over the course of six weeks, i ventured out into the backyard (through snow, sleet, and rain) to photograph the branch of a tree we planted last year. i will admit, before i enrolled in miss b's souvenir foto school, i almost didn't because i never thought i'd be able to post every week, let alone go out in the cold, mittens and all, just to take pictures of a sleeping tree.
though not much changed…for the tree that is (amazing what happens in a life in 6 weeks), i shall never forget how much i enjoyed this process, the camaraderie that comes with being on flickr, and the chance to meet new people.
a pair of canopied beds via house beautiful. these twin beds and the bird egg canvas are what started me off on a quest to find the other images assembled here. i think the fabrics are quadrille's trilby and fiorentina.
adam fuss (one of my favorite photographers) daguerreotype moth via artnet
a bracelet cum handbag embroidered by lesage – the haute-couture embroidery workshop that created beaded wonders for chanel and is now owned by the house of chanel. a christian lacroix necklace. with its cascading, brightly colored gemstones, it looks just like one she may have worn for this portrait.
instead of noticing the distorted proportions of her figure as so many others have, what i notice are the sensual fabrics, the texture and colors, the fur she's lying on, the silk curtains, the peacock feather fan and hookah, the pattern and passementerie of her turban, and the jewel in her hair.
i love the original, but i also appreciate how contemporary artists have interpreted this exotic beauty, like the brilliant
going back in time to the unfinished painting of madame recamier (more on her later) by jacques-louis david, we see what may have inspired ingres to paint his odalisque.
portrait of madame récamier by jacques-louis david
the reason this painting went unfinished is because david learned she had commissioned one of his pupils – gerard – to also paint her.
madame récamier by francois gerard
what especially draws me to these two paintings is the furniture. this type of sofa or day bed or whatever you want to call it is one she liked to recline on, and was ultimately named after her, hence the recamier we know today.
another ingres i love…
the valpinçon bather
and daniel gastaud's homage combining feathers (yes these are feathers. click on the link.) and a photograph on plexiglass.
what i find so interesting is how different artists interpret the same subject. don't you?
i have a thing for trays, and not because i like things looking tidy. well now that i think about it, that's precisely the reason why…not that things are even remotely tidy around here. however, i also think trays are like a platform begging for you to display your decorative objects, even if this be keys and bills. here are some favorites.
rablab's crystal & 24k gold and sterling silver trays
we planted the seeds for this year's flower garden last week. the first thing i do now when i get up in the morning is to check in on them. the zinnias, morning glory and cosmos have already germinated, and some have their second pair of leaves. this time, we're using a heating mat, which has made all the difference. there are some rudbeckia that, according to the package, may take 1 to 3 months to germinate, but i think i see tiny leaves already.
page after page of robert polidori's photography book titled havana is filled with elegantly decaying architecture, peeling stucco and crumbling building facades.
these rooms are interesting to me for their sherbert colors and the carpet-like effect of the tile, which reminds me of another book havana tile designs that contains examples of tile produced in havana during the early 20th century.
but i digress…
his work has a visceral appeal, for i feel as if i'm there now in this room.
i can hear the breeze coming through the open shuttered doors, and feel
“Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn’t do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.” Mark Twain