Sultry Ideas for le Saint Valentin

Sultry Inspiration for le Saint Valentin

These all may be classic things (see above image) on the Valentines way of celebrating list, but there is no better excuse than this day to celebrate lovers, to bring out the ambiance enhancers…and entice your chéri with tried but true tools of seduction. Continue reading

Merry Noël!

After a rich and delicious meal with my in-laws, a digestive stroll around the neighborhood and several phone calls to family back in the USA, I can wrap up this Christmas and snuggle up on the couch with Chéri, and it is safe to say that this year has been full of cheer. I wish the same and more to all of you!

Joy…Love…Peace & Paris!

Wishing a very merry Christmas to all of you. Whether you celebrate it or not, I hope you have a beautiful day full of joy, love and peace.
And make sure to find some mistletoe and kiss your Chéri(e) under it!

Happy holidays to all! #Paris #BonnesFetes #holidays #ChristmasInParis #christmas

Some images gleaned off of the web for your holiday enjoyment!

Joyeux Noël!

from My Luscious Life

This image is mine

From Miss Rose Sister Violet

L’Amour menaçant

♥ L’Amour menaçant… de Falconet ♥

This sculpture was made by Etienne-Maurice Falconet, in 1757, a marble sculpture of the god of love, of which there are two other copies, one in Saint Petersburg, and another at the Rijksmuseum in the Netherlands. This statue was conceived for the Marquise de Pompadour for her garden. Garden of loooove?!?

I love the life that Falconet has sculpted into this little child-sized body, and the perfect proportions that he has given it. It’s marble, but when I look at it, I can almost see it come alive with warm flesh and soft tussled hair and feathery wings… I visit this statue every time I go to the Louvre museum. ♥

Amour, the god of love, as a child, is motioning for silence as he delicately picks an arrow out of his sheath, in order to shoot it at someone, and thus make them fall in ♥ love… Isn’t he sweet! ♥


At the Louvre inn the French sculptures hall.

Did you know that every Friday after 6pm, the Louvre gives free entry to all persons aged 25 and under?!?


Le Biennale des Antiquaires 2010

It is going on now until the 22nd of September… 25th edition.

What is it you ask? It’s a giant art sale really. The Grand Palais hosts this event every year where prestigious galleries from all over the world are invited to display their wares, to buyers… and dreamers, or ‘window-lickers’ as we say in French (lèche-vitrine). But we are able to do more than just drool on window panes, we get to get up close and personal with the art. Inspect the detailed work and discuss the price… if you can afford it. Some curious people ask the price anyway. I overheard prices that made my toes tingle.

Underneath the daylight streaming through the glass art nouveau dome, there is an excited hush amongst the well dressed browsers. The possibility of owning one of these precious pieces hangs in the air, as vendors eye you and judge weather you are a new sale. They are also on the lookout for their return customers from last year, and put on their instant ‘I’m your best friend’ voice for that American patron of the arts that swaggers up with a ‘hey, howya doing man!’ Entry is 25€, not necessarily cheap. Refreshments are hefty as well, but the consolation is that there is a Ladurée stand to the right upon entry! 🙂

The European elite and super wealthy are welcome with open arms, of course, as you can see here. Aesthetic attention to detail and comfort are a must, especially when you want someone to spend a small fortune on a painting or piece of décor.

But I wasn’t there for  macarons (even though I ate some) nor was I there to be awed by the astronomical price of art and antiques, I was there to see pieces that will soon probably end up in some private collection where the public will no longer be able to gaze at it. Picasso, Klimt, Greuze, ancient books like a first edition print of La Peau de Chagrin by Balzac… I’m swooning.

I saw a small Fragonard that would go perfect in my living room… sigh…

Il n’y a pas besoin de vous faire un dessin – You get the picture

On the edge of the Jardins du Ranelagh in the 16th arrondissement in Paris is nestled a wonderful ‘hôtel particulier’ that was owned by the Marmottan family. Jules the father and Paul the son collected art, Jules especially was keen to Napoleonic pieces. At his death he willed the pavillion and the collection along with an extensive library to the Académie des Beaux-Arts. It has become over the years, known for it’s Impressionism era interests. It houses a large collection of Monets, and is probably a more comfortable place to come admire them than the over-run-by-tourists-wait-in-line-forever Musée d’Orsay.

They moved the usual spot of the Monet canvases for the temporary exhibition at the Musée Marmottan Monet. I was able to take a few clandestine photos to give you a sneak peek (especially those of you who are “locationally” challenged). It’s a must in the cold Parisian winter weather (certainly with this years unusually unusual cold spell)… The paintings are full of warm, vibrant colors that warm you up from the outside chill; full of expression to melt your icy face. There’s a steady simplicity in the brush stroke, and the thick paint recalling their impressionistic for-fathers, have a way of making manifest the painting with more than just an image, they attest to the matter, the material of which that image is made. When you look up close you can see it. You can see the exacte touch of the painter’s hand, you can see his intention, you can see the strange colors that make up a skin tone, a water tone, a shadow. And when you step back a few paces, you see the harmony that it all creates. But, a picture is worth a thousand words, so I will cease my “baratin” (jabber).

(click images to enlarge)

1910, Jeune fille en jupe rouge, by Adolf Erbslöh

From left to right :

1906, Nu de jeune fille, by Kees Von Dongen
1907, Portrait de jeune fille, by Auguste Herbin

28 October 2009 – 20 February 2010
Fauves et Expressionnistes

De Van Dongen à Otto Dix