Sunday, October 31, 2010

Siren Song



Still on my 'flix kick, I dove and was submerged in the watery tale of Ondine.
Colin Farrell plays a downtrodden Irish fisherman and recovering alcoholic who nets a secretive selkie. Her singing coaxes bounty back to Farrell's catch and he begins spinning a yarn for his little girl. As the mystery quietly unravels, the haunting soundtack, rippling landscapes and extraordinary performance by Alison Barry, cast as Farrell's daughter, bring otherworldly depth and meaning to the life aquatic.










Saturday, October 30, 2010

Happy Hallows







Swept up in Summertime



Went on a Netflix-capade last night, thought Venice might hit the spot.


Watched Katharine Hepburn do longing in Summertime.


Oh the longing


And for good reason


Oh Rossano the Sublime


And the dresses, what dresses


The world was beautiful then.


Venice the decadent, the glorious


the Grand of glass and gilt


the crumbling.


And then things got complicated


But then they got good


Really Good.


And a merry time was had by all.


But Oh Venice


Life got in the way of wonderful.


"Relax...relax and the world is beautiful. Take a deep breath like for singing."

Take that "Eat, Pray, Love."



Friday, October 29, 2010

Slam Jamb





"Admit it, things are feeling a little too quiet in the land of anti-excess." Sara Ruffin Costello


It's that time of week again folks, Sara's had her say.
This time she's touting technicolored doors. For more, take a knock walk.



Bon Weekend





Thursday, October 28, 2010

Spectator Art





Argentine-born artist Guillermo Kuitca creates nebulously bleary-eyed works of art based on surrealist distortions of maps, blueprints and even baggage carousels. But it's his work with opera house seating plans I find most arresting.

The artist digitally distorts photographs of floor plans, intermittently layering the images with emulsions of water and watercolor. The result is that of a clouded fingerprint, an atomic ink blast and its reverberations. Kuitca swoops down as a deus ex machina, unleashing beautiful, color-banded chaos on an innocuous, horse shoe-shaped grid of alphabetized seats. The rainbow flood that follows is a show stopper.

For those living in or around Washington, D.C., a "Guillermo Kuitca: Everything" retrospective runs from October 21 to January 16 at the Hirshorn Museum and Sculpture Garden.














Oh Calypso




This cozily staged setup still gets me every time.


Stella's Garden Idyll



Stella's gardens came together not unlike her fashion lines.
In lieu of ribboned gifts, her wedding guests brought offerings of seed and vine.
Gwyneth copper beeches, from Ford and Valentino, linden
And now her earthly paradise is ripe for country living.







"When I see a building on the horizon, I want to plant a tree in front of it.
That's my natural instinct."
Stella McCartney


Wednesday, October 27, 2010

Heavens to Betsy



There's been a zeitgeist of late in the blogosphere, methinks it has something to do with the shifting of seasons, an undercurrent all abuzz with musings about dream houses and second, far-flung spaces, that gentle longing for another oft-imagined fold.

The murmurs brought me tiptoeing back to this urban bungalow in Birmingham, designed by Betsy Brown. The cottage has certainly made the rounds since its soft debut in House Beautiful back in 2007. But it's a place that stays with me because of the impression it made back then. Because before Belgian became the "thing" or Jenna Lyons made Serge Mouille a household name, Betsy blessed a pile of dirt in Birmingham with bleached floors and a parterre garden, an elegant but breezy eat-in kitchen, high but unintimidating art and plenty of reading lamps.

She respected the space and yet she elevated it. Without artifice or double-entendre. It could've been Paris, but this was Alabama. And I could smell the crisp rooms and feel the white light streaming in, hear the planks creaking slightly underfoot and almost taste the grapes tumbling in a mound off that platter. And it felt beautiful and right. Like a well-loved home.
















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