My true love sent to me, macaroons and bonbons on a Christmas tree… under the stained glass dome at the Galeries Lafayette, Paris IX xxxxx love Aliss
From the Dior Show at Musée des Arts Décoratifs: One alcove in the floor-to-ceiling cathedral of mousselines or toiles (second wing of the exhibit) one of my favorite rooms… These are preliminary muslin versions of couture designs to test life-size patterns before cutting more expensive fabrics. Almost more beautiful than the final garment…
The good news… “Sublime” doesn’t begin to describe this show, staged with loving reverence for detail: 300 haute couture creations, from the house’s establishment in 1947 to the present, iconic photographs by Richard Avedon and others, every accessory imaginable (hats, jewelry, bags, shoes, perfume bottles), illustrations and sketches, plus a selection of paintings, furniture and art objects… (Salvador Dali, Buste rétrospectif d’une femme et La Chaise atmosphérique, 1933)
A tribute to high style, tradition, craftsmanship, marketing savvy, and sheer French genius.
For a quick glimpse:
In a palette arranged by color, I fell for these miniatures in B&W
and this classic shape in pale blue:
The bad news: You may not see very much of the show. Even with a “fast pass” ticket bought via internet, you will stand in line outside for at least 30 minutes, again at the cloak room if you have a backpack or large bag, then you will try to climb the stairs against a stream of fleeing attendees (you’ll understand why in a minute) only to shuffle two or three-abreast through a series of dark under-ventilated chambers linked by bottleneck passageways, straining to see the displays over heads and between shoulders. At the end of this ordeal you come to a narrow stairway down to a lower level of less crowded larger rooms, where you can catch your breath. Exiting this wing and crossing the lobby, you access another stairway leading up to a reading room on the left and another series of crowded rooms linked by bottle necks on your right, finally opening into the muslin cathedral mentioned above, and then a vast space called the “Dior Ballroom” where you can move around and admire exquisite gowns, historic portraits, and red carpet film footage of celebrities and royalty in Dior.
I’m sure it cost a fortune to mount this event, so its success is great for Les arts décos and for Paris. It’s unfortunate, however, that the museum staff in charge of ticketing and crowd control have so little respect for their audience. There are actual mathematical formulas to calculate flow in small spaces and set up schedules:
Why isn’t this taken into consideration? Trip advisor comments describe people fainting, disabled visitors who can’t navigate the passageways, long-distance travelers giving up at the entrance and leaving.
TIP: Judging by the graph on the museum FB page, the best time to plan a visit is 11am on weekends. http://www.facebook.com/lesartsdecoratifs/
Potential idea: other sites like the Parc Asterix post notices at the entrance when the crowds are overwhelming: “Complet” (SRO), so you can still enter, but in full knowledge of what to expect.
Courage! xxxxx Aliss
Double rainbow stretching for miles across a plain in Picardie, near the Champagne region, a battle ground for hundreds of years, notably in WWI…
Reminding us that beauty is always imminent, our eyes perceive it when sunlight strikes a curtain of rain at just the right angle, but it’s always there all around us…
Spur of the moment participation in the third annual Rosendale Mermaid Parade, a fund raiser for local pool, theater, and Farmers’ Market (Photo Matt Atkinson). Some views: Paraders gathering in the park behind mainstreet (photo Lewis Primo)Seahorse in front of the bandstand (Photo Heather Lang)Paraders wow main street (Photo Lewis Primo)(Photo Matt Atkinson, all other photos by me)
Thank you people of Rosendale! So long for now from the mermaids! xxxxx Aliss
Small town in New York state, two houses on main street, one with flags from Russia, the US, and Hungary over a sign in English, Spanish, and Arabic that says, “It doesn’t matter where you’re from, we’re glad you’re our neighbor” and right next door, huge red flag with the name of Pres. 45 and a picture of him in the front window, snarling…
I wonder how these neighbors get along? Scenes from our on-going American sit-com…
Stay tuned! xxxxx Aliss
Davenport Farm stand, flowers and fresh produce, Stoneridge, NY… to be continued xxxxx Aliss
A state you dare not enter
with hopes of staying
quicksand in the marshes, and all
the roads leading to a castle
that doesn’t exist.
But there it is, as promised,
with its perfect bridge above
and its doors forever open.
— Stephen Dunn