Monday, October 31, 2016

Sunday in Paris

When the sun actually shines on a Sunday in Paris 
the day feels somehow more special. 

Always laughing with Martine and Marcy.
A great Sunday starts at the flea market, 
where a search through vintage linen undergarments 
produced a beautiful camisole. 
Each piece in the trunk provided a sewing lesson 
with French seams, perfectly hand-stitched buttonholes, handmade lace and hand-stitched edgings.

Dyed vintage table linens 
will make a chic accompaniment to morning tea.

This young French ghoul is ready for Halloween!

Then it was off to the
Foundation Louis Vuitton, the stunning
Frank Gehry designed museum in the Bois de Boulogne
to view the Shchukin collection
which has had rave reviews.

The reviews are correct but obviously
they were not written by people
who stood in line for hours
(with tickets mind you).

Crowded lines between galleries.
The lines were hideous.

Yes, it's a first world problem.
Yes, I've become a country girl.
Yes, it's exemplary that so many people
are willing to wait in long lines to view art.
Yes, it was a Sunday afternoon
on a Holiday weekend with school vacation...

And, the lines were hideous --
outside (thank god it was a lovely day),
inside (once you've seen the first gallery
you know you have to go on) and
always for the toilettes.

Totally worth it! 

An amazing collection.
Most works never seen by the public before.

Portrait of Doctor Rey by Vincent Van Gogh.
This portrait by Van Gogh was my favorite piece.
So contemporary he could be
a hipster from Portland, Oregon.

Maurice Lobre, Dauphin’s Salon at Versaille.
I've been studying painting
with the talented Sarah F. Burns 
and was drawn to the sunlight on the floor
as well as the poignant subject matter in this piece.

The terrace views give even 
the modern skyline of Paris a certain romance.

A ‘living’ sculpture’, by Adrian Villar Rojas, 'Where the Slaves Live'.
Detail of the ‘living’ sculpture’, by Adrian Villar Rojas, 'Where the Slaves Live'.
This emotionally compelling piece 'lives' on the terrace.
An in-the-moment time capsule, 
the plants grow 
as the organic matter deteriorates.

The FLV building is a masterpiece
with ever shifting views.
Although the color panel installation
is compelling in a certain way
I look forward to returning when the glass panels
are in their original state.

À bientôt!