Yesterday was a Museum Day in Florence: Established by Marino Marini whose wife was called Marina!!! Was it a deed poll marriage? Or did he seek her out? Anyway, a fantastic deconsecrated church setting: massive sculptures.
The Nadar exhibition was a special: great portraits and good seeing portraits of people who you knew (of)…. Dumas looks a laugh . . Zola much less so . . Verne looks like a nice bloke… and Sarah Bernhardt is extremely sexy in a 19th century sort of way . .
It was tied in with other contemporary, or recent photographs: very inventive work by Aurore Valade, a young French woman.
And some lovely fashion photography from the 50’s 60’s . . including this beautiful shot of Judy Dent by Frank Horvat for Vogue.
So there I was browsing through ways of selling stuff on-line, and I came across this request…. for a painting of ‘Jesus cuddling a baby dinosaur’, along the lines of the photo attached.’
Certainly but first try on this jacket for size…..sorry? …. yes I know it’s unusual for the sleeves to be tied at the back like that . . but you will get used to it…..
I love these Sennheiser headphones: they sound great, and they’re comfortable: they store in two different ways…. they remind me of Space Invaders
Built by American artist Niki de Saint Phalle, this is a stunning piece of art/architecture/fantasy, based on Tarot cards. It reminded me of a Roger Dean album cover come to life, and covered with mirrors. . . . but better . . . . . www.NikideSaintPhalle.com
I love this beast!! Glass jug that doesn’t gradually become opaque: easy to clean and decent electric motor! Juices and soups galore…….
I have of late taken to re-reading the complete Sherlock Holmes, a volume I was much taken with when I first read it as a youth. I am still entertained by the meticulous observations carried out by my fictional hero. However, I am somewhat perplexed as this appears to have had a substantial effect on my vocabulary and dare I say, has made a deleterious change to my syntagmatic construction, in the sense that my mode of communication seems to have been transmogrified into that of an earlier era, and I am trapped in the company of this anachronistic tongue! Fearing that this may contine and worsen – I am already contemplating the purchase of a briar pipe, and a small landau – – I would be more than appreciative if other sufferers would offer their own experiences to provide me some hope of a rapid return to the present day.
PS A colleague has suggested that the works of a colonial writer of the name James Ellroy might provide an aid to recovery. Though I am not familiar with his prose, I am assured that the subject matter, in its concern of the workings of the underworld and the criminal classes, is not dis-similar to that of Mr Holmes, though I gather his style is somewhat more direct. Could anyone clarify these details in the hope of resolving this unfortunate situation?
PPS An earlier occurrence with the work of Ernest Hemingway was less traumatic, (though my consumption of alcohol increased ten-fold) since the presence of large cetaceans in rural Italy is rare. A small dose of Proust was sufficient to return me to my bed until I had achieved a full recovery and had a shave.