studies and The Slade School of Fine Art.

In the following years he lived throughout Australia, China, Bali, Canada, Singapore and the Philippines.  He spent a considerable amount of time in Australia and is considered by many as an Australian painter.

When the Second World War came he fought again with the British Army in India from 1941-1943.

In the 1950s he built a hut on Bribie Island where he lived for the rest of his life except for occasional visits to London and India in the 1960s.

He died on the 20th of May 1974.






I do not own or have the rights to any images, paintings or words. 

Perfume / Hermes Launches New Range of Home Fragrance (and I'm just so excited)

Another Amazing Way to Fragrance your Home


Designed by Jean- Claudes daughter, Celine Ellena.  The bowls themselves are porcelain with colour wash on the inside and are designed by Guillaume Bardet. Perfumes are Des Pas sur la Neige (Footprints in the Snow), Temps de Pluie (Wet Weather), Fenetre Ouverte (Open Window), Champ Libre (Open Field), and A Cheval! (On Horseback).

Don't they all sound divine! I can't wait to smell them.

I haven't smelt them yet so if you have let me know what you think in the comments below.







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Saturday, 14 February 2015

Phenomenal Woman / Diana Vreeland

Diana Vreeland was born in 1903 in Paris, a city that she believed taught her about beauty, style and everything there is to know in the world ("The first thing to do, my love, is to arrange to be born in Paris.  After that, everything follows quite naturally.") She had a fabulously interesting and just plain fabulous early life which included dancing in Anna Pavlova's Gavotte at Carnegie Hall, being featured in Vogue in an article about socialites and their cars, dancing in the New York nightclubs of the roaring 20s, and getting married at the age of 21 to "the most attractive man" she had ever seen.

She moved with her husband Thomas Reed Vreeland, a banker, and her two sons to Europe where she met Cecil Beaton, Syrie Maugham, and lived in the house previously lived in by Willkie Collins.  While there she also started and ran her own lingerie business in Berkley Square.  Her clients included Wallis Simpson and, Vreeland often proudly stated that she had provided the lingerie that had brought down the English monarchy.

She began working at Harpers Bazaar in 1936 working on the "why don't you..." columns, where she would, in the cold worrisome world of the depression, suggest fabulously bright, happy, ludicrous, extravagant and joyful things to do; such as "wash your blonde child's hair in dead champagne, as they do in France", "turn your daughter into an infanta for a fancy dress party", "sweep into the drawing room on your first big night", "go to the theatre in a black tweed evening suit with a jacket embroidered in brilliant paillettes", "if you are a tawny blond, wear bright yellow pyjamas with carved coral bracelets", "order Schiaparelli's cellophane belt with you name and telephone number on it", "give someone an enormous white handerchief linen table cloth, and in different handwriting and in different colors (black, acid green, pink, scarlet and pale blue) have embroidered all the bon mots you can possibly think of" or "try a lovely combination of tourmalines and pale rubies".

She went on to become the editor of Harpar's Bazaar where she is credited with having discovered Lauren Bacall, and later in 1963, Vogue. In 1967 she created the fashion slogan "This is the year you do it yourself"  In 1971 she became a consultant to the costume department of the Metropolitan Museum of Art.  She organised incredible exhibitions that where heralded in by parties that were attended by photographers, artists, celebrities, actors and models.  A life-size doll, created by Greer Lankton, is currently on display.

She never identified herself as a feminist per se, however she nevertheless deserves, very much, to be featured here.  This is because she was phenomenal.  She was the kind of woman whose shear energy and independence enlivens the rest of us, encourages us to be free and be whoever and do whatever we chose.  Often in my own circles creativity and working in the arts is at best not valued, at worst something to be ashamed of.  Diana reminds us to never listen to them.  To never listen to anyone that would stop us living our life.  I just have to hear her say something or read something she has said to remember that i'm OK and that everything is going to be OK.  And who wouldn't want to listen to her incredible voice and the beautiful, eloquent way in which she expressed herself? True poetry.

"Style- all who have it share one thing: originality" 

"Elegance is innate.  It has nothing to do with being well dressed.  Elegance is refusal." 

"I think your imagination is your reality" 

"You don't have to be pretty.  You don't owe prettiness to anyone.  Not to your boyfriend, spouse, or partner.  Not to your co-workers, especially not to random men on the street.  You don't owe it to you mother, you don't owe it to your children, you don't owe it to civilisation in general.  Prettiness is not a rent you pay for occupying a space marked female"

"A new dress does not get you anywhere.  It is the life you are living in the dress." 

"I believe in dreams.  I think we only live through our dreams and imagination.  That's the only reality we really have"

"Fashion must be the most intoxicating release from the banality of the world" 

"You gotta have style, it helps you get down the stairs.  It helps you get up in the morning.  It's a way of life.  Without it you're nobody.  And I'm not talking about a lot of clothes"

















Films to watch are:

Diana Vreeland: The Eye Has to Travel (2012)
Who are you, Polly Maggoo? (1966)
Lady in the Dark (1941)
Infamous (2006)
Funny Face (1957)
We'll take Manhattan (2012)

Read:

D.V by Diana Vreeland

I do not own any images, words, pictures or anything.  Nor do I have the rights to them.

Words / Waterloo Sunset

Waterloo Bridge - The Kinks, Monet, Cope and Film

I love The Kinks, always have always will but I wanted to share this one because of a, perhaps odd, obsession I have with Waterloo Bridge.  I don't know why but this particular bridge in London has always captured my imagination.  Its also captured the imagination of a great many musicians, poets and artists including Monet, The Kinks (as below), Mervyn LeRoy (the 1940 film Waterloo Bridge)  and Wendy Cope. 

Below is a video of The Kinks' classic with lyrics written underneath.  

Underneath this are some beautiful paintings by Monet.  Monet would often explore the same subject repeatedly, e.g. hay stacks, churches and finally water lilies.  These are known as his series paintings. We are lucky enough that in the early 20th century he chose to paint some of this captivating bridge.  

There are two films of Waterloo Bridge one produced in 1940 by Melvyn LeRoy staring Robert Taylor and Vivien Leigh as well as an earlier version from 1931 staring Mae Clarke and Douglass Montgomery / Kent Douglass (Douglass Montgomery was a stage name).  Watch both.  They are very different but equally magnificent.  The leading men and women are very different and create very different characters from each other, not to mention the important plot differences.  They are also fascinating as cultural documents.  The original film is  set during World War I, then, in 1940 with Europe in another war the film was reprised to tell the tale of new but similar lovers, people cast out of place by large events finding one another. 




Dirty old river, must you keep rolling, flowing into the night 
People so busy, make me feel dizzy, taxi light shines so bright 
But I don't, need no friends
As long as I gaze on Waterloo Sunset, I am in paradise 
Every day I look at the world from my window
But chilly, chilly is the evening time, Waterloo sunset's fine.

Terry meets Julie, Waterloo Station, every Friday night 
But I am so lazy, don't want to wander, I stay at home at night 
But I don't, feel afraid
As long as I gaze on Waterloo Sunset, I am in paradise 
Every day I look at the world from my window
But chilly, chilly is the evening time, Waterloo sunset's fine.

Millions of people swarming like flies 'round Waterloo underground 
But Terry and Julie cross over the river where they feel safe and sound 
And they don't, need no friends
As long as they gaze on Waterloo Sunset, they are in paradise
Waterloo sunset's fine.








And here are the film posters to get your interest. 



As usual I do not own or have the rights to any of the music, images, paintings or words or anything else.  



Wednesday, 21 January 2015

Phenomenal Woman / The Beginning!

This will be the first instalment of a new section of this blog.  I'm extremely excited by it.  So much so that later down the track it may even turn into a blog of itself.

In this section I plan to focus each time on a truly phenomenal woman. One that is not only remarkable for her achievements or her insights but one that inspires other women to strive.

These are the kind of women that are team players, that know that we are all better off working together.  That rejoice in another persons successes and that also do truly want other people to be able to do their own thing and to be truly, utterly happy.

They are not the kind of women that is unfortunately all too common.  That feigns to be inspiring but really guilt other women into feeling and about themselves.  They are not the kind of women to only focus on themselves.  Phenomenal women are positive, strong but human.  The kind of woman you not only wish you knew but feel as though you do know, like a very old, a very best friend, mother, grandmother, big sister, professor, mentor.

They are not just empowered women they are empowering.

All you phenomenal women and me!

Saturday, 17 January 2015

ISBN / Sylvia Plath - Lady Lazarus

An incredible poem written the year before she committed suicide.

The image is of herself and husband, Ted Hughes.




Lady Lazarus

Sylvia Plath1932 - 1963
I have done it again.
One year in every ten
I manage it--

A sort of walking miracle, my skin
Bright as a Nazi lampshade,
My right foot

A paperweight,
My face a featureless, fine
Jew linen.

Peel off the napkin
O my enemy.
Do I terrify?--

The nose, the eye pits, the full set of teeth?
The sour breath
Will vanish in a day.

Soon, soon the flesh
The grave cave ate will be
At home on me

And I a smiling woman.
I am only thirty.
And like the cat I have nine times to die.

This is Number Three.
What a trash
To annihilate each decade.

What a million filaments.
The peanut-crunching crowd
Shoves in to see

Them unwrap me hand and foot--
The big strip tease.
Gentlemen, ladies

These are my hands
My knees.
I may be skin and bone,

Nevertheless, I am the same, identical woman.
The first time it happened I was ten.
It was an accident.

The second time I meant
To last it out and not come back at all.
I rocked shut

As a seashell.
They had to call and call
And pick the worms off me like sticky pearls.

Dying
Is an art, like everything else.
I do it exceptionally well.

I do it so it feels like hell.
I do it so it feels real.
I guess you could say I’ve a call.

It’s easy enough to do it in a cell.
It’s easy enough to do it and stay put.
It’s the theatrical

Comeback in broad day
To the same place, the same face, the same brute
Amused shout:

‘A miracle!'
That knocks me out.
There is a charge

For the eyeing of my scars, there is a charge
For the hearing of my heart--
It really goes.

And there is a charge, a very large charge
For a word or a touch
Or a bit of blood

Or a piece of my hair or my clothes.
So, so, Herr Doktor.
So, Herr Enemy.

I am your opus,
I am your valuable,
The pure gold baby

That melts to a shriek.
I turn and burn.
Do not think I underestimate your great concern.

Ash, ash--
You poke and stir.
Flesh, bone, there is nothing there--

A cake of soap, 
A wedding ring,
A gold filling.

Herr God, Herr Lucifer
Beware
Beware.

Out of the ash
I rise with my red hair
And I eat men like air.
23-29 October 1962

Image / Some images I have been loving lately