tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29228687061656783962024-03-12T22:56:48.446-04:00SAVOIR FAIREFor the Chosen FewDavid Tomshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13181690917362173400noreply@blogger.comBlogger509125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2922868706165678396.post-19283557422807230012012-04-20T14:54:00.003-04:002012-04-20T14:54:59.127-04:00You Might Have Been WonderingWhere I have been??<br />
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More to come!<br />David Tomshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13181690917362173400noreply@blogger.com31tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2922868706165678396.post-47582125255422574192012-02-01T20:00:00.000-05:002012-02-02T20:10:42.664-05:00Along the Silk Road<div><div><br />Before the long standing conflict in Afghanistan, one would be forgiven for thinking that a culturally and artistic civilization ever existed there. One would also be forgiven for not thinking that at one stage Kabul was ever called the Paris of Central Asia. During the 1960’s Kabul was developing a vibrant cosmopolitan mood that was once an exotic destination for the world’s fashion elite.<br /><br />Kabul was emerging as a vibrant destination full of teaming traffic, fashionable stores, and an endless procession of young Americans and Europeans looking for adventure. Centuries old bazaars, Moghul gardens, museums and restaurants all added to this tapestry, along the so-called hippie trail.</div><div><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704149827337936194" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFAOdP-IAD8vpsVflFWoCl8tpXeS21DAzLRaUSf2vxuPXwTepjL-A_h5-B6pQeU4bcUVjkac1ap88m4Av7OyCQqO3rJWZm_GBmRP8qKc0ewkXCqsovmpoEGZJ_LQZ-hpZKkwrfCKK8JmA/s400/080.jpg" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 384px; height: 253px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer; " /></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704149770229578306" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGVxb8SKzOIdqdpd3Sov4Ed-s_cy_e2Pp4g6oPe4b36xE_mClqNrt2Gf-7663R0kmBni8lr1SHXNDZzUwc3av8IyXSY2qMWK5NKIBDKJjSkR0Raqshw2Tnu3IyPmz0XyIagS_GxtpNxcs/s400/079.jpg" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 253px; height: 384px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer; " /></span><div>During the late 60’s authentic goat-skin coats became Afghanistan’s greatest fashion export,<br />appearing within the pages of Vogue and reinterpreted by a number of Western designers.</div><div><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704522853153492274" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6uZOiOVw130IeAkw1BTerLjKyCodmDuuYBe0aLzg5GIaQMoRJA8qnwL4tFRIbqmHHegjJ6JFVQ6S3tOWDf9YKH-HW6QsZuJJACV-3FyGgfrhKF9C9LApLxnvG-bsHjWBl2xy7HPSuDd0/s400/2.jpg" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 280px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer; " /></span>In 1969, this was the Afghanistan that greeted the American Vogue team, when they arrived at Kabul’s International airport. There to do a fashion shoot in Kabul showcasing Afghan fashion and the local sites, the result appeared in the December 1969 issue titled “Afghan Adventure”.</div><div><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704149768212282834" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5taSVK2txG_McLScjTypRUZDb20-YY5z61qvAiJvzeYbaG6uB1JSPVuG28noupRqJwv4q2gdAAHMD8vTIOV1j2fK3C-RXC6KXJuImgIUe4GQd3itdkNckXlgWT8RM5jnb8ruYlTA2GtI/s400/078.jpg" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 384px; height: 253px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer; " /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704149766355620706" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicSuYjngvUTVkhuAlxbOgvRONtxcpllED9VsLSK9j7GuBICKiwICWB_0uu9sw4mMnUKu372Sgni3vM5Fq1G2ytbk0TydiEzbO_GsQebLie5QwwXLZFsSEy2XUnCtzfHfQQ-mQ1YPjIKDo/s400/077.jpg" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 253px; height: 384px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer; " /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704149609230687890" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA34pXN3Y93Da6UrzpWw72-T9z7mrETzrgMU2xnDXpfPL1iJOoYqXHe2LZHaTbEuz_fIwryZkjXTZcs8Egn0AcJHcPjUQwqa6mLYa1F2dXti3zrGO_t0SVoB5Jqh68e_-yxasAlM5xD8M/s400/073.jpg" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 253px; height: 384px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer; " /></span><div>Models were photographed against a backdrop of ancient ruins and thriving bazaars. They</div><div>are a stunning set of photographs, playing with perspective and patterns, that paint a bright future for the country that has been ravaged by war.</div><div><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704149602426463090" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJxnaVSiogy5ixYM61AwoTdjgT4LDqX7B7jzzZaM-Xg1zZuk47py8q4_nIqmELwk17xONSBGGYAqUJCypp9d1nlM25nOoLA2eCUDw6ztgFM8LgVlORGQSJwyZxdTMxBR2Kt2RBTvgC3Hs/s400/071.jpg" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 384px; height: 253px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer; " /></span><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704149762981308418" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPDkAEGRA5XaAkG-nWDfMsbNevTKTm3fHOgQuePq7gGe0ND55xTgLtNFpue8EcuojtcSdlhLelGYVWqwLeN60Civyz1RpGVhu3S75IPkM8bj5hxrMm2E_ZmNcw7vFmRG_8ZoMfr9KTJlU/s400/076.jpg" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 253px; height: 384px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer; " /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704149576793860770" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKbUxvWv8Q1th9P1wL4mW26g1mc5xdCgaf0NbnY6HpOXlNV6FUKVym6JLHaRcMaZF3UjijmsL4jqE5pUzMqe5HLoR4-VbtWed361vjhTPVzNQVvfHI08mGk206z3zVIDz4mWPO7HrKaWQ/s400/069.jpg" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 253px; height: 384px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer; " /></span><div>The accompanying article also featured the Capital’s bright young things; amongst them a young fashion designer named Safia Tarzi.</div><div><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704523088099577298" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiitvr6qgzkmN_qtJW3kOEijCLm3BfPhu9EWCdgS7Mv7kJQBZf76ueL7M_sgrxBp4HoEkDIxF74hhO0YzQJmnCpNKRpDua_uOt-wEQLwLSXrhVDxjLYD2xkOz6kbu9ymVe554gLAuW6uh0/s400/Fashion+designer+Safia+Tarzi+in+her+Kabul+studio%252C+1969.jpg" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 400px; height: 263px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer; " /></span><div>I am not sure if the clothes pictured were local designs or imports that the crew had bought with them, however they display perfectly, the impact that the Silk Road was having on Western Culture. An impact that warranted an important magazine such as Vogue to come and photograph.</div><div><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704149755467809490" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk0Rq3TW5-mxy2eqHAM4LlZnKtigt5XsQpZQNBF9bkLFBLKk1D_Z7hXdigVuQLbPAb8l3S_uN56FfC4Zh7HZkgYSNAfr40vKAfFBZmIjnEuwP3l6ytqUEcPrqe_TDcfbPO-Yw_p1CGFek/s400/075.jpg" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 384px; height: 253px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer; " /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704149617265476354" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP4QULr2QYlVnp6Aow5Tcp5zHTwV0varhxzQPBw_54He6jrJP0mrfdD_7pMN2hsyJZGN0b2GouMGG96ZwQ6fa1x0B4cmeHGV_KMqf1weSAhuCrvhyphenhyphen8eDGl0-ifpP7Kbf43ofA5JEoPKsc/s400/074.jpg" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 384px; height: 253px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer; " /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704149602046819330" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkeA7jZk1QzSzRkt5fkKFxJVGin9kG1Y-o6w3OgzBwRzHWXtBoIZzcNah9lccpmjXgUFOJuOqwAuQ5yJkkEtg3UJte1t4PE1s8DiNeG7Lxvj7dSftpkACHl1vvRsYTYn6DSnAOWmduWXE/s400/072.jpg" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 384px; height: 253px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer; " /></span><div>The question arises, now after seeing these pictures is “What would Afghanistan be like today, if there had been no wars?”</div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>David Tomshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13181690917362173400noreply@blogger.com35tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2922868706165678396.post-54545496455580666012012-01-23T11:00:00.001-05:002012-01-23T11:00:05.655-05:00Caught in Traffic<div align="left">My apolgies fellow bloggers for the lack of posts recently, I just seem to be frightfully busy of late. Caught in traffic like our young man below!</div><div align="left"> </div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSgUdTibFD-2stT2XP5-Kc94EsoU5RCgmY7TKIv-vSvFREip9GkhcDa_lO3DoOG_aQQ2GfZrAiRpwltECBkhWOT293uaook25qIUORzDMa4hJYXlxAWtCV4V6v-2AX6EK_uGpQbNFadhw/s1600/tumblr_li4lhcjWRt1qb1gaxo1_1280.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 282px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677524729052832130" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSgUdTibFD-2stT2XP5-Kc94EsoU5RCgmY7TKIv-vSvFREip9GkhcDa_lO3DoOG_aQQ2GfZrAiRpwltECBkhWOT293uaook25qIUORzDMa4hJYXlxAWtCV4V6v-2AX6EK_uGpQbNFadhw/s400/tumblr_li4lhcjWRt1qb1gaxo1_1280.png" /></a><br /><div></div></div>David Tomshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13181690917362173400noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2922868706165678396.post-30401681411237701162012-01-09T17:53:00.000-05:002012-01-09T20:46:52.272-05:00The Father of Modern Day Perfumery<div><div style="text-align: left;">Mention the name Coty and you have a name synominous with modern day perfumery. Once at the forefront and on everyone’s lips, the company still exists however only serving as a platform for the manufacture and marketing of other brands.</div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644473949280594946" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzhclgaFCdY0dXt9OZCjQEJSYPGsH8yCHEqdWRk_Z4m-OOAO_z7ShlVzZPBMbGZ_hTrGtjc5EBvHELcfhSkI8HpH4ntk-N_NoJe8CKbBRSw_LLoDQCMqge4vmhUTZYO4WjHVp96NZTbhY/s320/AU001225.jpg" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 222px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer; " /></span>Francois Coty was both a talented perfumer and a brilliant marketer. He was the first to recognize that an attractive bottle was essential to a perfume's success. Originally collaborating with Baccarat for the packaging of his perfumes, Coty's most famous collaboration was with the great ceramist and jeweler René Lalique. Lalique designed the bottles for Coty's early scents, such as Ambre Antique and L'Origan, which became bestsellers. He also designed the labels for Coty perfumes, which were printed on a gold background with raised lettering.</div><div><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644473938099156578" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfGWJwwFYS9UEseFaJw62IPyZUnNObXkzng-vYuy4n0kG8eqtc39iMpyt4MZFf7bELHiNYDDpihhuOWOnBjXnUcfZnTgV4YMiJQcW3uCqY6GXvtUZ1t2a1ejnAvFQ_ygyURgTZSHPjsxI/s320/031021DRA_0275.jpg" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 320px; height: 239px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer; " /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644473954559710626" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH16LuwTkV9W6fPOrm2OqkclWfLsQN07cOJenSl9tHYupFXP5NVQCuedIYGkztXQMqJzdfawA6MTaKX4BemnF258MEiBm7GAkCRIZ96-nG1Jic0RP_uzOZ1dhsJRZ5Y3lBQobxR0GDOE8/s320/cotlal1916Lor.jpg" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 318px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer; " /></span><div>Coty once said; “Give a woman the best product to be made, market it in the perfect flask, beautiful in its simplicity yet impeccable in its taste, ask a reasonable price for it, and you will witness the birth of a business the size of which the world has never seen.” And how true this is!</div><div><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644474194583137186" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5gyOHX8COVxZ-RXWdzZbNkyv76Q12JyPvoQqGdJ9Bg5Ty5LGzKaqx7T75dqzzIGGAslwHfhA2CWnsDPNDXx32Ne7OQAfGr8TKwruq5zeFBEvPFW8DzrLAHPC-qHMG2i09TpGmb5s1mTE/s320/lrj_bb1.jpg" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 320px; height: 250px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer; " /></span><div>However at first Coty had a hard time getting his fragrances on the market. So like the true visionary that he was he set off to the department stores of Paris seeking shelf space where his perfumes would get better exposure and sales.</div><div><br />The story is told of how the buyer at a major Parisian department store, Grands Magasins du Louvre, refused to take Coty's new perfume. On leaving the store, Coty let drop a bottle of his fragrance, La Rose Jacqueminot. Striking the hard floor, the Lalique crystal exploded like a bomb, filling the crowded store with the scent of ... La Rose Jacqueminot.</div><div><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644474181796064690" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1i2ebiVeSIUOk4y1dfyR6h3NmJ-iPGSU6gABPgOR2C7DYp_AG4VDDJsp-FJlDrwRFvov3ZPBLcD9TMxqFCSbIrYIy67KJXwX441bA2XbSsZcSBevZISxTutaxyGbGTAoyF_Q6yqKkSJo/s320/La+Rose+by+Coty+-+1900.jpg" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 320px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer; " /></span><div>As the scent of La Rose Jacqueminot filled the air and the store a number of frenzied women (hired by Coty?) rushed around the store asking where they could buy this marvelous fragrance. The buyer for the Grands Magasins du Louvre called Coty back and a deal was made. Within days, 500 bottles of La Rose Jacqueminot were sold.</div><div><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644474203366584050" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyGGSQbygYP0xCtF7wCG1P6Kr6zqXT0vIdxheYOZ5SMU8_tm6q0VQBlVAHa5mL5S7G6GTwT_vJVgiCmDQIZDdKAJnxAgdO49z66lcD-x3wrddz8pOvbrHkMADvFQTalDzjEAhpY7-Oy1k/s320/lrj_label.jpg" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 320px; height: 318px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer; " /></span><div>Other stores got the message and hurried to obtain Coty's perfume. By 1914 Coty was a wealthy man and his company was the world's number one seller of perfume.</div><div><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644474220152652802" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpABpjFTtEGxCEu3Jl-2Gag4YtMig5MzUIlPAQLNT5U_9a8tq9EIEQGEZbbilW39862alEEGEaJlKEBV176hRNzjaakPPYGQDtcA9MQJuTJmDyDAcJwRJ4zwGN_oQ5zOkFHXQ9oFWa2w4/s320/untitlefd.png" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 294px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer; " /></span><div>By the early 70s the company had languished until being taken over by Pfizer and subsequently sold to Joh. A. Benckiser GmbH, which owns it today.</div><div><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644474212416439490" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoYXRSYXnQJ_HXrDkEkARBmGVJN3OGE0lF6wC9o211CJN_WXfGNdf2MO_JfSjgnX5Bnm6vuJPtUsgNyk-CPr672XPZzhaORUH1HnPWspL50ERtk5FXWzFUOfpzapZ4Do9AMC3ZxB-z-a8/s320/untitled.png" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 241px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer; " /></span><div>The 70’s were about the last time Coty (the company) actually cared about making real perfumes instead of regurgitating lame formulas for even lamer celebrities. The notes for Complice were left by Francois Coty before his death in 1934, hence the direct reference to him on the bottle and box. The bottle design was also made to evoke the days of yore, when Coty perfumes were poured into Lalique bottles.</div><div><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644474003041276610" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJaYxjUiMc7sgwnt-rKOd5YYd08Qd38qvNttIdlOVwF_lDq_WHwd0qPdsdswpNCHx0D8Ag87SMWmaA3phcnvFZ3kiW8pM5fgv53RBKp-qYnWJh5e-oQ02oJcRwMTULcCk98V4F0xQPE7w/s320/coty_1976_complice+vintage+perfume+ad.jpg" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 266px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer; " /></span><div>Do we thank Monsieur Coty, for what he has done in making fine perfume available to the masses?</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>David Tomshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13181690917362173400noreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2922868706165678396.post-44738459574404574572012-01-05T20:34:00.003-05:002012-01-05T20:38:19.962-05:00Family Ties par Mon Peche<div style="text-align: left;">Family Ties were never like this!</div><div><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-PITuPKZmo0pjITLymRRmng0vLWdXy3FYjknP7Ds8R25xwtnqihuBhVDRyDyV3I2XoIwRHRkuew3vXqp3p5_JvX-K6AK5WvUm31fI0-19F_SVLOmwD4MdIemqVQyJrVBeAPdBzNJrHgk/s400/800px-%2527The_Sons_of_Clovis_II%2527%252C_oil_on_canvas_painting_by_%25C3%2589variste_Vital_Luminais%252C_1880%252C_Art_Gallery_of_New_South_Wales.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694326896395126562" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 282px; " /></span><div><a href="http://monpeche.blogspot.com/2012/01/family-ties.html">http://monpeche.blogspot.com/2012/01/family-ties.html</a></div>David Tomshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13181690917362173400noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2922868706165678396.post-21370757693232197762012-01-04T17:00:00.000-05:002012-01-04T20:01:22.664-05:00Age Cannot Wither Her<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0NI3RUvgS4QUHY8sBR93EChl41fh6VgVAcqJmQbIg3u2E17o8l8P1SiEHx6ZGa0ITwxv2_Av7fe240YBbe8DgxmAbSYL71r7ieSBUV2SCWepBzLP6yEbhuuZZg3etoMaDCExH2wryVVs/s1600/Luisa+Casati+2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1Lf6x25zf8hQKbSgBqf1wZoCJEXCoQkWx2m1ywT_rW1uUamjTIebEWOlpQeALYfxQEh80PnE80mU0O3U8igZ7JAcDjh7LLuCI1BXhT3U6o2qIMerxGswRQEJ8Kr1AWYwdRdJNhuR1WTk/s1600/Marchesa_Casati_Grave_Marker.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><div><div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi0cp6UTEuaOXtaZOWdtSKRzzpacoNpfo8s-s4WW4DTkrDiSCYAvrksT0CNKH-4uWp5EDI8GKhS7hkDMZK9_vAlyoIM5MvlrLzPT6aF20AQnMF5t0c8xfoIBsVwzRUgFnw9cMYDP9LB5E/s1600/Candid+photograph+of+luisa+Casati+by+cecil+beaton%252C+ca+1954.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBTwidSjyh68JKwNYW0Cb8J1K7mcLFZdU7PUEME7zft8__t678NfjFLgsItF0QlqULKnCEfiZniY56D50aJ_WLxUTuPsyqSvRY4iFXQ6jb8_Pk4n-q2d-lvln66-uSsPlOUqZoRuiLEgs/s1600/Collages+by+Luisa+Casati%252C+ca+1950%2527s.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlH6_azjPFSZGz1fOfB6_3FH-kzQpFpe93auLwCmrVXTEpYRx-FdcmWOVqd88ibf9qAZ72FAMX4IFdzfMK31M9PC0Xtzgwap0VJLaa_zFVpTywvRW9NTrwFGxfV1u9uL-GFyHShgLBV88/s1600/tumblr_l783xmswce1qae8y9o1_5001.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a>As readers of Savoir Faire would have noticed that Marchesa Casati has featured quite frequently on the pages of Savoir Faire. Even though she died in 1957, she has long continued to be a source of inspiration to new generations of artists, designers and people with a hankering for savoir faire and personal style.</div><div><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0NI3RUvgS4QUHY8sBR93EChl41fh6VgVAcqJmQbIg3u2E17o8l8P1SiEHx6ZGa0ITwxv2_Av7fe240YBbe8DgxmAbSYL71r7ieSBUV2SCWepBzLP6yEbhuuZZg3etoMaDCExH2wryVVs/s400/Luisa+Casati+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693946486066335522" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 327px; " /></span>After mounting debts (around $326 million in today’s terms) and an auction where her most treasured possessions were sold off she fled to London. At one stage the most wealthy and scandalous woman of her times, she died virtually penniless in London in 1957. Living off the charity of friends and family and in a variety of rented rooms, she lived out her days, not forsaking any of the savoir faire that she was known for in her past. She was even rumored to be seen rummaging in dustbins searching for feathers to decorate her hair.</div><div><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649292186415448386" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlH6_azjPFSZGz1fOfB6_3FH-kzQpFpe93auLwCmrVXTEpYRx-FdcmWOVqd88ibf9qAZ72FAMX4IFdzfMK31M9PC0Xtzgwap0VJLaa_zFVpTywvRW9NTrwFGxfV1u9uL-GFyHShgLBV88/s400/tumblr_l783xmswce1qae8y9o1_5001.jpg" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 285px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer; " /></span>Her last days were also spent making collages from cut out magazines. Here the tables are turned and this time she is the artist.</div><div><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649294010428772482" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBTwidSjyh68JKwNYW0Cb8J1K7mcLFZdU7PUEME7zft8__t678NfjFLgsItF0QlqULKnCEfiZniY56D50aJ_WLxUTuPsyqSvRY4iFXQ6jb8_Pk4n-q2d-lvln66-uSsPlOUqZoRuiLEgs/s400/Collages+by+Luisa+Casati%252C+ca+1950%2527s.jpg" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 299px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer; " /></span>She still had presence though. Quentin Crisp left us a thoroughly wonderful description of her in this period<br /><br />“Quite suddenly and simply by chance, I once met a bizarre lady while taking tea with some friends in London. She arrived wearing black velvet from head to foot, her mouth painted blood red, and carrying a very tall umbrella with a decorated handle. And, you must understand, this ensemble was being worn in the middle of the day. This picturesque ruin of a woman was very tall and thin, and gave the impression of formidable strength. It was then I was introduced to the Marchesa Luisa Casati for the first and last time. She had made her entrance into that room looking wonderful and saying very little. She wasn’t beautiful—she was spectacular. Here was a woman possessing a presence one would never forget. “</div><div><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649294020601338994" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi0cp6UTEuaOXtaZOWdtSKRzzpacoNpfo8s-s4WW4DTkrDiSCYAvrksT0CNKH-4uWp5EDI8GKhS7hkDMZK9_vAlyoIM5MvlrLzPT6aF20AQnMF5t0c8xfoIBsVwzRUgFnw9cMYDP9LB5E/s400/Candid+photograph+of+luisa+Casati+by+cecil+beaton%252C+ca+1954.jpg" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 269px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer; " /></span>Her biographers Ryersson and Yaccarino tell us, "A later acquaintance recalled how Luisa invited him for gracious dinners of tinned food, and of her habit of telephoning him to ask with adventurous enthusiasm: 'I have ten shillings. Shall we have a bottle of cheap wine or go for a taxi ride?'" This was a life where money may have been squandered, but pleasure was not.<br /><br />She died at her last residence, 32 Beaufort Gardens in on 1 June 1957, aged 76 and interred in Brompton Cemetery. The quote "Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale her infinite variety" from Shakespeare's Antony and Cleopatra was inscribed on her tombstone. She was buried wearing not only her black and leopard skin finery but also a pair of false eyelashes. She shares her coffin with one of her beloved stuffed Pekinese dogs, which she was in the habit of getting stuffed when they died with the bills sent to her daughter for payment. </div></div></div></div></div></div></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665218784087466818" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1Lf6x25zf8hQKbSgBqf1wZoCJEXCoQkWx2m1ywT_rW1uUamjTIebEWOlpQeALYfxQEh80PnE80mU0O3U8igZ7JAcDjh7LLuCI1BXhT3U6o2qIMerxGswRQEJ8Kr1AWYwdRdJNhuR1WTk/s400/Marchesa_Casati_Grave_Marker.jpg" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 234px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div>David Tomshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13181690917362173400noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2922868706165678396.post-42807891901012337062011-12-21T20:00:00.000-05:002011-12-21T20:03:17.258-05:00Joy to the World<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCtwzwgQ2xSt5Ilf2aoI4rb6Dm6ghYqx6xXxi_durQGOsy6VMew3KNY-HHNOq2JzCAQZRXF360Z8XwYTRdQd2uzRUedN5r6hjUHJLYiyi67XuyrMLkVpGDtDi7l1WTbW_ywXj-hLR4LT4/s1600/Joy%252520by%252520Jean%252520Patou.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 293px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688602905313328322" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCtwzwgQ2xSt5Ilf2aoI4rb6Dm6ghYqx6xXxi_durQGOsy6VMew3KNY-HHNOq2JzCAQZRXF360Z8XwYTRdQd2uzRUedN5r6hjUHJLYiyi67XuyrMLkVpGDtDi7l1WTbW_ywXj-hLR4LT4/s400/Joy%252520by%252520Jean%252520Patou.jpg" /></a><div><div><br /><div></div></div></div></div>David Tomshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13181690917362173400noreply@blogger.com36tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2922868706165678396.post-68379260871023211122011-12-18T21:00:00.000-05:002011-12-18T21:09:47.809-05:00The Mirror Crack'd<div><div><div style="text-align: left;">I am not too sure how many of you are familiar with Tennyson’s poem “The Lady of Shalottt”. For those of you that are not it is a Victorian poem by the English poet Alfred, Lord Tennyson.</div><br />It is one of my favourite poems and has been the inspiration of many artists, writers and musicians.<br /> </div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650439878260438354" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqtmu3Ve77wXdOejYs8X1QCSQKg6713irG5a0k9vMTFV0TiyqPvTISWARJkKi8NNu5cmUIzHvHUdxMdEC-xsiS-FzOA730SWeAwizDdl0NwotDgnhjiqb4M_bKmN_wESmcAQs69Z8C6R4/s400/Lilith_.jpg" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 400px; height: 387px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer; " /></span><div>It was loosely based on the Arthurian legend of Elaine of Astolat, as recounted in a thirteenth-century Italian novella titled Donna di Scalotta. Tennyson focused on the Lady's "isolation in the tower and her decision to participate in the living world, two subjects not even mentioned in Donna di Scalotta."<br /><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650439870463184834" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-vr3D2qiV9w5DiTlflruOlWFnuMoManp5AVRU9k2bRQSaiEN6OwsMCH-LAq-_xegFBFlMQmLG46cMAtXKv0WAoi4823H8jmT2wBA23JmM0rWJqSwgmKJjIeBBrp9b8C0WXlvB7sqHRUE/s400/Lady+Macbeth_972.jpg" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 400px; height: 266px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer; " /></span><div>The Lady of Shalott lived in an island castle in a river which flowed to Camelot. She had been cursed and was doomed to constantly weave a magic web without looking directly out at the world. Instead she looks into a mirror which reflects the busy road and people of Camelot which pass by her island. Her world is changed forever when she sees the reflection of Sir Lancelot in her mirror. She stops weaving and looks out her window, toward Camelot, bringing about the curse. Which brings us to my favorite stanza in the poem.<br /><br />Out flew the web and floated wide-<br />The mirror crack’d from side to side;<br />“The curse is upon me,” cried<br />The Lady of Shalottt.<br /><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650439886742073986" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8zmnGicgVFKxxNVTk9ZTd2SVfHPZmF_ljsLFVWPjn-mRA5KyzJfZjarIqg8eFjd4tyuhcvZDNC1KeUAMU2rQuXbNhWypX1keh9ffr_xLi8Ab1hG6jMhkHJbu34DDRqKdYGQc_SAuaDRo/s400/mirror_cracked_thumb.jpg" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 400px; height: 226px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer; " /></span><div>She then leaves her island tower, finds a boat on which she writes her name, and floats down the river to Camelot. She dies before arriving. Upon the people who see her, is Lancelot who thinks she is beautiful.</div><div><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650439889522256722" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8d6_ikpRkE8a6W3J3H0HpFogNqlLcaS22IP2dsX6qGjZr6fH1YaQXOqsLxnxaDG-_VFR2wrzZD64cUp1SfuW37666UGO0AjUVny_4AszuQvCMyZ4DVseb8rgE-JxileorCc9lNpukZo0/s400/sarah-moon-sara-moon-butterflies-water-drowning.jpg" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 400px; height: 302px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer; " /></span><div>There can be many interpretations to the poem from the dilemma that faces artists, writers, and musicians: to create work about and celebrate the world, or to enjoy the world by simply living in it. I myself love it as a highly romantic and tragic story.</div><div><br />With many interpretations from a written sense it has also been the inspiration for many an artist. One artist JW Waterhouse painted 3 different pictures depicting different episodes in the poem all very different from each other. They are above in the chronological order in which they were painted.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650439649201525394" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmf67n8yBI8rqOcXfluD73m-bToIfHsGm1JPx2iWT94ilDvCiJRppvaHFsBfD2rxLq1X4UmRrT97cHhbmOWG3vxx9SlMuCAPxwubayZuInbW9-SmG6X67YibQTb7hqKmON-_LaQ_fnLQ4/s400/788px-JWW_TheLadyOfShallot_1888.jpg" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 400px; height: 305px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></span></div><div><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650439640825445170" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3SZ_SEDTf2wg2Y-yJVULi7izRo3_kUtpw7FLaf3xlXXSyjAtxT35bt9k2g1b1JngeaCfs8iHXyonHDcQoIUGM_EVEU_VmYCX4pQIBKvs5wwdOCf1ivAARo5in6rPiQMFQBJWcyXSPcqk/s400/352px-The_Lady_of_Shallot_Looking_at_Lancelot.jpg" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 235px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer; " /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650439645806227282" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEcQjpz8Ae6DwHK2Kww8QCzR3m6_keX-1JU91kisqRiPVi54hHxO0bTYpplK8sWJhwBDLtTx4Zogca-dkiKaBAeteo4a8Z0mh0VOZWYoYEY2bER58HI6CnqTXRPf9gVRNBXvv3u4SZ_LU/s400/433px-John_William_Waterhouse_-_I_am_half-sick_of_shadows%252C_said_the_lady_of_shalott.jpg" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 289px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer; " /></span><div>The first done in 1888 is one of my favorite paintings. The third and last painting is in the Art Gallery of Ontario, hanging next to my favorite picture of the Marchesa Casati. A treat for them to be both together.</div><div><br />The verse containing the words "the mirror crack'd from side to side" gave the title to one of Agatha Christie's detective stories and parts of the poem are referred to several times throughout it. The cover by Tom Adams slightly modifies one of the Waterhouse pictures, to create an intriguing bewitching cover.</div><div><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650439865970059122" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_D4qR5h1dPK9undjVx2FIHfD4gp4fzY8mb2oN-piY1tu8eRXNMxWTvySqF6LWgsmQM2mRUcuMwp2iLOK9CXFLzPi1nbTQm8pA5qxYkKGrBpSaMh-eSminMpFq9JWr1XWxmgqMtXCXJgU/s400/6539918-L.jpg" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 238px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer; " /></span><div>I always like to re-imagine things I have seen or written so how would it be if our main character were a man? Food for thought!</div></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650439597953348578" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis1Qe2mquwz3GHYRTLoYq-tHU9-9O40_WHvgJKQeuRdfA_PB-JttSO2AnU0P_pOCnutSNcK1k9tOYp5UtMQK8FAAd40bND7abIYMYIzPj7e49ADfc646MhzlI2HtOakPca5KhXJYGZwE8/s400/42-17048895.jpg" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 267px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650439658507248322" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_MwSJ4FTXztbQyn1ftLkGSxbPX1HPfj4kcyKbqM3mIID-svuq8y4kE2TiDmT0Sehmkj6kj0PomTTTRHKO74ipZV98llXsuEG-BJXIkeuT2qWtM-GLyJHKtg69iVXzpyvlbipP6OFvnFI/s400/67954-58804.jpg" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 400px; height: 182px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer; " /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></span></div>David Tomshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13181690917362173400noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2922868706165678396.post-82195368405782484292011-12-18T20:50:00.000-05:002011-12-18T20:51:09.805-05:00Over at Mon Peche<a href="http://monpeche.blogspot.com/2011/12/pas-de-deux.html">It is a Pas de Deux by Newton</a><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>David Tomshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13181690917362173400noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2922868706165678396.post-24744802424100694702011-12-13T20:00:00.002-05:002011-12-13T20:11:06.945-05:00The New Kid in Town<div style="text-align: left;">It is very rare that when I post that I will quote whole text as the bulk of a post. However I came across this little gem the other day from Time Magazine in 1961 giving a recap of the Haute Couture showings in Paris in 1961.</div><div><div><div><div><div><br />I am not sure who the author was, however a world of glamour and elegance is described at the eve of the beginning of the swinging sixties. Compared to the huge publicity grinding machines and spectacles that couture showings today demand, this seems like a dowager’s tea party. However I think that I would rather have tea with a dowager than attending a brash cocktail party which today’s showings tend to be.</div><div><br />“In the salons of haute couture in Paris last week, buyers and fashion editors from all over the world got their first look at the color and shape of the spring lines—and found themselves looking backward. The new look was the old look of the F. Scott Fitzgerald flapper in the 1920s. Skirts and coats were straight, short, with hemlines flaring. Shoes were square-toed. Bosoms were flat, backs bent and billowing, with designs that required the mannequins not only to slouch but virtually assume the posture of an expectant, concave catcher's mitt. Though Paris fashions have been irresolutely marching backward for several seasons, the big, bold step this year was apparently inspired by a hit movie running in Paris called The Crazy Years, a documentary of the '20s. </div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPhvWAIE4jmERvqsIIUUI007zCukCmsHTFNRWHOFIgy98xscJRTSCOECMkxk6k_VGGdyEaM4G6W0XznQN9zj1s66pMqm_z-9eGkNf_4LRgL2r4vCFQL3dAPtG8c2aytbiS_BTowjf-Y00/s1600/NR+1961.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680847052351376034" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPhvWAIE4jmERvqsIIUUI007zCukCmsHTFNRWHOFIgy98xscJRTSCOECMkxk6k_VGGdyEaM4G6W0XznQN9zj1s66pMqm_z-9eGkNf_4LRgL2r4vCFQL3dAPtG8c2aytbiS_BTowjf-Y00/s400/NR+1961.jpg" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 400px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer; " /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1Sh4jiWPyzwcdZ3Edzm03qrtskxJJaZjDYJbvYLT5gFUJgGm7WrGn_lJSjSzdQxxwVB7xzj4UDMjr8odfldxtmvLFMglPacv0R21n4uUvJcDIkrej5_uXysLO-qTNzbaNapdxau9dkmk/s1600/NR+1961+2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680846976003532738" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1Sh4jiWPyzwcdZ3Edzm03qrtskxJJaZjDYJbvYLT5gFUJgGm7WrGn_lJSjSzdQxxwVB7xzj4UDMjr8odfldxtmvLFMglPacv0R21n4uUvJcDIkrej5_uXysLO-qTNzbaNapdxau9dkmk/s400/NR+1961+2.jpg" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 400px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer; " /></a><div>The Crazy Years designs produced as wild and improbable a week as the fashion world has known for many a year. At the house of Cardin, which drew the week's first applause for a superlative line, a mannequin was showing a new flat-chested dress to a U.S. buyer. She was suddenly interrupted with a scream from the vendeuse: "But darling, you're wearing it back to front!" </div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicIZ-V88QwRQMGLux6vt3_jM8ZE_EG_BXxw0GmTdoPK8XzIX_dpZGIuFe4s__hRyPMvr7BBb7rzMCsZHmwu0oCvg22RDZk6BxMh9I3yV-ULEJOERZcGPJGcyj5_wbnfwqNGRjnjefujvA/s1600/PC+1961.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680847184465935602" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicIZ-V88QwRQMGLux6vt3_jM8ZE_EG_BXxw0GmTdoPK8XzIX_dpZGIuFe4s__hRyPMvr7BBb7rzMCsZHmwu0oCvg22RDZk6BxMh9I3yV-ULEJOERZcGPJGcyj5_wbnfwqNGRjnjefujvA/s400/PC+1961.jpg" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 283px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">Cardin</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><br /></span></div><div>When Madeleine de Rauch's collection failed to follow the flapper trend, the audience began to leave, and waiters dashed in with champagne to stem the bored retreat.</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgYyrguVlRS0VEJ4aYJcnwOgnXMj9N1UPud_akO9yArIboq6Brm5TvRXJwzr4kAuZXK098YXgey9VqPbEm-GvxJXq8u0DBiYzvFppGavfxkfpXIvHJ527ZeBuMTyu3HO99w2LwNl-1Z1I/s1600/Rauche.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgYyrguVlRS0VEJ4aYJcnwOgnXMj9N1UPud_akO9yArIboq6Brm5TvRXJwzr4kAuZXK098YXgey9VqPbEm-GvxJXq8u0DBiYzvFppGavfxkfpXIvHJ527ZeBuMTyu3HO99w2LwNl-1Z1I/s400/Rauche.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685782170156124962" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 261px; height: 400px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">de Rauche</span></div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div> The triumph of the week and cause of the most excitement was the work of Christian Dior's little-known, untested Marc Bohan, 34. The Parisian-born son of a modiste, Bohan broke into haute couture in 1945 as an assistant designer at Patou, left Patou in 1958 to work under Dior's Boy Wonder Chief Designer Yves St. Laurent. When St. Laurent, after an unhappy stint in<br />the French army, "retired" from Dior two months ago because of "ill health," Bohan, one of the few married male couturiers in Paris, took over. Few in Paris expected much from his debut, and St. Laurent fans were openly hostile. Admitted the New York Herald Tribune's Eugenia Sheppard: "I had a poisoned typewriter ribbon ready." </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihTjxI-mNEpuYCl079nvK1kfMHuvMpN7a8Y-N0pdbUo0cXctmunNLmt3TBKpulmMQJmfWb4lEwhNwgJZ2QPtxUMaBizYMkYH5Y27_5fVLijr7sZ6h_xsesCUwyjfKL1HBZJgD_OojWF0Y/s400/MB+1961.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685782699864166674" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 400px; " /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">Dior</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><br /></span></div><div>But Bohan's hip-hugging skirts, exotic colors ("Laburnum yellow," "Provence apricot,"), and infinite attention to detail and neatness, generally embracing the flapper trend, stunned the salon and sent reporters into paroxysms of joy. "But Marc Bohan is wonderful," cried a converted Eugenia Sheppard. "Five minutes after the show started, I felt like a cat before a saucer of cream." </div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYRRIAIpDYYgbUf6KQ-rv156pOvjzKnzcDEznq6l7lurbBAAUwBQrjHW2Pv7L4ojOHXrdRpUQl8t_zQK9GFUzaLhvFpAoCxSfdOooREZdaELRgFaNh20MhGEVoa8Dm-x09S6I3V9yB-Uc/s1600/MB+1961.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680846861102964226" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYRRIAIpDYYgbUf6KQ-rv156pOvjzKnzcDEznq6l7lurbBAAUwBQrjHW2Pv7L4ojOHXrdRpUQl8t_zQK9GFUzaLhvFpAoCxSfdOooREZdaELRgFaNh20MhGEVoa8Dm-x09S6I3V9yB-Uc/s400/MB+1961.jpg" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 294px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer; " /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">Dior</span></div><div>At the show's end, the audience was near delirium and jaded U.S. fashion editors at the outer tether of objectivity. "The shouting, clapping, surging mob at the press showing caused chaos in the elegant salon," reported the New York Times excitedly on Page One. "M. Bohan was pushed up against the boiserie, kissed, mauled and congratulated. Chairs were toppled. Champagne<br />glasses were broken. People were knocked down." Breathlessly cabled another U.S. reporter to her office: "Just dashed out of Dior to share with you still-boiling excitement." Wrote the New York Daily News's Monique: "Thundering applause led by a newly blonde Duchess of Windsor rolled through the elegant grey-and-white salons of the House of Dior today, the happy<br />ending to the suspense story of the fashion year."</div></div></div></div></div><div><br /></div><div>*Don't forget to visit <a href="http://monpeche.blogspot.com/">Mon Peche</a></div>David Tomshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13181690917362173400noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2922868706165678396.post-14047268739834171952011-12-10T20:10:00.003-05:002011-12-10T20:17:15.867-05:00Mon Peche by Savoir Faire<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPWsNG3sOdiTI53bRMmrJxo3vQeStLdKDFctyimIFu5waevo5A_oJiMg4YkXiSwulBEkrZWce7gNaZEZ4n2DRTEEGMK1F5AQQamIx_-v_Xy7rEyDNz9lK_fp8J5EuOb8JebQaiGzGntWQ/s1600/The_Visit_of_the_Queen_of_Sheba_to_King_Solomon.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPWsNG3sOdiTI53bRMmrJxo3vQeStLdKDFctyimIFu5waevo5A_oJiMg4YkXiSwulBEkrZWce7gNaZEZ4n2DRTEEGMK1F5AQQamIx_-v_Xy7rEyDNz9lK_fp8J5EuOb8JebQaiGzGntWQ/s400/The_Visit_of_the_Queen_of_Sheba_to_King_Solomon.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684673301944167842" /></a><br />As an addition to Savoir Faire, I have decided to launch another blog! I have found lately that I have not been able to devote the amount of time daily to Savoir Faire as I wish. Savoir Faire will still continue as will my new blog <a href="http://monpeche.blogspot.com/">Mon Peche</a>, which is an going to be visual only with no text and a twist! I a m not sure how running two blogs is going to give me more time. Mon Peche is going to be a visual record of what Savoir Faire is actually thinking.<div><br /></div><div>Let me know what you think!<div><br /></div></div>David Tomshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13181690917362173400noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2922868706165678396.post-64383209124319323952011-12-09T19:00:00.000-05:002011-12-09T19:18:31.384-05:00A BIrd in the Hand<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>They say a bird in the hand is worth two in the bush (especially if you are hunting), however these fabulous creations are more than that! An instant bit of Savoir Faire for a night out on the town in the Holiday Season.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683739509616141634" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5jMIsibjwt7Dckanf9D4bFS93LHiJyTUiEyRPTHyPc6TC5msnjOEcGNL8FH93-hM9IHV1mwbwKWZI3r1QWqOwTjcglZyMqF4p0t0yGwAmN8Y5ElqQqJQ7B5M8Xu4xJRHzr6rLHjSgXlk/s400/salvatore-ferragamo.jpg" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 300px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">Ferragamo</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683739861194721074" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiO9qiXPlOTXBpE2JKNfjEvAKrOW6kXs8SdKF1FOUCfZNi-r3PqDhGdGJ9uZ2uRmLrQAEP0oXIlCfqYyOPYUZxxLGTzN1y9aqunkAiuTDv5CAaVzX7JzAtHCfe2QPv9y5MAipGP9pWyN0/s400/maison-martin-margiela-feather-clutch.jpg" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 362px; height: 260px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer; " /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); ">Maison Martin Margiela</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683740094288654146" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgz13ytbL_pZQ7gbtd_80Ot8zKtV-Rxh2T18eRqQSS2S1duLc__2lCaL0V2ThjMnIktMJPmaua9DaqAqd_mT56_-gjuDN1Z9hFya69acVkNhqhtq9fywKtZa0MtxATVJgtoIcXfY_G8Tcc/s400/Valentino+Feather+Clutch+1.jpg" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 400px; height: 334px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer; " /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">Valentino</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683741204958145826" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrxiAocZkre4rZFU6y8Y_ZYbJHh-v9lISyXF3t8MxLWERWWZdHEujZ_VnU-YWt4N1enuvbrY5syzA98kT-km3NcEP6dmzn72nBBx0Q_k7eJx1NESXMEXl52HmRYHaYldp5eAU95NfXbRw/s400/Mary-Norton-Small-Ostrich-Feathers-Evening-Handbag_17537_front_zoom.jpg" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 400px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer; " /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">Mary Norton</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683740932134396818" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyYOepFi1fM3Mq8Q0r4aRtlXBHvzP9Jp4Dueg2mwaGeaBOuf7CMZq4ze1SWsLd82YjEIQoThZpYVl8WHTsEydwyaX3JLNONaZA6gpqUECdNrLSMUbuKGUVxEb1QMD8piFdDP4BoPJcyX4/s400/green-feather-clutch-bag.jpg" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 300px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">Charlotte Olympia</span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">Just be careful you don't run into this man and his dog.</span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijiU_6ikQB5hdgRctfxAtDOlQ_1b5NYeaHwe2XVRlCMHTVomm61GTTUgWaAXRFW7PmF3giHwbduIBVw2YgGugS3QqTcKHUWb4Go6NcgJjnu4GtokpnxGSkBQSX7v7Vi1_9euF5Fh_cUKI/s400/Hunting+36.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684285999452980098" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 308px; height: 400px; " /></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></div>David Tomshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13181690917362173400noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2922868706165678396.post-51846670530243005262011-12-05T18:15:00.001-05:002011-12-05T18:26:59.673-05:00The Original Tom Ford?<div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;">As much as I love Tom Ford and his savoir faire, sometimes he (or his publicity team) does lack a certain amount of originality.</div></div><div><div><br />I had touched on this once before in a previous post. <a href="http://david-toms.blogspot.com/2011/08/inspired-by-marchesa.html">(see here)</a><br /><br />So is there any doubt as to where Mr. Ford (or his team) got the inspiration for the photo below?</div><div><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682683422929374418" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf3Rm2CUzwSNRZJxsFHxl1-aHSKJ9IMYix7PE5BmmpleGSOKCg0MXNzGFKc2Esoz7ntSS53MRVheVaQ1zWFHAVMlV4bGnEufXrDJ2Sh5qpyL-bp1mLIgfuM-svQpMBytpExhYhxou393Q/s400/Tom+Ford+1.jpg" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 400px; height: 262px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer; " /></span>I am sure that inspiration came from the below photo of Marc Bohan and model taken in the<br />1960’s. Or is it just a coincidence?</div></div></div></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682683422794729778" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdS9Z6L19bEL5TZYMnuh97gkRd4Vu74nPn9cM35uUayR9YylMybt2z3xCyUcUtl-iuHCmgBmcElO_71jK5VNjO3qFgkgS9zp_ZciwSkakRa9zrvGPHHpn0GuBjJWwA4a9inAnosWONUuc/s400/tumblr_lqxkk6skZ61qe2rmmo1_500.jpg" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 292px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div>David Tomshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13181690917362173400noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2922868706165678396.post-17769404114517546832011-11-30T20:00:00.000-05:002011-11-30T20:02:27.720-05:00The Renaissance World of Pucci<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnhKgxQaxmgq5X_LFl3BWjQCDGym4lgVlfBVfwQLe1dNIeLTMrmdf2oStcXZkTCgKArPA1AV9Ij8VorlZ8_u5w3nDHZTnSbNUYK_GKns8nNPmwBnul4fb_a4AEUQus3EB4ZxNNbs3i-T4/s1600/resl03_pucci.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><div><div style="text-align: left;">When one thinks of Pucci the Renaissance palaces of Florence are one the last things that come to mind and vice versa. However the Renaissance and Pucci are so intertwined you could not have one without the other.</div></div><br />Reaching fame through his highly psychedelic designs of the 1960’s and 1970’s Emilio Pucci was born in 1914 of one of Florence’s oldest noble families, and would live and work in the Pucci Palace in Florence for much of his life. <div><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680851471114024674" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-HNiUwAh6M5mKUSXd_J5BKwY-uWawllegfuaY4XVrLlgyHQoIgJgS9UX9EIruzRw0ghwOoWWGyv1OEI_dGB0HRzl7t_s2LcTZn60K-hsaaBt3W6B8Kjf1G3Bp1whhBGoDt9dUwxn4Rqo/s400/pucci%25252520at%25252520work.jpg" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 400px; height: 220px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer; " /></span>The 14th -15th Century Palazzo Pucci has been in the Pucci family since it was built and is a standing testament that old and new can coexist together.<div><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680850027437393394" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYnb69mxRi-6JmvQSZo6at4h6MUVzb-0qcHC5My1h1Ie4T3QQO7l3PAtjgn5NHAdroylXwe_pxMMIpnV8qCFoFT0h7v5Cez4u6qDLKuHEHeJh71rOW_CfBkw8WIZN_4w4uR3yPs18W31g/s400/5045_-_firenze-_palazzo_pucci_-_stemma_-_foto_giovanni_dall_orto__27-jan-2008.jpg" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 400px; height: 266px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer; " /></span>Marchesa Cristina Pucci di Barsento, widow of Emilio Pucci, still remembers how astonished she was when she first entered the house, back in 1959: ‘I was very young and quite astonished: It was a heavy house, even severe, like Florence’. Still, what looked like a timeless palazzo outside was a living house inside.<div><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680850245114141026" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaS9iY4A9F8pv1Xgv8kSonrFbkeedYOXkQdrk86HP2KA9cux8lq6BKvsch5ntBFvKvlU7koulVHIIiwZ34EStrUWqYQVdMNoPVKJSgv1BLTU_3SEDG2bN2lvF5NCfMT329tJU0a3s2_vY/s400/marchesa+pucci.jpg" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 314px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer; " /></span>Pucci can be given credit for revolutionizing couture in the 1960s with his vibrant designs and colour and an aesthetic that was totally out of place within the environs in which his clothes were created. However the history of the Pucci family and their business interests gave rise to an evolutionary trend that had its epoch with Emilio Pucci.<br /><br />In the brown room, for example, the silk draperies and wall covering were made at Antico Setificio Fiorentino, a silk workshop founded by the Puccis and other families in the 17th century; Emilio Pucci took it over in the 1950s for the manufacture of his fabrics which would become the backbone of his designs.<div><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680850032123819634" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEpuyOkbnslDp8_qnDU6CX5yR8OmVCvkYqlMaUWgGJBFpnLHowfZtdhkHnghn_TfLdGrppe7vkEflqxCiY_ewNZOKI-__r27x0h4cYbgYuB7ardjO0iGr2Gi1HWc9e2RUWn4rTBuk1-XU/s400/pucci+brown+room.jpg" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 310px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer; " /></span>The late-18th-century fresco in the dining room, by Luigi Ademollo, depicts Aenes leaving Troy. Marchesa Pucci and her husband added the Venetian chairs. The crystal glassware was made for the family in the 18th century.<div><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680850032146771538" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT5SbmyqskvvN1-gyx_waYgpSFa-kLNhu7NaHVoAGF3rORLG3GyePSNBGgvvz3qmcfRzApa_HbjKdyQy8mVsJy9yM3EWJLwtecYQkWMk2PFnvgwwS_LOucvk0c9pHDO3RQ3HZ47-j5bO4/s400/palazzo+pucci.jpg" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 314px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer; " /></span>The 17th-century bed in Emilio Pucci’s bedroom was made in Lucca and it was among Pucci’s favourite pieces. The gilt woodwork on the headboard echoes the embroidery on the canopy.</div><div><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680850028927237570" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4lIEbIyx-dL3EqZMBWGVfQj7jYamCruofu6Z2kMUa0S_Pky1TZYKe9kk8rG31LLpdvQg5zbt318ftGXstWr1DotCkQhGrqrWzluwWNUYJwxUuwPrEhxUvBV_qvGVkEWxquRMYOxCMqho/s400/bedroom.jpg" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 314px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer; " /></span>The Wedgwood room was created by an English artist in the late 18th century. The palette and Neo-classical plasterwork were inspired by the signature ceramics. An 18th-century marble sculpture of the goddess Diana is at center.</div><div><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680850036045244130" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglgRMm17ZS5cJhnldmBhCd8WPuHRDZ3YpWUgtoMQHiQj8q820bQDizaa0CSg6xUUlSajlDiMFjvd2ptc3he-t4dQ-omoP899vSC2QuotHVf6NURNbwdH0vfzGJRfrIlOkaYPjR_H3U1O8/s400/pucci+wedgwood+room.jpg" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 400px; height: 331px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer; " /></span>“My husband loved and respected this house, and we changed little. He was very kind to me and didn’t want to teach me. He understood that some things should be kept the way they are, but he didn’t say, ‘Do this; don’t do that.’ And it was not necessary, because I didn’t want to interfere with the palazzo.” </div><div><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680851481415718706" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnhKgxQaxmgq5X_LFl3BWjQCDGym4lgVlfBVfwQLe1dNIeLTMrmdf2oStcXZkTCgKArPA1AV9Ij8VorlZ8_u5w3nDHZTnSbNUYK_GKns8nNPmwBnul4fb_a4AEUQus3EB4ZxNNbs3i-T4/s400/resl03_pucci.jpg" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 342px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer; " /></span><div>The house the current marchesa “came into” is still ancestral, layered in generations of incremental change. However after nearly 50 years, Marchesa Pucci has gently made it her own—and shifted the terms for the next fortunate generation.<br /></div></div></div></div></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680851476430409778" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM1O5NTaGUcIEQHS5hRpET6YakL8_C83QT7fli5YCwmFhjfCJUBzXy5FV1-JcsReOclr5UUnRiZa7VSQSGcUTuR1A_wqFlk_OkoDms1YbA0Cqos0M36Ufhyi-aK0uEz2v8rGZdOmsOfks/s400/pucci-office-florence.jpg" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 288px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div>David Tomshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13181690917362173400noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2922868706165678396.post-29130834049925388812011-11-29T20:00:00.000-05:002011-11-29T20:04:23.897-05:00Splashed<div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAJ_NAlBtQjltwdKk0_T4EKBJ9pnSJSIaINoDoz5B1HfDc-WppfSaYt6e8TZqrhu47Q0o-0baVuGk9UW45Cr8iZVHZbLJxAtSMKzWLIFKSd7di4N-aZqX47s2AmfzvuVMnwVBJdsaAPc4/s1600/5da5fa984f43ac304ba2dc541870.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG5btMB5KIINdpZ_0eCfKxJPariS0L7FdRlyaLV2E1gnRdYh0ZY1wqTYv8J3RTuBrLG92g-C0KP-pZmcfMEWJgVJcJXHKxPxJwceOkuCb7T2dN3LDAqTSM0IRbykGAQ7MauoZS6oeHlIg/s1600/brave-the-spring-rain-with-burberrys-april-showers-collection1_3.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a>It was raining all day here in Toronto. A steady rain that kind of penetrated everything. This can be great if you are inside. Only problem, was I had to walk the 1.5 kms to work at 7:30 this morning in the rain. Now that in itself is not too bad, however as puddles form quickly there is always the possibility that you will be splashed or in my case drenched by a passing car.<br /><div></div></div></div><div><br /></div><div>So instead of looking like this in the rain</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG5btMB5KIINdpZ_0eCfKxJPariS0L7FdRlyaLV2E1gnRdYh0ZY1wqTYv8J3RTuBrLG92g-C0KP-pZmcfMEWJgVJcJXHKxPxJwceOkuCb7T2dN3LDAqTSM0IRbykGAQ7MauoZS6oeHlIg/s1600/brave-the-spring-rain-with-burberrys-april-showers-collection1_3.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680482500852316866" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG5btMB5KIINdpZ_0eCfKxJPariS0L7FdRlyaLV2E1gnRdYh0ZY1wqTYv8J3RTuBrLG92g-C0KP-pZmcfMEWJgVJcJXHKxPxJwceOkuCb7T2dN3LDAqTSM0IRbykGAQ7MauoZS6oeHlIg/s400/brave-the-spring-rain-with-burberrys-april-showers-collection1_3.jpg" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 400px; height: 247px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer; " /></a></div><div>It was a bit like this!</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680482498975741314" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAJ_NAlBtQjltwdKk0_T4EKBJ9pnSJSIaINoDoz5B1HfDc-WppfSaYt6e8TZqrhu47Q0o-0baVuGk9UW45Cr8iZVHZbLJxAtSMKzWLIFKSd7di4N-aZqX47s2AmfzvuVMnwVBJdsaAPc4/s400/5da5fa984f43ac304ba2dc541870.jpg" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 400px; height: 291px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer; " /></span></div><div>How was your day?</div>David Tomshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13181690917362173400noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2922868706165678396.post-27387872575306386522011-11-28T21:06:00.000-05:002011-11-28T21:48:58.197-05:00The Beaton Effect<div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;">Just proves that the great Cecil Beaton is still a force to be reckoned with.</div></div></div></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677434922825221458" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7LCkE9S2E9DjKe4-57PUZWy6vbtGy-VnwMABuQzH1eOFvGojujqqgJseDsB2K5PK919wcIidgVx4KUFxpJjjfepz69GmbK3mDYUahSglNQ7DbDsY9C5d4xUmQH_IStOU-HHTjQ6DajXY/s400/figure-5-1.jpg" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 400px; height: 315px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677434926474009746" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwe_g4tDGU2jfsSeGjhruz39FlchyphenhyphensL34u7e4GgBVZ8LMYqIUWMROgdsH8puhwDyQ1bGXJKV-apej7lSSRO1rlJJtssQhQjx9X7xwNH9oZKiohv6gDaIq1HmkmJnJW4kcGUCl0Mz64__s/s400/tumblr_llm71vRK121qb1gaxo1_1280.jpg" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 400px; height: 267px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer; " /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></span></div><div><br /></div>David Tomshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13181690917362173400noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2922868706165678396.post-17731274443541539742011-11-27T10:02:00.000-05:002011-11-27T10:06:08.689-05:00Has Your Luggage Been Lost?<div><div style="text-align: left;">With many of you travelling this weekend, it is always a sinking feeling when you have arrived at your destination, waited patiently at the baggage carrousel only to find that your luggage has not made it to the same destination as you have. I know as it has happened to me several times!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJGIlgZEQgEGdvaasJCaB7H4K3Pov-7CwRMz8CimHFedeRYdEJZ_lI0jISTjQUKFPaYCnXqv9xtWCVVOnB-31IS8w_gg9K8kgbIyc9JLmf-cW4OVhW-_HUqIRTQfaXwu-tO3Dfdly8YFw/s1600/tumblr_lm0xvcUIhc1qb1gaxo1_1280.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><div>So when you have to check your luggage, make sure it satnds out on the baggage carrousel.</div></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677434016923729810" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJGIlgZEQgEGdvaasJCaB7H4K3Pov-7CwRMz8CimHFedeRYdEJZ_lI0jISTjQUKFPaYCnXqv9xtWCVVOnB-31IS8w_gg9K8kgbIyc9JLmf-cW4OVhW-_HUqIRTQfaXwu-tO3Dfdly8YFw/s400/tumblr_lm0xvcUIhc1qb1gaxo1_1280.jpg" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div>David Tomshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13181690917362173400noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2922868706165678396.post-35891309500347943102011-11-23T17:00:00.000-05:002011-11-23T17:42:37.333-05:00Put Your Best Face Forward<div><div><div style="text-align: left;">Lately with all the hype over designers collaborating with clothing retailers for capsule collections for the so called masses (think Versace for H&M), one also thinks of other collaborations that have taken place especially where cosmetics are concerned.</div><div><div><div><div><div><div><br />We have those designers who have refused to collaborate at all for the fear that it might cheapen their image. On the other hand others have partnered up with every fashion-related endeavor under the sun. Some fashion stalwarts have taken an out of the box approach to their collaborations, bringing some designer cachet to our faces instead. It seems a natural step for some designers who want to achieve a total look.<br /><br />With his original 2005 Estée Lauder collaboration, Tom Ford kicked off a small wave of designer-beauty brand partnerships. Tom Ford for Estée Lauder was short-lived, however, and intentionally so — the beauty giant turned the collection into a permanent, standalone Tom Ford beauty line in 2006.</div><div><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678250953859410434" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi__sRwjhNAhE2cp8akfX4vAcPzYtMYGHFlAqN5mj2cp824EIrIkylEaITvuk25V4a63-y8QycA_eqNk2RZ24ON6IQIuLAFpH6NNViKwoWxM1hmKiQwkr9sizBBdt8Xe7h-BawAerpLDOI/s400/Lara-Stone-for-Tom-Ford-Beauty-03.jpg" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 400px; height: 261px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer; " /></span>Gareth Pugh, the fashion-forward Lady Gaga designer favorite, admits that even he uses MAC Cosmetics, so a partnership with the beauty brand seems natural. Pugh’s dark and stormy aesthetic has been translated into an array of dark pigments and angular packaging. The limited-edition line will be available from November 23 to December 23.</div><div><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678250940225631794" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq4LWFH238CAT5suwBVVNU_Lm1__rqh59DiX7sRGEdwBxOaPOwzZtkyaQEjdVHxS14tHjjE3ud8GP6GwaivKm0esUzKA2HNy3m3wILxzSdPm19yhDk-CbYWFxQBRcz6oFD0tR_-8ht1Dw/s400/Gareth-Pugh-for-MAC.jpg" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 400px; height: 266px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer; " /></span>Okay, so Lagerfeld actually collaborates extensively, but his latest endeavor is too good to leave off this list. The designer’s new line for Sephora includes an eye palette and nail polish, and totally inexplicably, a Karl lookalike doll. Unfortunately for those of you in the Americas the range is only available at physical outposts of Sephora in Europe and Singapore.</div><div><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678251686631687410" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUVibCUu-W4HVyOXMbbyn7D8H9jXOH6VGI2_THOzn9nia6Z839jZO_rA1aiIfdeDHmTBxKo_NEr_CU7hzVavab08rGpC5MkK_DuW-_POm53orCEc7UuF38MAq1GHHCAZkKORHHMetBM58/s400/z10600695XKarl-Lagerfeld-dla-sieci-Sephora.jpg" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 400px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer; " /></span>The up-and-coming designer and CFDA award-winner Chris Benz has yet to dip a toe into the world of fast fashion. However, he’s already partnered twice with the venerable Parisian beauty brand Lancôme, first on a single lipstick and then on a complete beauty product-filled summer tote.</div><div><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678250940167704386" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHAUQIadQEMfiDcX_VDCbZ91IDdri9uOje0hDsuCASqJP2DgBCJzehR_xCDivDwnqDzbtbcA9JGpnghZSVN4nQj20398Omrq6QFPUh6jGu453WyjaHnd-KMvvYQuRp4OpXkgVXIM2M-lw/s400/1612.jpg" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 345px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer; " /></span>From a Paris couture house long-celebrated for its romantic use of pattern and colour, to the modern evolution of Ungaro today, this was an interesting debut. Live from backstage at the Fall 2008 collections, Ungaro designer Esteban Cortazar, and MAC came together to create a special colour collection as dreamy, refined, and, well, Parisienne as anything this side of the Avenue Georges Cinq.</div><div><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678250956875111906" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqKavXeh9lOUlIGr85i5I_MRyxcN73GT0egXNCgzZgZo0Md_VrDVl2uCsM-H8TJG2AMWwzGZ90xCpulz9uTxxoa33Eoqthodh33jcxw-lidht9yZBoA58nrFTv0BUCM6w2QVhdxw7FEhU/s400/MAC-Underground-Society-Emanuel-Ungaro-makeup.jpg" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 400px; height: 311px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer; " /></span><div>Back in 2007 McQueen created a Cleopatra-inspired look featuring bold, beautiful blue and green shades for MAC. “Alexander McQueen was very specific about the makeup direction and I translated his ideas of Egyptian, graphic, bold colored makeup into a look that was strong yet hypnotic;” said Charlotte Tilbury, the key makeup artist for McQueen.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678250772902439922" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUshVStkyUGgv4vPqYCEBqh6Zv33jC0rFbQxCXOGOHCJ4guDHnDHjTqX__wscChKAg44dpf4MOuRC8EAj67aEcZ294tAgBRXzJ7IG3IXyml3BrxTaoJY5KSxRoKeeVr8Qv30fVH_F9AY0/s400/Alexander%252520McQueen%252520Mac.jpg" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 390px; height: 335px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer; " /></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "></span>So if you missed out on lining up for the likes of Missoni, Versace and others for fast fashion at the crack of dawn, a little bit of designer glam for your face will go a long way and a much easier alternative.</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>David Tomshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13181690917362173400noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2922868706165678396.post-79851487567655810322011-11-21T20:00:00.001-05:002011-11-21T20:03:49.027-05:00Winter Woollies<div><div>I have always been a fan of knitwear. Having grown up with the Martha Stewart of Australia as a mother, I couldn’t help but love it. Jumpers, scarves, gloves you name it I love it. With the colder weather now here, it is the time to bring out the knitwear.</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUgY75Fcle-qbqVa8IGRJxF_iUdpYYQp7NtTNHdp6YqK6guFCgxgwgFgQIQdW8UCTTdjIgKfByZoCzGvvcb8SQ6eACngbflsIf0FKuBm4G3qe3ed6zjxg6pe-dVIFMtcpZcDzIJyVuwzk/s1600/Rodarte+Men+4.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 252px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677507789740636418" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUgY75Fcle-qbqVa8IGRJxF_iUdpYYQp7NtTNHdp6YqK6guFCgxgwgFgQIQdW8UCTTdjIgKfByZoCzGvvcb8SQ6eACngbflsIf0FKuBm4G3qe3ed6zjxg6pe-dVIFMtcpZcDzIJyVuwzk/s400/Rodarte+Men+4.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwSz-NhpESFQ2AKhUt_zReGpM4H76Y1HNoL5e2gYSMYn6W3wlFlLb1TJRCPPyPx64U81x8WW44an_Eb_YN0_eBlGx4RGpMh1FqXOnZdHTzOKZ8EJ1xiR7XaLr_4FViqaEiQiFH0Ff991k/s1600/Rodarte+Men+3.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 267px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677507786997507954" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwSz-NhpESFQ2AKhUt_zReGpM4H76Y1HNoL5e2gYSMYn6W3wlFlLb1TJRCPPyPx64U81x8WW44an_Eb_YN0_eBlGx4RGpMh1FqXOnZdHTzOKZ8EJ1xiR7XaLr_4FViqaEiQiFH0Ff991k/s400/Rodarte+Men+3.jpg" /></a>When I was younger I could show my talented mother any of these and say "please" and a couple of days or weeks later I would have an exact replica. I am forever indebted to her for keeping me supplied in fabulous knitwear.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2u9g1ekhtXxvC-CM0-vMn6ENpjs02HP6jwI3GVwQhkQrkudaZH-DeGMTmqXZ_vw0PGIf7AYx9XvNr3Tb5Mpr-dluJCjO7he19KMf3Jz3GJbaT_qKIjiFb7vYDVayg8lygvZsyh0K2jvs/s1600/CB953FBA.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677507782760868962" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2u9g1ekhtXxvC-CM0-vMn6ENpjs02HP6jwI3GVwQhkQrkudaZH-DeGMTmqXZ_vw0PGIf7AYx9XvNr3Tb5Mpr-dluJCjO7he19KMf3Jz3GJbaT_qKIjiFb7vYDVayg8lygvZsyh0K2jvs/s400/CB953FBA.jpg" /></a><div><div><br />Now I must say men's knitwear has come a long way in the last 30 years pr so. I love big bulky avant-garde styles, which unfortunately do not suit my rather small frame (and age). However if I was 20 something with model good looks I would definitely be saying please to my mother and donning some of these pieces!</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrat-ldi-jmPSiuBb3JVt37Faj70KfnD440PCLzNiiw2P65J-HP5kq3XBjVsknpJqgx5FI3bt_Fz15eKv-YGJubpkdgepSatB2A3YWdRJw86T2UQN0yFrORRVkD1CqqmZxbrsJLBAcvHI/s1600/Gorget+%2526+Army.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677261184515782050" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrat-ldi-jmPSiuBb3JVt37Faj70KfnD440PCLzNiiw2P65J-HP5kq3XBjVsknpJqgx5FI3bt_Fz15eKv-YGJubpkdgepSatB2A3YWdRJw86T2UQN0yFrORRVkD1CqqmZxbrsJLBAcvHI/s400/Gorget+%2526+Army.jpg" style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 331px; height: 400px; display: block; cursor: pointer; " /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTKUdgndEnLJOz7JN1lj_hvEniOBbv8a-96hhCa1HR-xOPAHhXCTlo45J-BE9Uf3nfZDXmQNMhWKwPgvvlHq6M6MahArIe-MHRTf8CVIdRziTOxRXNGpQZyNQk8JUXvlr4BDFRdYMks20/s1600/5487196444_8d11e5fbcc.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 330px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677262974094353986" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTKUdgndEnLJOz7JN1lj_hvEniOBbv8a-96hhCa1HR-xOPAHhXCTlo45J-BE9Uf3nfZDXmQNMhWKwPgvvlHq6M6MahArIe-MHRTf8CVIdRziTOxRXNGpQZyNQk8JUXvlr4BDFRdYMks20/s400/5487196444_8d11e5fbcc.jpg" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcD-_TGY_zA27XyzD0arURZfMGvpQvP3NNW2t-okP5HcYti0FWu2kzsAW3ducVeXi33LnOvJFzi9w13-84OdKv-rhCLV850yt7JksAxPdL_HDJ-AHxWHqcg8GJJ3-Yz4it4DacHJIAwE0/s1600/5487195602_6e6579aace.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 330px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677262972877086722" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcD-_TGY_zA27XyzD0arURZfMGvpQvP3NNW2t-okP5HcYti0FWu2kzsAW3ducVeXi33LnOvJFzi9w13-84OdKv-rhCLV850yt7JksAxPdL_HDJ-AHxWHqcg8GJJ3-Yz4it4DacHJIAwE0/s400/5487195602_6e6579aace.jpg" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdZFglhC6ll19hGocNcrIaEphmX0nUUXCO32dTcL3CD8dCf8piQZ6oMggZYgaK5jLmA1eKwpnG7wQrB_fslAOzlld7TJ9GShAnIvGek75lbYDGZsXLaoLKVxk9BnwSH_9ECT6zPA-NW08/s1600/siblingfallwinter2011.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 236px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677261206594699890" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdZFglhC6ll19hGocNcrIaEphmX0nUUXCO32dTcL3CD8dCf8piQZ6oMggZYgaK5jLmA1eKwpnG7wQrB_fslAOzlld7TJ9GShAnIvGek75lbYDGZsXLaoLKVxk9BnwSH_9ECT6zPA-NW08/s400/siblingfallwinter2011.jpg" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS3ETER-rDblCWJ2jIpwfax3Z8JN-0vAXKD1sIuH5iign8HYNbxQJRacGAVOQkxKHE_yB8lytlr6SoJmj63JA_IEbXy2uBrHYP4Xp83lqqlAe612pmPDcDffIbcHYC4GCQNouiRWGDGrA/s1600/Hauberk.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 331px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677261201487655426" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS3ETER-rDblCWJ2jIpwfax3Z8JN-0vAXKD1sIuH5iign8HYNbxQJRacGAVOQkxKHE_yB8lytlr6SoJmj63JA_IEbXy2uBrHYP4Xp83lqqlAe612pmPDcDffIbcHYC4GCQNouiRWGDGrA/s400/Hauberk.jpg" /></a></div><div>Stay warm!</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrat-ldi-jmPSiuBb3JVt37Faj70KfnD440PCLzNiiw2P65J-HP5kq3XBjVsknpJqgx5FI3bt_Fz15eKv-YGJubpkdgepSatB2A3YWdRJw86T2UQN0yFrORRVkD1CqqmZxbrsJLBAcvHI/s1600/Gorget+%2526+Army.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><br /></a></div></div></div></div></div></div>David Tomshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13181690917362173400noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2922868706165678396.post-50675917753824439372011-11-19T19:00:00.000-05:002011-11-19T19:05:34.217-05:00Braces or Suspenders????<div style="text-align: left;">If there is one look for men that I haven’t really got behind, is that of wearing braces or suspenders. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFN1cLm3i3oPfVB9zfxZW22MX-NSLOlSrfXUER4y5C54XPLMGDxhf4dEPA2jcq1B_8iPiOtxaVWbEHqTQFGfpJtMQ6hVI-6ZmXNJ4ItDt9R4l1Cv4fiLNHzblYTKgCatf1LPsYSJFrSeQ/s320/tumblr_l5it0jt7V71qzz0ybo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640034750409766578" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px; " /></span>For a start what do you really call these things? Call them braces and I immediately think of teeth. Call them suspenders and I think of women’s stockings. One reason why they might be called suspenders is that sometimes they do look like they are suspended in space. So for an article of adornment that has no definitive name the problems are already mounting up.<br /><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQq3SvwPwctOfdhfcRS_1Aa1ZdzEEgiL41rrc453oMtR-_ki4RcS0XOVBEF-vknbJ11LPwtbKuNAdwmacTc9GxlzDqZUnOXVKqt9THkkkIkQ7iZVQMddaJ2K-5t3A8gIebAsStu0CmlkA/s320/sus1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640034675024144066" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 320px; " /></span><div>Trying to find images of an actual man looking good in them was like looking for the proverbial needle in a haystack. So we are already fighting a losing battle.<br /><br />Primarily used to hold one’s trousers, pants, slacks or jeans up (which some of our youth today could use) I kind of have the feeling that they look a bit ridiculous. This is why trousers etc. have belt loops. We don’t really need the added pressure of trying to make suspenders or braces look good.<br /><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9bVIh-ebjTX_4pY_p9f-dt41j8qy1KRf6WfmZ2pfoZv6XaUlMZCFVW7To7LurvCM6vB6GhlibvwtB0GLYV24Cyak3I65acJmmjq0aPvlIufNNAPixLlMXHtcZup2eBr65kX0E3_JKTLw/s320/0003_d.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640034392589465506" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /></span><div>You cross a fine line if wearing suspenders or braces that you don’t look like someone’s grandfather, a Clockwork Orange wannabe or worse a hillbilly.<br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVYJyeWF8hzDLJoyuujo-KMOYrIfeI_HjJtG622OalGMNpX4UBs2RwpGvhndQFjwQrFeBfz81HhQFU1P1ZhuojTTtMCPtUKu3OXU8weR-EC19q_FXVw5WupZc_YSfMiUK0AwHKu8Q8QAQ/s320/a-clockwork-orange-4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640034404130786914" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px; " /></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhhUOsuSLxx4bSVVw9un-iAbYTtx_yp8QFNOk7ORcC1BKx-h2CI1g79Q7ujWBLgGtIrOD9-Ad850J4pq3Lqnimd5GBRWEt8_FKbvd9ozxfhzl5D8Qt0w6wjUhGZYyVuPbLsxzaOZ11er4/s320/Picture+3.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640034670638060690" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 320px; " /></span><div>The social connotations of young men wearing them with close cropped hair is not a good one. Adopted by right wing politically motivated youth a political statement is being made. Do we really want to portray this sort of look?<br /><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsQrQIm2GX91X39dTdVGyomunKgw-8zf1xKnBGg7qXUSKqZvytJ3EakyzUGON4iNVnir5zxkS1MnJp5U1uNJSYMHRdva26w_0KN3SSKBAbZDYbbdpdK4uMS71dbuuzmPi5pncEIG-yZ6E/s320/3850803776_2ce710cf53.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640034396224337874" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /></span><div>Middle aged men wearing them and thinking that they a fashionably forward or quirky, seems a bit wrong as well. Picture Larry King here, it is a bit creepy.<br /><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQy_MEm5kROpOPdeOe9xDH6IZa5OqlTR8AsGjz7kqiFA5R53DTItst8i1-sDgRev8NvWMiJ7OxtlTtlaOX3O8jzsGNjVlIfUbzDyAVjYOZGXAm7zi7AmJFf1Sewe-EV5pnNTCPPInkpps/s320/braces01.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640034443172500722" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 169px; height: 320px; " /></span><div><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiaPKsgrbQqftghe0DA7mlRnEVEQR6oN0KakfcDxNaDNfy_OmuYr5z8WY8McordgeInaws9rbwfuZ7cYgp6dgLLtMPJQtabnHxRd_89ga1lJwm2qXmO8M-65wNTQgi5i9w3KjJltp6ApE/s320/larry-king-20100629-225132.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640034656179333538" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /></span><div>Over time designers have valiantly tried to make them look good. We have had chains from dsquared and various other adaptions that basically do not work.</div><div><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdgQSuo0zMmCIKxjzqCZLaLkPz2sNKyq_4x3ozloI_l_Cso3-oWfGHoB_mK9SQvfmbqdAV8SvpBA88LFnTDyHVBy9u9XOheCRl9g3AG1AnfwQ5VFOWYGOyC7l_M_03H4WJfnKuWw_a404/s320/dsquared-chain-link-suspenders-fall-2008-runway.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640034654345909330" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 248px; height: 320px; " /></span><div><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLKn1vouWlsLTcNOjxrSXphn0a0kE7-MuZwY6UxomzprH9y3erlacFGp5FUt7b4NldaoJNBW7doEeP0cOpgpV9Os8ms25lz2nc7M2eMRxPpkN8gnPxr5-53SOoXBTbJZgLXXDLyZLdmvs/s320/braces-pic1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640034446729151906" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 178px; " /></span><div>Oh, I do admit that they occasionally look ok, however for classic savoir faire do not go there!</div><div><br /></div>David Tomshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13181690917362173400noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2922868706165678396.post-29101240875434490242011-11-17T20:00:00.000-05:002011-11-17T20:11:45.059-05:00Chez Lanvin par Rateau<div style="text-align: left;">Many of us I am sure (being the voyeurs that we are) have always wanted to know, how some of</div><div>the most famous designers and personalities of history lived at home? We have seen their ‘public’ side however one always wants to know what were they like at home? For some there was very little distinction between home and ‘work’ so to speak. Such was the case with Jeanne Lanvin.<br /><br />A lot of us who have been fortunate enough to have travelled to Paris no doubt have visited the<br />Musée des Arts Décoratifs. When Lanvin’s original residence was taken down in 1965, the complete decoration and furniture of the boudoir, bedroom and bathroom was saved and given to the Musée des Arts Décoratifs where the spaces have been recreated.</div><div><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL2ooDh5bAh2HOLby9NrBDR1ZIzUBQHUSxI5mKGzO2qbsWs-EkCsclpUMQcsA6Q2psr2PyfI29eIPS853PMNJrpuEiIb4aQ9LHuPgjB1YUZjSS4271kZv7qVzhwytZUrekAuFP8_xFkoM/s400/Lamvin+Blog+10.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676135669888588034" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 314px; " /></span><div>The interiors decorated by Armand-Albert Rateau in the 1920s are a lavishly Art Deco styled heaven and oasis of femininity. </div><div><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU3z0mKnZbpsCxkW8HYZz_-3gMs2yLTmMjDACFnF1mZfm6FFvbsdBpgf76sPLxUM9kHmIz5zLB5b8enS42wyoxemcka7GQ0df_H1RzKDdhrbqe3kKIqFTnPsx6aB_yjcY3diurDWNymYU/s400/Lamvin+Blog+13.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676135880103242434" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 283px; " /></span><div><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp8J-3Wj7yfcllndUcsauv-GBrMoqv5VbXbkJK_tEBspevV1i1KGcFADqpxc5wxVY6FTeCu2hbHZSEj-9vvAl0PRS1Gd9rUtk6M-VhbtRaZpuSrw5yhssAGFXkzLj50cAdZMy6GAQas3g/s400/Lamvin+Blog+12.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676135673566634210" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 288px; " /></span><div>Rateau also designed Lanvin’s fashion house and managed the Lanvin-Décoration department of interior design (established 1920) in the main store on the Rue du Faubourg Saint-Honoré.</div><div><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga66xZl2JmfeUyN1UWH_ky22AxQM6duFwdZx37oATbLzSI-Bp4xRyrWGCWCzaMDePP7c7YnV9i5Ekm36gaJLqILCOSfLQEyAXr8KG3Us5pUYA19_Eyqtn9on6BAwvyRAitnDbWCqbBxEA/s400/Lamvin+Blog+6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676135230385268258" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 400px; " /></span><div>He also designed the Lanvin spherical La Boule perfume flaçon for Arpège about 1925–34.</div><div><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVBubR5XoL3jRD_qG8ZldVOqYmTZj2uWYiig1afOGnG8ORjoCKn5gPwYw3zO9UZAsXXrg9QTObSw1buEAvYw214wVtmMrjy9vHf3BBIuvL4pFjzYZ9I7glmdmwQpdP1akiIF9TtsZcOLg/s400/Lamvin+Blog+9.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676135666275440402" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 400px; " /></span><div>Lanvin was one of the first along with Poiret in capitalizing on the whole "lifestyle look”.<br />Living by example Lanvin used Rateau to decorate her private residence.</div><div><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzyY9zvVk8EEM0oJdjMprvybpDgrMGxuvWo_XLmz-ceQ7AK01-u48eE0yMG9knMDd3dCf03KO0Z_tjluaq_RATgyY9vE2HLKWoUKtsUjKYqjBuAoJ3c8hA7_YFpQRU-VdguoT_n0yLEyo/s400/Lamvin+Blog+7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676135660230127426" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 400px; " /></span><div>The interior design of her private quarters although classed as Art Deco, is quite removed from what we know today as quintessential Art deco. With hues of cornflower blue, known at the time as ‘Lanvin Blue’ and some remarkable bronze furniture, the interior was were more refined and individual than the current trends.</div><div><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRYwNAW_HN5Jib9tTXrpgGaDbvQnC_PrDYhPkkJSoU_nwJwXDZv4R_p84Y-C4_K8nxC3pZ6Y52n_s3xap-EBavzRtBtlKTUnNvR-Z8Klh7h_i0H-jDPiJIv_vCBJ1gfBzd72aiyYkBAq0/s400/Lamvin+Blog+5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676135233623170354" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 289px; height: 400px; " /></span><div>Lanvin blue was the basis for her bedroom in a monochromatic color scheme, and it achieves a striking yet reserved effect. The white-silk-embroidered fabric used on the walls, draperies<br />and bedding was made by the same seamstresses that embellished her robes de style, and add a sense of cohesion to the room. </div><div><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOpfpqvGedheNfTUZCUyQk0kQeccz3K189OeyOYWnjoeg_HZ9yWZHqeAYIisXD58xB6_TixcPNiQ-vUZPNd6XKDtjJWAdki3bbs410Sg0rIozsyxWogcy7hVXWEvh22HVvkbQRGPdroN8/s400/Lamvin+Blog+4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676135229530889938" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 327px; " /></span><div><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil7Qf4Z1kTfI-sgPAbMzikU1XS32nw7c1ILj8-Y0kQUTeUqE2aBkJ_Ru0BMdstjAqPpnU6O7musnF5pt5nz8FXN4DUtXQbr6rZsN1R7vrmJ4Dy-431uL-cgWoJ1MIAlHatiR5ztQDHiVo/s400/Lamvin+Blog+1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676135221955804818" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 280px; " /></span><div>The living room was decorated in a similar vein, which gave the whole apartment of cohesion.</div><div><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibDAy6SmlXk15Wa2Qgs4EddYzhbhj7NIV-ULivuB498HKQWzGHXtPSIwozqZlOpUsU96ZcV-ZvTFBC7Qt0fzy5Pyi4b1hmEPhB5UMRHeTMkqaFGBCAy6BVf2zgYxEjjjGTTE4qnXgx1Ls/s400/Lamvin+Blog+3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676135224811042802" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 325px; " /></span><div>The bathroom in stark contrast is something that could have been a relic from ancient Rome. The chic mixture of black and white tiles on the floor in a mosaic pattern is quintessential art deco. Again the fixtures were designed by Rateau, with accessories also including the spherical Arpege bottle.</div><div><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh42DN87F-i8FoP5NOZ_5SXKvnTp5rtCUHQM6SByQLqAScGpzew1levrBhPs5EwxeUrWTClR06ZE3UnXC7aodgIi7zA0-sgcFYXu6vIGsFu9QKJoEjjJTBDN07qU1JzK1FyvbmJLFq3wL0/s400/Lamvin+Blog.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676135880677820274" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 321px; height: 400px; " /></span><div><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUl9oQm-UUaOuEBBj0BSFlsWOC6KiIwC0WeKdapTwRH9xgFuao4OFK5YZRzWR2phg3gAeNRMqC11UqhWObUrVHio8HA8NfFTX9cfTkMR009iAfuYQ5-OShtXeJarWaWsRtcy-R5OBdAwY/s400/Lamvin+Blog+8.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676135665170599730" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 315px; " /></span><div>Rateau's specialty was the creation of luxurious objects using a deliberately restricted but striking mix of materials which was influenced by disparate sources such as, the Wierner Werkstaette in Austria and the ruins of Pompeii and Herculaneum in Italy.</div><div><br />These preserved interiors not only give us a glimpse into the private world of one of the great couturiers of the twentieth century. Although some may argue that these interiors may not be<br />as refined and elegant than say the private apartments of Chanel, I tend to disagree. Whereas Chanel was trying hard to forge an identity for herself, Lanvin had already found hers.<br /><br /></div>David Tomshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13181690917362173400noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2922868706165678396.post-31614925801941169362011-11-16T20:00:00.000-05:002011-11-16T20:02:11.998-05:00Regretting Coupland<div><div><div style="text-align: left;">You know I am kicking myself now that I did not pick up anything from the Douglas Coupland collection for Canadian Clothing Retailer Roots last year.</div><div><div><div><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675650959151666850" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0zKtHxqd-4SeS0ePNLpu18lDbT4JLsSN6LBnw96Tw3j0h8bfHyJkPNTFEPE0I2PqfBqNku2AsS-ewa6chIOOMkroy7skyC9UnyVJWx9LD1BalUqN7BSPfBce2gWc5n-aSAJa8nm0jDQA/s400/douglascoupland_4.jpg" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 400px; height: 242px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer; " /></span>Coupland is a Canadian novelist whose fiction is complemented by recognized works in design and visual art arising from his early formal training. I like the concept that originally a visual artist Coupland would do the cover art for his novels. I would think that nobody would<br />be best to illustrate a novel than the author themselves.</div><div><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675652124794052866" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4INLFK_XoWrQoLMDXYyrGdlPw1NaVf2RaR0twlIkiFWImmV5xtBrDxMcZHaOYLTlcpQw7YpxaaI0aJL9RxjodMPs3mJ3MIO3xF3iAvvk6VBf3YPRN__j-K9kejQ-1k7IVDKIrF9dfoxs/s400/jpod-douglas-coupland.jpg" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 261px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer; " /></span>A concept collection for Roots last year featured iconic Canadian images re-worked using Coupland’s trademark style of bright colours and simplification. A common theme in his work is a curiosity with the corrupting and seductive dimensions of pop culture and 20th century pop art, especially that of Andy Warhol. Another recurring theme is military imagery, the result of growing up in a military family at the height of the Cold War.<br /><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675652130404886226" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuIdzF-vJXJCL0PFMTa6vvkTSXUYrq3ipHVV1bTffYZpxPE04qFPKb1IS99Q-k4ZCfexuDKydGLALZNr-nV9ot9aec6MdPS5TmY57PeGHfAg8KJcqcoyi_QWo0KqeplhS0D1EKCR7-_zk/s400/picture-2.png" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 301px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675652126687432370" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYOTGXbxHog-dTAuAAQdPaqon2HrKRopbuhyphenhyphenIWkgnioPDrPSmCUgpGpyP0thHfYzXYrxLHfFGDhVR6VScDGyiV30BFKnBzwL7w8kbdKrhndMWJJgdkKlpPxgyAUQQwshVQh6kiZVOsX8k/s400/pg-2-diary.jpg" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 325px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer; " /></span><div style="text-align: left;">Liking the style maybe I can whip up something myself?</div></div></div></div></div></div>David Tomshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13181690917362173400noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2922868706165678396.post-24580816986579956152011-11-14T19:56:00.009-05:002011-11-14T20:18:21.561-05:00Savoir Faire has Returned!<div>Well Savoir Faire's one is back from my whirlwind trip home to Australia. It was all too quick, however a few of the highlights follow.</div><div><br /></div><div>A walk in the country to catch the wonderful flora that abounds in Australia.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJrBoiNK8Y0gF6QxyRKyOQBnsjTvIdsJ1cSCnD9xUy5uYolB_0_hqpJJqlpDSl7D7XqWX5-6RplMPR-LQAxQBn1EC1q3B0SzjaQpteY-RZQ0LC60nVuGOawkv_cIfJW5tNdo80XLcvoc8/s400/SAM_0864.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675020907461300290" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">A family wedding that was exactly the way the happy couple wanted it.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpxiRdm359Nn662G0F5U-wCZPulwUlkaI2vH7H3irg1eAoktcHGWkqgoRuvt-HEFmqSGGwMbJg8NJ7Xc4trCmid_28m8mykUsPKX2jPIt-hleLIU59mLWA1xqh84yxI2mz93ICGi_-G5o/s400/SAM_0882.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675021670096526018" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">Of course you could not have gone wrong with a reception held at a winery!</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSXfsPO2ble8MDiW7Hm8AJNjyBiCp2e6mhIp6sWfozZVRVEk9qlB0oHJP4HvIK4TCF8F3eBy-aISy1CtNBetRdKotolvI9rorTyEU_Hd0X64xx-lTGDXOcYqkUcef0R0gkSTAIKR8eRqY/s400/SAM_0884.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675020906024741906" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">A pause to remember our war heroes on November 11th.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></span></span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuRD91gYyqkIbtoP7rifRRAoVDvVIhJsTYa_B8Y7ZkbztFSUuTgVxfEY92Js2eiUAGNuPiH7ocS8F8_RgKbUqT59S_QZnOHrkH59xZGqmyHiT0p0lFepfig4hf1fvDvuiTjoAPMgyfPEM/s1600/SAM_0927.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuRD91gYyqkIbtoP7rifRRAoVDvVIhJsTYa_B8Y7ZkbztFSUuTgVxfEY92Js2eiUAGNuPiH7ocS8F8_RgKbUqT59S_QZnOHrkH59xZGqmyHiT0p0lFepfig4hf1fvDvuiTjoAPMgyfPEM/s400/SAM_0927.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675023152799115346" /></a>Guerilla knitting Sydney Style.<div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5JNUyKFloNyy5ukV-Rb-tBc3WhyD303pAcndCpBQ7xd8p8PmSuQkt3p6Hc78Q9m0xrgSyEovNjeFqTezX-nvifP3a21LFajb9e3VvloQg8sOYuoDNay43yDFYshEoGWpoJXvwvHua594/s1600/SAM_0926.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5JNUyKFloNyy5ukV-Rb-tBc3WhyD303pAcndCpBQ7xd8p8PmSuQkt3p6Hc78Q9m0xrgSyEovNjeFqTezX-nvifP3a21LFajb9e3VvloQg8sOYuoDNay43yDFYshEoGWpoJXvwvHua594/s400/SAM_0926.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675023152338602034" /></a>Unfortunately a day early for the exhibition of the decade!</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvYC0DauNHFAqP9r9rm0sFs5NRY_MCZzYeSdqiR-uIbbX2IAMSW_vuUT4Myd7_Im4o9-Iq7A1A8zR_x6_G3tCPEIoQRQRNnmbRTDlRBWS-3qCmn7dzF5taEnKwl4783FhoQ_irbKV6psc/s1600/SAM_0925.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvYC0DauNHFAqP9r9rm0sFs5NRY_MCZzYeSdqiR-uIbbX2IAMSW_vuUT4Myd7_Im4o9-Iq7A1A8zR_x6_G3tCPEIoQRQRNnmbRTDlRBWS-3qCmn7dzF5taEnKwl4783FhoQ_irbKV6psc/s400/SAM_0925.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675023149176286306" /></a>And lastly a favourite statue on a perfect Sydney day!</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-BjqPz9tPTsIye0hHJ1mubCowLrmoSVYdWCXChOCruc8hX2H7RIOWMOGbfGD9lJ44of7XIFlSPMqz6qoZ9kI8C55w5gp5yBIYpvPcAEN9Qa6SYDdaXt36anCoE4tsKgbDUT-alRdfJK0/s1600/SAM_0923.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-BjqPz9tPTsIye0hHJ1mubCowLrmoSVYdWCXChOCruc8hX2H7RIOWMOGbfGD9lJ44of7XIFlSPMqz6qoZ9kI8C55w5gp5yBIYpvPcAEN9Qa6SYDdaXt36anCoE4tsKgbDUT-alRdfJK0/s400/SAM_0923.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675022861135196882" /></a><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></div>David Tomshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13181690917362173400noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2922868706165678396.post-44736590905030881602011-10-26T20:00:00.000-04:002011-10-26T20:06:10.375-04:00Heading Off!<div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxplBu6Yutb9uwixRvo9-4JdB2xlIPnfPU0KMYKK8TdCsoBWAdn8Y0YAIIQohAOEu9es7gmRNUiRxSlRJa-4zn2Vxjek0TgjC3DD8GnkryMtsohVJNvSA_PpEc2qp3aJYX7AvBAf3OAd4/s1600/timthumb.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><div><div style="text-align: left;">Many of Savoir Faire’s followers are aware that I grew up in Australia in a very small country town in the middle of nowhere. A small village of 1500 people nestled in rolling countryside with a strong historical past.</div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667840252457030178" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi36jz-kKoPoouERl6L5kHahhyphenhyphennO6hdr5F_L_ahmkBCZBzGSay2ihezbrR4WBCJQIyHzIID3yI-nSbg900Zp0MBPl36jEiim95lH4tdmmqcXS3QYQS2jtrV9irqIBMdPOSf78i4gTky0Y/s400/img_3387.jpg" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer; " /></span>The town is a virtual time capsule which attracts tourists (luckily not too many), wine lovers (great vineyards in the area), historians, artists and just the curious. The main basis of the town as we know it today was the fact that gold was discovered in 1870, and at one time the town boasted a population of over 20,000. The gold petered out, the people left and the town settled down to become a farming community based on sheep and wheat.</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWTyRSQuc6ke3YtIOJeNtD_BAHiW8nVv6VPaTiseqg9WIIzTBa5p4P0Uuc8CzlK6W2Z8aVQv-1DmhVF7_5xRIwHI3lSFEAgN1QzTQnrVWy9joPr2QrQDGv5HMpFH1lmrrCEZ1I9M8-u0s/s1600/__7228471.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667839404801477746" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWTyRSQuc6ke3YtIOJeNtD_BAHiW8nVv6VPaTiseqg9WIIzTBa5p4P0Uuc8CzlK6W2Z8aVQv-1DmhVF7_5xRIwHI3lSFEAgN1QzTQnrVWy9joPr2QrQDGv5HMpFH1lmrrCEZ1I9M8-u0s/s400/__7228471.jpg" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 298px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer; " /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667839406280899474" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieEjy9-P5ZhzQGPBrplSVSV6NiG1GhwQUCLp4sF322L_BIU9w6XNaNi7HRsVUrfU7dd3A6Rljlj8AgK33zcWcloVpdzIfQtsim5TOyhxaiu_a9Q7KvvOjFsDiY7HSuKDZko8xAFGyOOJQ/s400/409hs-cottageGulgong.jpg" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 400px; height: 311px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer; " /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667839611335652242" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2eRI5R1pFBfQEOTYZooeA_roazYjhyCaqcpiWExL3OdWpRnF5hmyRgxVHH-eeX76Y8QXcJmfM-FN2Xnqfb_4DBdvH_JMkoufFRCZ4j8J5kkrEPM4lvzWk821FoXQMF_YnnSK08O4f4IY/s400/a2822178.jpg" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 400px; height: 265px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer; " /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667840255261141138" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBE_mFvpiRk1b7opUyyVzSp-y8JvtSigRA6bvZzAeA9CzRsDjI940v5eGufjmF1cnKlWOd1QLq8HUBJCScSWCiE3iNG3bdO17NnYje2kdgeVuMPx6Hwte5n7ixUnNIR4LZSU0yBZYaem8/s400/Margaret_keenans_diggers_arms_hotel_gulgong_slnsw_s.jpg" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 400px; height: 293px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer; " /></span><div>Another claim to fame of the town was that it was the home for a time of one of Australia’s noted authors, Henry Lawson. Images of the town during the gold rush and Lawson were featured for many years on the Australian $10 bill. This has led to the dubious distinction of being known as the Ten Dollar Town.</div><div><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667839417251205250" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwMFmKiWAUOCFj6PB0JOO-bNVjWFldnh8yt9octGpqd3JIUd-vqsZlrFwHBpV41Pi4c40MZbn167cJQfYc1KfinAbpK38T5pDqARh5ONAz0kHwFv7IM6eJ1gSa25PkCtl1vct9rVi24aE/s400/1966_10_dollars_big.jpg" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 400px; height: 208px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer; " /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667840249302307442" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje4xU1f-1LhfhIEnOyD-F8_Gy6EGC03HQUMFpiEbL23VO1JhaJ6weX3aXrnLwACppE26Nv2A0VN25hnTibpjoU5YptgVt8V0EG1NIrKOLON038WnrTDlsJZYppAP1TtOHhh7PmEzc7X7E/s400/henry_lawson_centre__gulgong-16203gl.jpg" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 400px; height: 261px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer; " /></span><div>Not much in the town has changed thanks to a very strict conversation policy which has preserved many of the town’s older buildings including the 5 pubs that cater to the small population. Walking down the main street is like going back in time.</div><div><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667839407246488242" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7M85zx0w8ecclszXuVNCiCCjlYHCP3DWnOuBokW4ErSJ1JsQWhfje290Ft8sCUFr9evJ9BpKrLsV2X_9tSU6-NV9GwuvVs_RgULNvkPeAHtQn3V284pXJFMViovHtnNvQ-jVL7740Q_0/s400/1867.jpg" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer; " /></span><div>Wonderful colonial Australian architecture still abounds and it is still a pleasure to go and admire the details and spend some time under these cool verandahs in summer, when the temperature can be over 100.<br /> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667840333306024914" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxplBu6Yutb9uwixRvo9-4JdB2xlIPnfPU0KMYKK8TdCsoBWAdn8Y0YAIIQohAOEu9es7gmRNUiRxSlRJa-4zn2Vxjek0TgjC3DD8GnkryMtsohVJNvSA_PpEc2qp3aJYX7AvBAf3OAd4/s400/timthumb.png" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 400px; height: 190px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer; " /></span>The town even boasts an Opera House called the Prince of Wales Opera House.</div><div><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667839603765838866" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhADK8OMd5tz0Q9OZ2j7gHXeI4_G4XRH9u1VAsXkEYwMvz2aZ_dSf-VQTJVYJWoXZgcp-w8e3P8ztLpxG6WBapVyNh9f36mFNwbZpkBsUyvXYZdumXsTgeYQCrIH680xOlsegReNyi7voQ/s400/5070484575_a5297b41da.jpg" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer; " /></span>Mind you growing up in the middle of nowhere is not easy for teenagers, and one could not wait to escape the confines of the town and head for the big smoke and bright lights of Sydney.</div><div><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667839600016831346" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh08UonsOUVjSpEAz5v0ZO52BAQyQ7fPZeCG-nTdXfLPMnhe2xvE75yX5CPGQapFye7uMzatPM0ExzafeY2KaPIIxQNHkbS7zeX8S76b1hpVCMzbXZswLDb1-7fZnI50ovp5Ul2eUPVyY8/s400/3146184411_177d2198cb.jpg" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 400px; height: 270px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer; " /></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667839603054525458" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH2wsfrYp1300ECPtowiEJiAjNw3nb3ohXRTuw7oSavCYz_mYjH8BMbeuEkDUG1OXkHMDtnOh1-tk37dWlg4fnjt3ge1YZayf-9T4EXro7AGSFApcLxg63D1n6sF8yNKx8x5bgKRO0XqQ/s400/3147041676_6184e8f1c0.jpg" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 400px; height: 270px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer; " /></span><div>Now the tide has turned and one always looks forward to visiting one’s home town, which Savoir Faire will be doing on Saturday. After a marathon flight from Toronto, via Shanghai to Sydney, Savoir Faire then boards a train, and then changes to a bus, to then be met by one’s mother at the old railway station and then home!</div><div><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667839422099124162" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsM2pfJtislOsDZsx7H-eVeakKqi3SBIYxWlnIssOb0BWXdKpGsg8LX3uRR40623ni341w-nFmrS9vvyI3i14H7sbn9LoGK38PA7FEcKo7hZQa4024oH2ZkB9nB6sRVr10PccKF6gZKBc/s400/12321048.jpg" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer; " /></span>The purpose of the trip mainly being to attend the wedding of one of my nieces. This particular niece’s fiancé, proposed to her on top of the Rockefeller Centre in New York last year one evening while they were on vacation. How romantic and full of style is that?<br /><br />So Savoir Faires for the next two weeks I will be incommunicado enjoying the relaxation of home!</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>David Tomshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13181690917362173400noreply@blogger.com32tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2922868706165678396.post-30537112647441126352011-10-24T20:00:00.000-04:002011-10-24T20:03:14.863-04:00Soaring Savoir Faire at Dulles<div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV9H9w6k4V3AwAEMBZBluY24PSAqN-yLu2EbNkmE1h0_-71JF13RjaoH-nhXd4V2V5BZU9UcQVa6tpp3vOYb7upDTNHbc7z458NcaN67DnT3zeQh2vjA7LwcRawIULYruRgdz8Brk5dZE/s1600/2010_07_10_dulles_airport.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><br /><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 211px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639238882492921346" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV9H9w6k4V3AwAEMBZBluY24PSAqN-yLu2EbNkmE1h0_-71JF13RjaoH-nhXd4V2V5BZU9UcQVa6tpp3vOYb7upDTNHbc7z458NcaN67DnT3zeQh2vjA7LwcRawIULYruRgdz8Brk5dZE/s320/2010_07_10_dulles_airport.jpg" /></a><div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: left;">Knowing how much I love aviation and architecture it has been a while since I have featured a post combining both of these loves.</div><div><br /></div><div>We are all familiar with the name of Eero Saarinen, the Finnish architect who designed some of the 20th Century’s most iconic emblems of mid-century modernity. Who cannot know the “Tulip Chair”, “Womb Chair” and various other items of furniture which are still in production with Knoll?</div><div><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639238889973967186" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFuadGBXHLwbnRG8tw17y9R9kZLwlsnhRMJR5HSW3RvoC0C-0lNK8iBnZ4Fdh2Rn7R8gYJLDV_qkPaAkz1dID_L7yT6mRV4wMLt6MGVqiOXBxP-mSHrYXWWjowr53aLy1sud7xvofHZF8/s320/149032_170881399598805_109518799068399_416452_5466480_n.jpg" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 320px; height: 291px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer; " /></span><div>However it is as an architect that he was well and truly in his element, with some of America’s most iconic structures being designed by him. Undoubtedly, his most famous work is the TWA Flight Center at JFK, which represents the culmination of his previous designs and demonstrates his expressionism and the technical marvel in concrete shells.</div><div><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639239039348519362" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk9gIEJ9JS-sn3QR7awSdZerbH_coaanZYpDXtjIf1GHgqAgYYr5g41_7gVWbUEKm2QS1voYcYJYRs9aOHh2cU3iThYJfD8QNZf1xTbKOMG7f0xLkGPgWY7iagfu9S_gCKuVmVk2uvmFU/s320/8511000041.jpg" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 320px; height: 251px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer; " /></span><div>However, another part of his architectural legacy includes Washington Dulles International Airport which is sometimes overlooked in favour of the TWA Flight Centre in New York. Designed in 1958 and opened in 1962, the main terminal is a fitting homage to an architect with foresight and vision.</div><div><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639239051030807154" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB6tTTOJQXv20oqMyc-7jWc7YWiVdHaBjiWFMSVLkRmLDwpqgWcAaICMSGyr-V3KqU_jaqs6umALbXn5jH_TYpcGaqFAOE9XZSxDb-XfCKi5wXsgBj3NGBvKF1jqp8CZ6ofDUUw5UiI7Q/s320/CRI_56578.jpg" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 320px; height: 204px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer; " /></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639239068285241506" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5wPwl4e6HLeSVCndPXcZxV98OJhLWsGMKczBZHNRX0OCskHMZZBs62WeWscTF0P7l-_9GnmwBC1H56tgQWSMzTG22BLjCPzIsEsoW24APraQQjWdh85ARssUt8VJQPc3Uu80WQJ7ECZU/s320/piers_13.jpg" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 282px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer; " /></span><div>Eero Saarinen intended his Dulles International Airport Terminal to evoke both the monumentality of a federal building in the nation's capital and the dynamism of the dawning age of jet travel. (Dulles was the first commercial airport designed for jet aircraft from the start.). There is a dynamic sense of liftoff and speed.</div><div><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639239206551718178" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinUFEnVBRIYe1exRRMvbji43M1nMKthpVr-mvsfR3Oj9Vo6wYhfBi5pGYjSYnzM8fgEwzrFQg-ADAfstPeFfItWcqvGkqYY0G_eiYe3qJf7kWYcX3_owY25UR6qAHCmNclAhbzN03F5Q4/s320/saarinen21.jpg" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 320px; height: 224px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer; " /></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639239054522719442" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdfru3IuyiBzV_XTiY_4JosqMXUZ_T6Ske1BFR380sF_j7kaw77L7zPoaRj1YUlEmygNAk-lZMjpG6pMY1PTqlA1o3YsMM4MYIzXMY4lFGlwSkU1QSICDwwce9Jx8kf63jsQkIzobqLd4/s320/dulles_3.jpg" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 201px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer; " /></span></div><div>Architects continually cite it as one of America's greatest works of modern architecture. Designed as a jet-age threshold and gateway, the terminal is a kind of super-scaled pavilion, a place of transition between movement on land and movement through the air.</div><div><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639238859342929298" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkBvgFtKPxZcM3T0mBqKarSJodSdcWTKGkEHejCR-6peA0RzSh-2J-ARwD0_YaGdlJ4H5RONayH4oB_f9OuETQsYRQE1L86wen9hb3Ed9Sh14qJxBavOS7vr_Il3eltMzUBxSXOCDcfjQ/s320/23_saarinen3.jpg" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 320px; height: 238px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer; " /></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639239219122467170" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxrkscn2EiKBPrljvHVETN-1LMX7HJfd8XxUMrZEy0wGWi1Yzbvj3z09w861ZDY61Li_37Re1NUWn6g3ceFIs5-6ltJfWQtYsDOdKzLYPtkG4MQD3Jnp6JLmOOyfukg2d8ElvokxP24VI/s320/tumblr_ktxdw9R2Ob1qz5vu7o1_500.jpg" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 241px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer; " /></span><div>Two characteristics, in particular, make Dulles unique. It has proved functionally durable because of the terminal's flexibility and adaptability to changing needs. Owing to the clarity of its dynamic, of its original design, its aesthetic quality also has endured, to become a classic example of mid-century modern.</div><div><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639238868688290306" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUB5F7Uqnm4yjGIm98nlToXuZU0CRZH-92fgpDRs5m8z5_75zkXzr-Y3G4uKAKA1VRFKBF4ua3XM1-ZW0cNqr29deWns8j6sg8M3ROX_pOOWcfE9sIrn_eTbE9hXlD7HtOUymyrELe-rw/s320/23_saarinen4.jpg" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 320px; height: 265px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer; " /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639239213119884978" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN5iZ8_pyU38YTQb2pdt-4049KCjP8G0ET48tblIXWgrGkoqBnPEob1yTiR9sVdOkyYZfxg4Pj5kIEMeBo1zN3MfCW8XXpyvJEkQwJv_MpwlhXT_hWc06J1PTmSy2RahGHxJk-_bdRklQ/s320/tumblr_ktoo881wcb1qz7o2mo1_500.jpg" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 320px; height: 213px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer; " /></span><div>In order to reduce the distances that passengers had to walk, and to create a compact building, Saarinen developed "mobile lounges," motorized departure lounges on wheels that would detach from the terminal and transport travelers to their aircraft, located at service areas near the runways.</div><div><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639238877875129330" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpxxZcsxT46KPW13bmSlP_j5LAUkec_3WHnBJnxgQDjQqBJfTPB-kJPX5lHQ3DyNRWROrr4AiQH6iZ46T6hyphenhyphenxDZJO8z_Jzx50Zu5R7eNQydLG3Iw9EKw-78Brq8ddvtXdwRJ1X42aV2NA/s320/220__500x_2003-02-MobileLounge.jpg" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 320px; height: 273px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer; " /></span><div>Anticipating growth in airport usage, Saarinen designed the terminal to be expanded. Indeed, stretching the original terminal to its current length some years ago actually enhanced the building's overall proportions, fulfilling Saarinen's intentions.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639239056373600162" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR4EkjkchzDUCuIdspyUtedox_CSHxVXfACongBAwyqpMBmFqI7yBHimkbFyQuCP-WpUB2bQG_69WhZBd22m_nkHj_HFOePgPA7bSipbkNP1whq2sZ7Or0MYM4w0tXphguYg_GvLRdxnk/s320/dulles-airport-saarinen.jpg" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 320px; height: 218px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer; " /></span><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639239223775790802" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt9fnKMvO3FB5RHdgW_t4VVPcUBN6Z9Vnk6uvLbw1NRSaAOe0aKlsTSgScXmRcMfBpRLiAsXsNQ9TMYob2kT-RAEqiobeUWAve84hEjGSAnmO9tUlwCPH5-PtOh_NqkUZDqfJgAXLrBNI/s320/WA_Dulles_Airport.jpg" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 320px; height: 254px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer; " /></span>The airport authority has wisely safeguarded this relationship by not crowding the terminal with. At many airports, terminals have become part of sprawling building agglomerations, with multi storied car parks and hotels, jostling for space. Dulles can be seen and appreciated architecturally from afar.</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>David Tomshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13181690917362173400noreply@blogger.com17