Hameau de la Reine

Somedays in the imaginary palace, villa, hut of our dreams, life can become very monotonous and tiresome.  The regalia, the gentry, the civility.  THE TEDIUM!

On days like these, I retire to my little hamlet, where "the chicken's are out," the milk's always fresh and life's always bucolic.  Now don your plebeian frock and join me.



photographs by pearled

Letters Between Six Sisters

"I had a letter from you & the Lady* & Henderson** today, wouldn't it be a dread if one had a) no sisters b) sisters who didn't write."

Deborah to Diana, 21 July 1965

*Nancy
**Jessica

The other day I checked out from the library, the tome, The Mitfords: Letters Between Six Sisters, and this lovely quote is on the opening page.  I've also been reading on and off Nancy Mitford and Heywood Hill's letters, so the thought of letter-writing has been really percolating in my coffee pot of a brain.  Why don't we write proper letters anymore?  A few of us send bits and bobbles of wit and curiosity to each other, but I think I'm going to start making time to write.  If you'd like a letter from the Hibernian Homme, do send me your address via email (the last time we'll interchange that way) and I will most assuredly send you a post!  For those of you already near and dear, ask your servants if you've recieved anything - you have.

George Tooker

Self Portrait

George Tooker, a painter in the Magical Realism style, a friend and contemporary to Jared French, Paul Cadmus and George Platt Lynes (my favorite) among others, and one of those people I wish I had the chance to meet and become friends with. 

Lunch

Sleepers

George Tooker photographed by George Platt Lynes

If you get a chance, take a look at the gallery HERE for more of his spectral work.

Icarus

Can't get this song by White Hinterland out of my head!  I think I found my November anthem.

photographer: Chad Pitman
model: Behati Prinsloo

(Thanks to the investigative mastery of Christina at Fashion's Most Wanted in helping me give credit where it was do! :) )

From Paris: A "Threadbare" Home

Every once in a while I get a combination of lust and envy that makes me not sure where to wager my emotions.  When Anzelina sent over this link from the New York Times, such a phenomenon occurred. 

Can you blame moi?



They so perfectly combine the blend of rustic and modernity that I'm in love with.  Add the lightness of the whole place and I'm soaring through the Pleiades.

How does a young, sweet-looking couple score something like that?  I guess we'll never know!  If I lived here I think I'd stay home forever!



If you want a refill for your prescription of jealousy, visit HERE.  There's so much more beauty within.

Felix Nussbaum, Self-Portrait, 1939

The fly on the glove is my favorite.

Lucifer Falls

It never fails that if I want to see a show, gallery opening, flea market, endless etc., I always miss it.  Another one to add to the eternal roster is the "Lucifer Falls" exhibition of Jeff Bark's ethereal photography.  I'm a sucker for anything like this, but add the moody lighting and corpse-esque (definitely not a word) bodies and I'm rotting in a coffin.

My new goal is to stop missing these golden opportunities. Using a planner again is my first step.