raising a little hell

This past week I was away in New York on business; got to spend some time with some super lovely & talented people, enjoying spicy cucumber margaritas & trading stories. Filled my early mornings & evenings perambulating about Hell's Kitchen, a part of town that has a singular charm & authenticity that I really appreciate. Back in my little green wonderland in Vermont, I feel inspired & ready to dive into myriad projects I've had on the back burner, & new ideas that were more than I could write down. There's no drug like New York.

from one end of the world

Just spent a fun & relaxing string of days with family at the cabin in the Northern Adirondacks: good food, great company, kayaking, hiking, cocktails on the screened-in porch overlooking the water, & waking up to the sound of loons calling every morning; no phones, no internet, no traffic noise. I will certainly draw on this in the busy weeks to come...

oh, canada

 

We finished up our Canadian immersion with a stay in Montréal this past week: a menu of food, music, art & the exuberant energy of the city filled us up to overflowing. More soon...

old school

Seeing photos people have been putting up on Pinterest taken with vintage cameras has made me nostalgic for my old rangefinder. Images created with Yashica Electro-35gs have such a distinctive atmosphere & such depth of focus, & the anticipation of waiting for the final prints to materialize before you really know what you captured was pretty magical. These shots are from various locales in Europe in the late 80s & mid-90s, & this is how I still see Europe, even with newer & sharper images to supplant these memories. My formative camera years!

daydream getaway

Villa Santo-Sospir

Cocteau's home in Milly-la-Fôret

February has me pining for travel, especially travel that involves the sea & sunshine. When my husband & I make travel plans nowadays, we often find ourselves reserving a room in a city or bound for the ocean, since we live in a small land-locked town in some of the most beautiful mountainous countryside to be found. Verily, I have found our bucolic life to be the perfect refuge, one that has created the framework to be a creative person & to feel closer to the natural world; but oh, to live the glamorous life & have homes in the city & by the seaside, as well as in the countryside!

With brisk winter weather I find the rarefied quality of the air & sunlight on the Côtes d'Azur, á la Jean Cocteau's La Villa Santo-Sospir, flickering in my mind. Cocteau apparently found the region to be an inspiring refuge, with its combination of luxury & ruggedness, & its singular beauty. He created an abundance of murals & drawings for his friend Francine Weisweiller's villa in St. Jean Cap Ferrat, the setting for his 1952 avant-garde film la Villa Santo Sospir.

Cocteau's country home in Milly-la-Forêt, about an hour from Paris, bespeaks the eye of a poet, artist & filmmaker with lush colors & patterns, sculptural furniture, abundant art & cinematic table-top vignettes. Cocteau further illustrated his love for the region with chalk frescos swathing the walls of Chapelle Saint Blaise des Simples, where he was interred after his death. Both sites are open to the public for tours.

It's the house which was waiting for me. I am living in this retreat, far from the bells of Palais-Royal. It gives me an example of the absurd magnificent stubbornness of the vegetable kingdom. I rearrange the memories of former countrysides where I used to dream of Paris, as later I used to dream in Paris of taking flight. The waters of the moat & the sunshine reflect on the walls of my room their false shimmering marbles. Everywhere spring is jubilant.
–Jean Cocteau

Add on a jaunt to Paris, & you've covered all grounds...

Bon voyage!

more photos of his home in Milly-la-Fôret here
an interesting site for someone's art history thesis that has more photos & info on Villa Santo Sospir here