Posts from the ‘Paris’ Category
This fragment jumped off the shelf at me when I looking for Fez Textiles in Paris this past June. Probably Greek late 18th to Early 19th C– a fabulous piece of inspiration- long and narrow with 3 odd but delightful patterns embroidered in silk and metallic threads on a homespun linen. Bellow are details of the embroidery.
If these images were books; and if I organized my books by color, they would be mixed on my shelf with: Wonders of Rome- Eternally Beautiful, Grey Cheeked Parakeets and Furnishing the Colonial and Federal House. And, if I had the job of naming paint colors, I would name them: Lubinus Brown, Melton Gold, and Brønderslev Blue.
I took this photo one morning in Paris. It is the remains of my coffee bowl. Tasseography is Fun!
This is a painting my boyfriend found at Clignancourt. It is nice to have a photo and not another painting. It is nice to have a photo and not another painting–an affirmation for the horder. You can switch out painting for anything else.
A favorite stain glass window, in the crypt at Chartres.
When in Paris this summer, we took a day trip to Chartres. The cathedral is having a clean up– restoration and painting to emulate that of the 13th century polychromy. It was a bit of a shock to see it. The contrast between light and dark new and old. One does find a sense of reverence there. For me, it is for the craftsmen working now and then those of the past that built it. Many of whom would have worked on it their entire lives.
Clouds and moon like the Rococo in June — after dinner at the Marché des Enfants Rouge –a favorite.
The term Toile de Jouy is used, I was told by a textile dealer at Clignancourt, to describe all toiles of this type regardless of the location of the factory production– like Nantes–as in toile de Nantes. From Paris, I took the train to Jouy-en-Josas where the Oberkampf factory was set up in the 1750’s to print their cotton fabrics. When I arrived, it was just me at the Museum of Toile de Jouy and when I left there were a couple of ladies. The museum has a wonderful archive of toile de jouy– a few you can see below.
Finally, I made it to see Gertrude and Alice’s building at 27 rue de Fleurus. One rainy morning I jogged from the Marais to the apartment–and took some photos. It being garbage day made it all feel a bit unremarkable, so I went on and ran through the Luxembourg Gardens imaging Gertrude stomping thru in her sandals and brown corduroy with her dog, Basket.
I can’t get enough of all the beautiful shades of yellow flowers.
