“Terry was everywhere in the 60s – he knew everything and everyone that was happening” Keith Richards
Before the annual Academy Awards show each year here in Los Angeles, there are many nostalgia – themed shows and articles remembering stars and icons from previous eras. It’s almost as if the past is more glamorous and impossibly cool than the present, and the stars of today are just waiting for enough time to pass when they too, will immortalized by one or two memorable photographs. Arguably, there is no greater documenter of cool than the amazing Terry O’Neill. His snap of Brigitte Bardot with the wind whipping her hair is one of the most famous shots of one of the most famous icons. There is a new reprint out with hundreds of his mesmerizing photographs, “Terry O’Neill, Introduction by Dylan Jones” published by ACC Editions. I want it! I could look at his photos endlessly. He is 75 years old and still going strong. Oh, the stories he could tell… but he won’t…
“I’ve been repeatedly asked to write my autobiography – I have seen an awful lot of famous people at their best and worst – but I’m not interested in making money trading their secrets or mine. I want my pictures to tell a story not sell a story.” Terry O’Neill
I just got back (sob) from Paris and France. From Los Angeles, a non-stop flight to Charles de Gaulle may not be the longest flight there is, but 10 hours to arrive and an 11 hours return trip isn’t exactly a walk in the park. I decided quite awhile ago to try to combine the best of both worlds while flying; a stylish, put together look that manages to be comfortable and still look like you haven’t slept in it when you queue up in customs. In fact, this year I went a bit far and wore Michael Kors sky-high platform sandals (which looked great, but I wasn’t so happy with my choice when I ended up running to the international terminal to catch my flight!!)
So I have to say I agree with J.J. Martin, the author of the Wall Street Journal article “An Argument for Flying in High Style.” In fact, I may even wear a faux fur overcoat she suggests on my next flight (considering the extremely high rainfall for May in Paris!)
Look at how they used to treat air travel, in the day….
For me at least, any travel is worth it, and I want to look good going there and when I’m walking in the rain.
I particularly like the Patchwork dresses I’ve been seeing.. they remind me of collage and layering in art forms. It is something tricky to achieve in both fashion and art. What clashes… and what is harmonious together?
I think the use of black and white makes it much easier to pattern clash. It is something I should try as I usually use a lot of color.
Below is one of my newer more “earthy” patchwork pieces. For now it is only available in my Etsy store (click on the image to visit my store!) as I have too many industrious activities going on and keeping up with them is exhausting (my life functions as a patchwork as well!) I think it is most beautiful as a canvas.
But please take your time to peruse my website, where I have many images not on etsy:
And as Autumn is near, of course I think of Paris, and this seems to represent a piece of a patchwork memory of Paris… It is time to go again. YAY!
The Rolling Stones are celebrating their 50 years in show business, as I recently read in the Wall Street Journal. It was interesting to be reminded that the Stones’ early style was very natural, as in, one could almost say JCrew-ish? I have to say that I prefer Mr. Jaggar in those clothes in that era. A most beautiful English lad! Here is what phtographer Gered Mankovitz said about their style in the early days:
“In late 1965, when I first shot them, it was against the band ethos to dress up too much,” said rock photographer Gered Mankowitz, who toured with the band that year, and shot Stones album covers such as 1965’s “Out of Our Heads” and ’67’s “Between the Buttons.” “There wasn’t a lot of difference between their off- and onstage style, really. The look was natural, real—not flashy. Part of their visual strength was their individuality. And each had their own look.”
Although I also must say I love their jumpsuit and cape wearing in the years that were to follow, I think their classic look fit their youth well.
Click to view more fabulous Rolling Stones looks! May they Rock and Roll forever!!!
It’s been a long time between blog posts for me. I’ve had a bit of computer burn-out. Time always runs short, and I need to replenish by thinking and making things. Sometimes making things that have no use at all. There is a beauty in that, like the beauty of Bjork. I am so thrilled and grateful each and everytime I sell something, but getting it out there in cyberland takes many hours sitting in front of the computer. In fact, right now, instead of working, I read this fascinating article on what inspires Bjork; everything from music to the rain forests. I think it is well worth the time to find out about what inspires Bjork, because she is a true original creative force. I don’t always love all of her music, but I always love her and her strange beauty. She inspires me!
Click on this image to read and listen to some of the many things that inspire Bjork from this fabulous article on the guardian.uk website, written by Rebecca Nicholson.
You can also find images of her best fashion choices! Of course, the famous “Swan Dress” is there!
As I write this post on my iPad, I acknowledge that I love the digital age as much as we all do, and there is no doubt that digital photography is one of the most important advances ever. Well, except for maybe the release of the Kodak “Brownie” camera. It was the first portable camera; the first to bring photography to everyone. You just took your photos, and sent the whole camera in, then Kodak sent you back your photos and a newly loaded camera!
I loved learning the challenge of film photography; the chemistry, the skill, the tricks of a double exposure, and sadly, it is now basically extinct. I own quite a few expensive cameras that are now worthless! (a short meditation on the nature of acquiring “things!”) and in reality, digital pixels don’t really replicate a true analog image. Somehow, something is missing!
It looks like Kodak will soon be no more, so here are some retro memories to honor “The Eastman Kodak Co.”
Lastly, I have included a COLOR FILM ANALOG photograph I took about 3 years ago, when I went around my local area taking pictures of old California style Bungalows at night. Sadly, they too, are dissapearing!!!! And NO, NOT ANY Photoshopping!!!!
In French, “window shopping” is translated literally as “licking the windows” (leche-vitrines) as in, Je adore faire du lèche-vitrines pendant la période de Noël (I adore window shopping at Christmas time.) But after taking a break from my blog (and work) to have an extended stay in the City of Light, I can tell you that they have the BEST window displays there, bar none. You WILL want to lick the windows. The most amazing little stores, remarkably small and perhaps largely unnoticed, design a small feast for the senses for those who take the time to stop and look. It’s just how they do things in France (I never thought taking art education out of the public schools was a good idea. Ask the French about it!)
One late Sunday night (yes, I said Sunday) around midnight, I was walking back to my apartment in the 6eme and I saw a women, working alone late in her little hat boutique, designing her new window display for the following week. She would make the most incremental adjustments of the hats, then walk in the street to take a look, then go back and move things a teeny bit more. It was very late, but apparently, very important. That is why it is worth “licking the windows” in Paris! Thank God the French don’t like to change!
Here are just a few of the windows I photographed; mostly I was focused on photographing small Parisians scenes to embellish for my store. Take a look, they will be added soon!
And here is a photo of the flowers in bloom at the Jardin du Luxembourg (in October, no less) that will giving me endless inspiration for happy, joyous color.
If you have ever studied another language, one of the first things you need to grasp completely is that you CANNOT translate phrases word for word from your language. That is not learning the language! Which is why the phrase “I miss Paris” never rolls off my tongue quickly enough. To miss Paris, or anyone, they must be “missed to you.” Last night I saw a House Hunters International on apartment hunting in Paris (a daunting task, of course) and today I saw a wonderful article about a new exhibition of Gertrude and The Brother’s Stein’s art collection. (If you saw “Midnight in Paris” you were probably amused by Kathy Bates’ portrayal of Gertrude and that fabulous copy of Picasso’s painting he did of her!) The exhibition, “The Stein’s Collect” is at the Museum of Modern Art in San Francisco, then travels to New York, and finally Paris, where it all began. From the Wall Street Journal article:
For several years, almost the only places in Paris where one could go to see collections of works by Pablo Picasso and Henri Matisse were Gertrude and Leo’s (and later Alice’s) weekly Saturday-evening salons on rue de Fleurus, and Sarah and Michael’s the same evening on the rue Madame. Eventually, “everybody” came—writers, musicians, cafe society and the gay demimonde, foreign searchers after the new, and the artists the Steins collected.
The Steins were such influential and astute art collectors that they managed to have owned some of the most beautiful and important paintings ever created, such as these two glorious Matisse portraits. They are breathtaking!
So I’m sure you can understand why I have learned to say correctly “Paris me manque” whilst my head is thinking: “Paris is missed to me!”
If you have a website, blog, store, tumblr, twitter, etsy, or any other online enterprise, you know you are always thinking about them and working on them. It is a lot of work! Sometimes I just want to think about my chihuahua, so I make art pieces with her and they make me happy. I just turned this Warhol version of Jodi the Chihuahua into a small canvas for my store at http://shop.trolleyla.com. Maybe it will make you happy too!
This past weekend I visited MOCA, Los Angeles to see “The Artist’s Museum” and “Supersensorial”. It’s a bold, colorful, exuberant experience which I highly recommend (apparently, the gala opening night was quite the event…even Chloe Sevigny was there, who I just featured in a post.) The “Artist’s Museum” is particularly relevant to the artistic dialogue here in Los Angeles. We have an abundant wealth of talent here, both in faculty and graduates of our great art schools. (Which I have been lucky to attend!)
The blurb on MOCA’s website explains:
The Artist’s Museum showcases works by 146 artists who have helped shape the artistic dialogue in Los Angeles since the founding of MOCA over 30 years ago. Based on MOCA’s world-renowned permanent collection, supplemented by key loans from local collectors and artists, this special presentation features over 250 works, including a number of new projects made especially for this occasion. Representing the diversity and uniqueness of the Los Angeles community, the exhibition highlights important works from legendary L.A. artists who remain vital and influential alongside those emerging from renowned local art schools, visionary artists associated with various street cultures and subcultures, and crossover artists connected to performance, music, and film.
It is an eclectic collection of paintings, sculptures, drawings, photographs, video and installation art made by L.A. artists (including a section dedicated to looping classic DEVO videos!)
“Supersensorial: Experiments in light, color and space” was also installed at the Geffen, a survey of Latin artists using light and space as image and sensory art. It was a fantastic immersion into enviornments, and a great juxtaposition for the “Artist’s Museum” curation. Believe it or not, there is actually a small swimming pool installed at the Geffen, with disposible bathing suits available, if you feel inclined to go swimming (the kids loved it!)
One of the pieces I particularly liked was the video art/paintings of Jeremy Blake. The documentation with the video quoted Blake as saying he wanted to find a way to make painting “louder…more electric.” It was a beautiful, mesmerizing piece, and when I returned home later I googled him to learn more. It was then that I realized he was JEREMY BLAKE, the artist who committed suicide in 2007 after losing his soul mate, Theresa Duncan, just a week before to suicide. I’m sure many of you remember this tragic and haunting story of these two lovely and talented artists. I spent a lot of time rereading their story; I have been deeply affected by seeing his art, and realizing just how hard it can be to make sense of the world. There is a great article written in New York Magazine about them you can read here if you are intersted.
Rest in peace, Theresa and Jeremy.