weekend

--->A little glimpse of the oh so rare moment in which i was dancing amongst the least sketchiest of peeps to none other than james brown...err maybe it was beck. it would be a novel thing to find a club in paris that actually plays oldies or even current beats other than techno. don't get me wrong, i'm down with daft punk and other experimental dj's...but just not naive and odious kids who seem to move with the beat of their own drum...and i don't like their drum. your repetition is not poetic, it's annoying.(just giving a voice to the many who witnessed a lame dj at fleche d'or...;)

--->keeping on with the subject of music...better music, in my taste:

#1.2 - The Spinto Band - Oh Mandy
par lablogotheque

**Spinto Band. Playing at Ephemere this sat. in Paris. Should I go? I remember this song from way back when (which means 2005), when I was in Nashville with friends Holly and Mindy...we dubbed this song in memory of Mindy of course. "oh mindaayy"

toodle-loo-to-you

p.s.I think I am going to start running. It's been 4 months. EEK. Going to jog behind Versailles...when in R-, I mean Paris...do what you could never do!

la de da

---Yesterday, I was in the shower thinking about how I need to buy more soap while pondering at the same moment..."when was the last time I showered?". That question is always a red flag...a BAD sign. Next thing I know I'm washing my hair for the second time and I glance toward the ceiling. Tell me,how often do you glance toward the ceiling in your shower? Because evidently, for me, it wasn't quite often. There was a MASSIVE spider web with a spider cornered and in my view, ready to attack me when necessary. I shreiked, almost slipped but grabbed the shower curtain (and luckily it did not whittle down to the hard shower floor a.k.a. 'Psycho'-style). I then proceeded to clinch the detachable shower head (everyone uses these in Europe, don't know why) and sprayed!sprayed!sprayed! eek.eek.eek.
---Got the hell out of the shower. Found a broom and made hoola-hoop-esque sweeping circular movements above my head throughout the whole bathroom.

---That evening I had a dream about an murderer in my apartment that was on the loose after already killing a single blonde woman in her bedroom with a baseball bat.This dream included a news brief that I watched attentively, with a bowl of popcorn.In dreams, nothing is rational and the news anchor proceeded to present the viewers with graphic images of the victims head.I'm talking Friday the 13th stuff. It was horrible.When I went to "sleep", the attacker was in my apartment and heading for me.Then I woke up all sweaty and sat up immediately and...well, made sure there was no attacker.
Freaky-deaky...

***Happy Valentine's weekend to me! ;)

--Here is a sweeter scene about a scurvy spider in the bathroom from the adorable film 'Annie Hall'


*I love her attire in this movie! I'm thinking about being her for Halloween 2009.

Singles Awareness Day!

To-morrow is Saint Valentine's day,
All in the morning betime,
And I a maid at your window,
To be your Valentine.
Then up he rose, and donn'd his clothes,
And dupp'd the chamber-door;
Let in the maid, that out a maid
Never departed more.
(William Shakespeare, Hamlet, Act IV, Scene 5)

*photo pulled from the sweeping, romantic film "The Painted Veil". A tale of a broken marriage and the journey between two people. It is the third cinematic adaptation of the book by the same name (author: W. Somerset Maugham). It was released in 2006 and stars Naomi Watts and Edward Norton. I saw it on a plane ride to London, back in summer 2007. Obviously, it stuck with me.
To find out more, read this review of the film HERE.

---Good morning! Here's a lil history on the 2/14 date!

The holiday is named after two among the numerous Early Christian martyrs named Valentine. The day became associated with romantic love in the circle of Geoffrey Chaucer in the High Middle Ages, when the tradition of courtly love flourished.
Wikipedia.
Now, on to other "news"...

---It's a quarter till 10am, the kids are dropped off at school, it is STILL snowing outside and I just finished reading the NY Times, online.I burst into belly laughs after reading the OP section, in particular...this OP ART piece.
Here is the excerpt:

The Sweet Smell of Semantics
A dark rose, for instance, symbolized bashful shame; a foxglove, deceit. But the rules of love have shifted, and our floriography needs modernizing as well. Jason Logan illustrates some updated meanings for the flowers you’ll be sending (or receiving) on Valentine’s Day. The Symbol of Love Jason Logan, an illustrator, is the author of “If We Ever Break Up, This Is My Book.”

Here are the images:


NYTIMES LINK

one flew over the cuckoo's nest...et c'était moi.

---Holly dear, is this you? Are you back in Paris? Dites oui!(say yes! :)
Found this photo at the darling garance doré site...the green coat, dark hair...focused my thoughts solely on Mrs.Holly! Here she is one year ago, in Paris of course:


---Confession: I loved the show Felicity. Confession numéro 2: I rented the whole season, via Netflicks...last year. Final Confession: I think actress Keri Russell is so damn cute! Thus, sister sent me a link to a current magazine article with her, wearing the most adorable clothes. I am a loser :) And here are the photos of Mrs. K, looking at the same time etherealy beautiful and demurely cute in NYC.





***P.S. Uncle's bro is up for a César, for best music in a film at this year's awards in Paris...have a listen to his composition please! I'm also obsessed with this as well. Zealot!

Découvrez Michael Galasso!

Cook & Book Bruxelles

---Brussels? It seems I move fast. Yesterday, London, this morning it was Switzerland and at this precise moment, it is Bruxelles...
Why? It is because as I was skimming and old magazine that was underneath yesterday's 'Le Figaro', France's own "New York Times" I found an article about spending 48 hours in this capital city in Europe.

---Last time I was in Bruxelles, not to mention the one and only time...it was drizzling and awefully cold. We made the best of it by eating out at a grand resto with loads of mint tea and tartes, but I missed out on one of the greatest places to visit apparently....COOK AND BOOK
(please click and visit that site now! well, after you read :)
---Cook & Book is located on 1, place du Temps libre in Brussels, BE. The street name is so fitting! 'du temps libre' literally means, 'some free time' for you will want heaps of it when you visit! Cook & Book is in fact, nine bookshops and restaurants under two roofs.

---Each bookshop has a theme: travel, graphic novels, lifestyle, art, music, fiction, cookery, and there is even an English shop...you can't miss it, it's decor is 100 percent inspired by the UK flag!

---Within each themed room there is a different dining experience. For example, in the lifestyle section you can browse the gardening books and then dine on pasta inside a greenhouse. Or, sip coffee in a converted Airstream trailer in the travel section.
---The décor and attention to detail is unusual and inspired, from the paperbacks hanging from the ceiling in the fiction shop, to the beautifully chic cocktail bar in the music shop.

let it shine...

---February. The month of snow, visitors, and possible travels? To London I might go! Possibly the weekend after Valentine's...if the tics are cheap! The other day I saw an image of a Turner painting...I forgot how much I enjoyed his work, the way he uses light in in the landscapes...epic! When in London, must visit the Tate and National galleries. Here are 2 paintings by the Joseph Mallord William Turner:

Rain,Steam, and Speed-The Great Western Railway (1844)

---There's always something too good to be true about famous last words. Did Oscar Wilde really say, "Either that wallpaper goes or I do"? I certainly hope so, but still. So we should be careful with the claim that in his last recorded utterance, a few weeks before he died, the English painter J.M.W. Turner, the man who whipped up force fields of light, who could make light obliterate almost everything it fell on and then make it spell out everything else, turned to somebody and said, "The sun is God."If he didn't say that, he certainly should have. Turner devoted his life to light, even when his public couldn't follow him into it.
---Turner placed human beings in many of his paintings to indicate his affection for humanity on the one hand (note the frequent scenes of people drinking and merry-making or working in the foreground), but its vulnerability and vulgarity amid the 'sublime' nature of the world on the other hand. 'Sublime' here means awe-inspiring, savage grandeur, a natural world unmastered by man, evidence of the power of God - a theme that artists and poets were exploring in this period. The significance of light was to Turner the emanation of God's spirit and this was why he refined the subject matter of his later paintings by leaving out solid objects and detail, concentrating on the play of light on water, the radiance of skies and fires. Although these late paintings appear to be 'impressionistic' and therefore a forerunner of the French school, Turner was striving for expression of spirituality in the world, rather than responding primarily to optical phenomena.

***sources: Wikipedia,TIME duh.

Wayyy off topic. Here is the pop song of the moment here in the city of light...

Découvrez Charlie Winston!

curious? Flore asked me "what does hobo mean ka te leeen?" Ho-homeless, Bo-boy! oooahh