Showing posts with label songs. Show all posts
Showing posts with label songs. Show all posts

Tuesday, March 17, 2015

Heads up

photo Denis Gliksman, Inrap
The tomb of a Celtic prince dating from the 5th century BC was recently discovered in the Champagne region of France.
I haven't made any such monumental discoveries but
do seem to keep coming across interesting faces these days.

photo: Le style et la matière
Foire de Chatou

quot capita, tot sensus

"So many heads, so many opinions," said Terrence.

photo: Le style et la matière
Foire de Chatou
And Youtube says that cats will change your outlook. 
I hear that in the US, Uber  delivers kittens like call-girls or clowns to offices 
for entertainment between 12 and 4pm. Am I the only one to find that unpleasantly odd?
Cats at your service?

photo: Le style et la matière
Musée de Cluny
 A regretful monster squelched under the unrelentingly firm hold of
St Margaret's foot in a painted panel of the saint from the 13th century.

photo: Le style et la matière
Musée de Cluny
Carvings of the kings of Judah were from the facade of Notre Dame de Paris c.1220.
These statuary heads served as foundation filler for post-revolutionary construction. 

photo: Le style et la matière
Musée de Cluny
Sable from the Middle Ages;
its handsome coat aside, the marten has an expressive face.

photo: Le style et la matière
Musée de Cluny
Rock crystal lions

photo: Le style et la matière
Musée de Cluny
A child's moony face carved in
chalcedony from 2nd century Rome.

photo: Le style et la matière
Musée de Cluny
Reliquary busts

photo: Le style et la matière
The holy family c.1500 Alsace
Musée de Cluny
Tu m'as fait tourner la tête....
Gentle, dear!

And as silly as it might be, all this relative roundness has me humming
"Mon manège à moi"


Saturday, January 7, 2012

Homeward bound

                                                                  Kaladj




The dimming of the light makes the picture clearer

It's just an old photograph
There's nothing to hide
When the world was just beginning
I memorized a face so it's not forgotten
I hear the wind whistlin'
Come back anytime
And we'll mix our lives together
Heaven knows- what keeps mankind alive
Every hand- goes searching for its partner
In crime- under chairs and behind tables
Connecting- to places we have known
I'm looking for a
Home- where the wheels are turning
Home- why I keep returning
Home- where my world is breaking in two
Home- with the neighbors fighting
Home- always so exciting
Home- were my parents telling the truth?
Home- such a funny feeling
Home- no-one ever speaking
Home- with our bodies touching
Home- and the cam'ras watching
Home- will infect what ever you do
We're Home- comes to life from outa the blue
Tiny little boats on a beach at sunset
I took a drink from a jar
and into my head
Familiar smells and flavors
Vehicles are stuck on the plains of heaven
I see their wheels spinning round
and everywhere
I can hear those people saying
That the eye- is the measure of the man
You can fly- from the stuff that still surrounds you
We're home- and the band keeps marchin' on
Connecting- to every living soul
Compassion- for things I'll never know

Album: Everything That Happens Will Happen Today

Thursday, December 22, 2011

Ox and donkey



                                           Acoustix77



Entre le boeuf et l'âne gris
Dort, dort, dort le petit fils
Mille anges divins, mille séraphins
Volent à l'entour de ce grand Dieu d'amour.


Between the ox and the gray donkey
Sleeps, sleeps, sleeps the little son
A thousand divine angels, a thousand seraphim 
Fly round this great God of love.

Friday, June 17, 2011

Homey



Smalltalk
from Hundred Little Reasons
a Brighton-based Ukulele Band







More here

Thursday, March 3, 2011

5bis



Outside, marks of affection from his fans.


Inside, nothing much has changed.
 
2 avril 1928 - 2 mars 1991
 
these pictures and more from: Serge Gainsbourg Legende
 




Oh je voudrais tant que tu te souviennes
Cette chanson était la tienne
C'était ta préférée
Je crois
Qu'elle est de Prévert et Kosma

Et chaque fois les feuilles mortes
Te rappellent à mon souvenir
Jour après jour
Les amours mortes
N'en finissent pas de mourir

Avec d'autres bien sûr je m'abandonne
Mais leur chanson est monotone
Et peu à peu je m' indiffère
A cela il n'est rien
A faire

Car chaque fois les feuilles mortes
Te rappellent à mon souvenir
Jour après jour
Les amours mortes
N'en finissent pas de mourir

Peut-on jamais savoir par où commence
Et quand finit l'indifférence
Passe l'automne vienne
L'hiver
Et que la chanson de Prévert

Cette chanson
Les Feuilles Mortes
S'efface de mon souvenir
Et ce jour là
Mes amours mortes
En auront fini de mourir

Wednesday, February 24, 2010

A Fair Day for Eileen Gray



At just about this time last year, Eileen Gray's Fauteuil aux Dragons became the second highest selling piece of decorative art ever sold at auction at the "sale of the century" - the Yves Saint Laurent-Pierre Bergé collection at Christie's. Estimated between 2 and 3 millions, it sold for 22 million euros to Parisian Gallery owner, Cheska Vallois for an unnamed client (erroneously reported as Henry Kravis). A table by Gray, Enfilade, also part of the collection, fetched a pretty penny as well. Gray is in the spotlight these days for continuing prowess in the auction house world and because of the renovation of her villa E-1027 at Rocquebrune.

It is interesting to see how history has bestowed a position of esteem on this stubborn rebel of the design world. She was a woman of her time - a fascinating and troubled time of the first decades of the 20th century when anything seemed possible and change in everything seemed necessary  - and yet she was apart. A woman in furniture design and architecture, an Irishwoman in France, an aristocrate in a bohemian setting - one has to believe she enjoyed setting herself apart. She was shy - and yet she intrepidly followed her own beliefs and interpreted her epoch as only she could. Her work is based on symbolic conceptions and ideals that went beyond form and surface and which gave fire to her exceptional design talent.



The Dragon Chair is an example of her interest in Oriental philosophy. Christie's lot description states,"the dragon has a history in Chinese iconography as a symbol of strength and goodness, with the power to protect and to guard. The dragon is often illustrated toying with a pearl (zhu) which in turn is a symbol of strength associated with the moon and with thunder.... The entire sculptural form of the present armchair could be interpreted as representing a pearl within its shell, encircled by the dragons." A designer really couldn't provide a client with better or more flattering comfort.
 

Eileen Gray came to settle in Paris in 1902 as a young Irish woman of 24 after attending the Slade School of Art in London as one of its first female students. She was from a somewhat forward-looking family of title and means with certain artistic propensities; her father was an amateur painter. She continued to study drawing in Paris at the Académies Colarosi and Julian, then made a turn toward the decorative arts by furthering her knowledge of lacquer techniques, her medium of choice during the first part of her career. What could be more suitable to her reserved, thoughtful personality than this ancient and painstaking method that requires a perfectly smooth surface as a base, then layer upon  layer of resine to achieve an exquisitely profound finish? Seizo Sougawara initiated Gray to this craft in 1907 making her the first of her generation  to use lacquer techniques for modern expression, rather than restoration of traditional chinoiserie  decors. Gray worked with  Sougawara for four years before leaving him to his next student, Jean Dunand ! (gazette-drouot). If Grey was reserved, she didn't let it stop her from doing the things she wanted to do. She was interested in new possibilities of her age and  piloted planes, drove fast cars, manned an ambulance during the beginning of WWI, but most importantly, she had the guts to march to her own beat as a designer.



Symbolism was important in her refined and luxurious early work. How appropriate that this picture in her tender youth shows her face elegantly framed by peacock feathers. With its numerous connotations, the very deorative peacock is symbol of immortality and ressurrection; its flesh was said never to decay, its eye-patterned feathers were supposed all-seeing and protective. Was it Eileen Gray's discretion then, reclusive character, that made it possible to forget her for a long period during her own lifetime? Or the fact than her limited production stayed in the hands of the few? She was known and recognized as an innovator until the late 1930s, then forgotten for most of the second half of her long life. In the years just prior to her death in 1976,  her work came out of hiding thanks to exhibits and sales which signaled the revival of interest in
"art deco" years.



The lacquer and mother-of-pearl panel Magicien de la Nuit or Om Mani Padme Hum was displayed at the 1913 Salon des Artists Décorateurs. It was here that Jacques Doucet, one of the foremost couturiers of the era and enlightened collector/bibliophile first saw Gray's work. The title  makes reference to one of the most famous Buddhist mantras. Tibetian monks believe that repeating it out loud or silently to oneself  invokes the powerful benevolent attention and blessings of Chenrezig, the embodiment of compassion (Dharma-haven). Doucet's knowledge of ancient Chinese art must have made him even more receptive to this work. He sought immediately to meet Gray; commissions and important introductions followed.

Le Destin

 
A duel-faced screen, Le Destin, is dated 1914 and was acquired by Doucet in that year. In 1912 he had sold off his 18th century antique furnishings in an historic auction and embarked on a creative collecting adventure with contemporary artists and designers.  Doucet is even credited with funding the budding Surrealist movement, since he hired Louis Aragon and André Breton to advise him in building his art collection and his library.  He chose Pierre Legrain and Paul Ruaud for his new interior decoration in order to harmonize new acquisitions and express his tastes for the avant-garde, integrating his collections of tribal and ancient oriental art.

The other side of the screen, Le Destin, shows swirling geometry 

Doucet was one of Gray's first and most important patrons. It was through his own sale-of-the-century, the 1972 auction of his collections by Hôtel Drouot, that Eileen Gray was rediscovered.
Yves Saint Laurent entered the competition for the screen which broke sales records of the time. My sources cannot confirm that he was successful in acquiring it.

Doucet's salon as shown in L'Illustration 1930

  He counted La Charmeuse de serpent by Douanier Rousseau and
Les Demoiselles d'Avignon de Picasso among his exceptional collection of paintings.
Pictured here is Gray's table Bilboquet next to a Marcel Coard canapé.




The Bilboquet table - it's name refers to the game of cup and ball.


 
Doucet's Cabinet d'Orient

Doucet had particular interest in ancient Chinese art and undoubtedly appreciated Gray's 
use of oriental symbols and iconography. The central piece is Gray's tasselled Lotus Table.
The screen, Le Destin was also placed in this room.


Lotus table

  The lotus is a recurrent theme for Gray and Doucet. The roots of a lotus are in the mud, the stem grows up through the water, and the heavily scented flower lies pristinely above the water, basking in the sunlight. This growth pattern indicates the progress of the soul from the primeval mud of materialism, through the waters of experience, and into the bright sunshine of enlightenment. (religionfacts)


Her most ambitious decoration project to date came in 1919 from Mme Mathieu Lévy, owner of a
celebrated millinery salon, Suzanne Talbot. Mme Lévy is photographed here by Baron de Meyer in her new surroundings. Gray had free run in her rue de Lota apartment and the result was spectacularly
glamorous and architectural.
The Dragon Armchair comes from this interior.


A clearer view of the dug-out canoe shaped daybed raised on twelve arched feet


and finished in textured brown lacquer and silver leaf. 


One of the most interesting inventions for the over-long hall of the apartment was the use of textured lacquer blocks set against the walls like bricks. Halfway down the room, the  blocks folded out perpendicular to the wall and broke up the otherwise awkward space.



This idea gave birth to free standing block screens which Gray was to use elsewhere. Hector Guimard
of art nouveau fame is said to have had one of these screens.
The road to architecture is not far off.
*
Eileen Gray was later to reject theses highly luxurious creations as she moved toward functional, socially-aware designs and even shuddered at the tassels on the Lotus table. That doesn't mean we can't enjoy it. Though her objectives changed, she was always a highly thoughtful and sensuous designer.
*
The Irishwoman who lived all her adult life in France and died as she wished, alone in her rue Bonaparte apartment, was buried in the famous cimetière Père-Lachaise. A telephone call to the cemetery has informed me that her plot was not renewed in 1998.
"Ca n'existe plus!"
With no offspring and a solitary life I guess it was to be expected,
but somehow, I don't think she'd mind.

***

What music was Eileen Gray listening to in these years? Probably to her close friend Damia
while wearing a Poiret gown.




for more on Eileen Gray:
Eileen Gray Designer and Architect by Philippe Garner
Eileen Gray by Caroline Constant
Apollo In Search of Eileen Gray
National Museum of Ireland

Photos: Christie's, Apollo, L'Illustration, Eileen Gray Designer and Architect

Monday, February 8, 2010

Musical interlude with Charles Trenet



"When we're short on idées, we say  la la la la la lay..."
Or so it goes in the song L'ame des poetes. And from someone who was never short on ideas or clever words. So - since I've been waiting for the right moment to share some wonderful songs -the time has come to  propose a musical interlude with songs from Charles Trenet, the singer song-writer who said
Je fais mes chansons comme un pommier fait ses pommes.
I make my songs like an apple tree makes its apples.

The nearly 1000 songs he wrote and performed over his 75 year career were joyful, fresh, and full of poetry. This be-hatted music hall legend was known as the Fou Chantant and his repertoire often included use of onomatopoeia and tongue twisters in lyrics as well as soulful poetry sung in his rich, round voice. He insisted on performing mostly his own songs at a time when this was rare. He did also perform songs he had composed with lyrics by the poet Verlaine.


photo alain2x

Charles Trenet was born in Narbonne on the 18th of May 1913 in this "dear old house with the green shutters" where "there are memories lying in every drawer."  The house was undoubtedly one of his great sources of inspiration and haunts some of his more nostalgic works. He said of his first home,
je dis toujours de mes autres maisons qu'elles m'appartiennent, mais celle de Narbonne, c'est la seule à laquelle j'appartiens...
I always say that my other houses belong to me, but the house in Narbonne is the only one I can really say I belong to...

You knew I would get something in about the HOME if I could, didn't you?

Here's a sampling of songs, some from films others that are simple recordings like this first one that is especially beautiful.

L'ame des poetes 
 
Longtemps, longtemps, longtemps
Long, long, long ago
Après que les poètes ont disparu
After poets are no more
Leurs chansons courent encore dans les rues
Their songs echo still through the streets
La foule les chante un peu distraite
The crowd sings them absent mindedly
En ignorant le nom de l'auteur
Without knowing the author's name
Sans savoir pour qui battait leur cœur
Without knowing who made their heart pound
Parfois on change un mot, une phrase
Sometimes we change a word, a phrase
Et quand on est à court d'idées
And if we're short on ideas
On fait la la la la la la
We say la la la la la la....



Romance de Paris   - le jeune et beau garçon !


Le soleil a rendez-vous avec la lune


Quand j'étais petit


Que reste-t-il de nos amours?


For more,  follow to  Mam'zelle Clio and click on animation flash.

Thursday, December 24, 2009

chanter noël

Two different moods for these Christmas songs: the first is the oldest known French chant de Noël the other from New Orleans:

Entre le bœuf et l’âne gris artist unknown
complete with skips and pictures I wouldn't have wished, but very pretty. Just close your eyes to listen.






'Zat you Santa Claus    Ingrid Lucia



Tuesday, March 31, 2009

The room was singing love songs...

Here is a nostalgic song with a sweet melody that was interpreted to perfection by Frank Sinatra in 1947. The lyrics too are sweet -- and slightly silly. It talks about a couple going in and out of love and a room that reacts with sorrow or glee. The whole spirit is childlike and magical and just a touch melancholy.