Ok, it’s that time again. Here are some of the highs and lows from all the December issues… all I can say about this is….where can I get one of those cheese dresses? And a hair hat? I’m going to be so stylish.
And by ‘Old School’ I mean the 1500′s. Which is waay back there. As I mentioned in an earlier post my husband is recovering from shoulder surgery and I get stir crazy sitting still for long periods of time (which I tell you is a serious occupational hazard) so I’ve been trying to plan as many outings fit for a one-armed man as possible. We went to see a movie already so next up; museum. Much to his chagrin I’m sure but I dragged his ass to see an exhibit at the de Young museum in San Francisco called : Masters of Venice: Renaissance Painters of Passion and Power from the Kunsthistorisches Museum, Vienna. It included work from Titian, Giorgione, Veronese, Tintoretto, Mantegna, and more, primarily from the sixteenth century. I love Renaissance art, as much for it’s importance as a movement as for it’s actual aesthetics. Although I realize two things after seeing this exhibit 1) I really don’t like the de Young because their exhibits are miniscule by comparison to other museums and 2) I think the ‘Venetian Masters’ don’t hold a candle to some of the other Renaissance painters. That’s not to say I didn’t enjoy the work, I think it’s beautiful and full of chiaroscuro.. it just wasn’t my absolute favorite exhibit. And maybe I like Baroque painting more than Renaissance and I just confuse them often (my Art History proffesors would be so ashamed). Either way here are some of the paintings from the exhibit that I liked
Any suggestions for more one-arm outtings? I’m running low since there are only two more museums to hit in SF
It’s Christmas eve eve and I’m feeling unually un-festive. I really enjoy the holidays, and trust me I’m still enjoying not being at work, but my husband has just had shoulder surgery so he’s not feeling very jing jing jingly and it’s hard to be in the spirit all by my self. I think probably the best way to get in the mood is to watch Scrooged, drink prosecco and then drunkenly donate all my money to various charities… oh wait that’s what I did last year! Maybe I’ll try again and not donate all of my money. I hope all of you out there are having a fun and snowy holiday! Here are some fun things for today:
I found these pieces to be very innovative, artist Jenny Odell uses images from Google earth to create these:
And this one, called The Olly and Dolly Sisters, by Laszlo Moholy-Nagy in 1925. Moholy-Nagy was an instructor at the Bauhaus. He helped end the schools expressionist leanings and moved it closer towards its original aims as a school of design and industrial integration. The Bauhaus became known for the versatility of its artists, and Moholy-Nagy was no exception. Throughout his career, he became proficient and innovative in the fields of photography, typography, sculpture, painting, printmaking, and industrial design. One of his main focuses was photography.
OH! and don’t forget to check out the sale today at Zara! Before all the good stuff is gone!
For Vogue, Amber Valetta and Shalom Harlow grace the pages together for the first time in over a decade. I think both of them, even at the ripe old age of 38 (which I suppose in Modeland is considered antiquity) and the styling are gorgeous…what I can’t stomach is the god-awful retouching. Seriously not good. What do you guys think of these images?:
Bazaar also recently had a cover full of oldies but goodies:
This morning I was doing the internet prowl, looking for something worth reading/looking at, and found something quite marvelous. These embroidered vintage photographs by Maurizio Anzeri are haunting and unusual. “The ‘MakeUp’ exhibition plays with both our quest for ideal beauty and drive to constantly change, retouch and customize things that already exist.” Which I can completely relate to, having made a career out of creating ‘perfect’ imagery through retouching and creating an unreal expectation of what people and things should look like. The show opened last Thursday at the A Palazzo Gallery inBrescia, Italy. Check out the article and interview on DazedDigital .
And because I’m in need of last minute gift ideas, and when in doubt I rely on books…which seems lame but is always utilized unlike some other last minute things i’ve tried in the past. I found this list of Historic Fiction books on NPR which sounded like great gift (self gifting may happen) options to me, personally Elizabeth and The Paris Wife sound excellent:
Elizabeth Tudor was one of history’s most intriguing, intelligent and enigmatic women, and Margaret George does her justice in her splendid novel, Elizabeth I, capturing the mercurial, strong-willed queen in all her neurotic brilliance. This is Elizabeth in her autumn. We are with her when she faces the greatest crisis of her reign, the threat posed by the Spanish Armada. We grieve with her over the love of her life, Robert Dudley, and feel the heat of her jealousy of her cousin, Lettice Knollys. We come to appreciate her strengths and forgive her flaws, marveling that she survived a hellish childhood and adolescence that would have broken lesser woman. So many fascinating characters flit through these pages — Dudley, Essex, Lettice, Robert Cecil, Sir Walter Raleigh, Sir Francis Drake, Christopher Marlowe, and Lettice’s lover, perhaps the only one who can match Elizabeth’s dazzling intellect, a playwright named William Shakespeare. But it is Elizabeth who charms, infuriates and mesmerizes, Elizabeth who lingers in the reader’s imagination.
In The Dovekeepers, Alice Hoffman tackles one of history’s most tragic events. In 79 A.D., a thousand Jewish Zealots sought to defy the might of the Roman Empire from the heights of Masada, a mountain citadel in the Judean Desert. For a story so shadowed with tragedy, it is a surprisingly lyrical — even intoxicating — novel. But Hoffman’s real strength lies in creating such indelible characters: the doomed women and their men who lived and loved and schemed and hoped as people have always done, even as time runs out. I cared very much for them, so much so that I dreaded what was to come. But Hoffman manages to make the inevitable tragedy bearable while still staying true to the history of Masada. This is a haunting book, both intimate and epic. I recommend it highly.
I am astonished and chagrined that I had not read any of Geraldine Brooks’ novels until Caleb’s Crossing. She takes a known historical figure — Caleb Cheeshahteaumuck, the first Native American to attend Harvard University — and from that single thread weaves a spellbinding tapestry depicting the world of the Puritans and the Wopanaak in 17th century Massachusetts. It is a tragic clash of cultures and gods, narrated by Bethia Mayfield, a minister’s daughter who befriends Caleb. Bethia is a remarkable creation, blessed with a soaring intellect, but born into a milieu in which women were birds with clipped wings, forbidden to fly. Harvard’s door was barred to her, but Caleb was offered entry, provided that he abjure his past and his blood. Caleb is an appealing character, caught between two worlds, and his fate raises thought-provoking questions about conquest, good intentions and the human spirit. This is historical fiction at its finest.
I am a fan of Bernard Cornwell’s writing — I loved Agincourt and his Sharpe series. I was a little hesitant about his newest novel, Death of Kings — it’s the sixth book in his series about Saxon England, and I hadn’t yet read the other books in the series. But I was delighted to find that the book reads well as a stand-alone novel. The author works his usual magic. His characters are vividly drawn, betrayals lurk around every corner, the humor is as sharp as the swords, and the action is non-stop. I’ve had some experience writing battles over the years (I did 13 of them in Lionheart), and I can say with certainty that I don’t think there is anyone who writes better battle scenes than Bernard Cornwell.Death of Kings comes out in the U.S. in January, and is worth waiting for.
All I knew of Ernest Hemingway’s first wife, Hadley, was that she lost one of his manuscripts on a train. Paula McLain’s The Paris Wife reveals it was even worse than that — she actually lost everything he’d written while they were living in France. Having had the only copy of my manuscript of The Sunne in Splendour stolen from my car, I could identify with this horror story all too well, and McClain’s account of the loss is not easily forgotten. The Paris Wife brings Paris in the early 1920s to vibrant life and creates a riveting portrayal of a young, fiercely ambitious writer struggling with self-doubt, poverty and traumatic memories of his WWI experiences. Their marital woes played out on the most theatrical of stages, from Paris to Pamplona; The Paris Wife is a glittering re-creation of a literary Golden Age. Readers will meet Scott and Zelda Fitzgerald, Gertrude Stein and Ezra Pound. But it is Hemingway who steals the show, and Hadley who steals our sympathy.
Magdalena Frackowiak by Aitken Jolly for DanskA/W 2011
I’m not sure what is going here, seems like a little bit of a dirty Puritan thing going on but I like it. Beautiful all around, especially like the abominable snowman thing she’s wearing in the one shot.
I have to confess a love for vampire movies and t.v. shows, which is hard for me because I want no association with the most contemporary version of this culture. I do not subscribe to the Twilight/VampireDiaries/TrueBlood group of vampire folk. For many reasons, but mainly I just haven’t found any joy in the snippets I’ve seen (which is a euphamistic way of saying I thought they kinda sucked). Hey that’s my opinion. Oh and I think I’m a little old to be watching the CW for any reason, or movies about teenage vampires in love. I do, however, still foster a pretty serious Buffy addiction (which is completely contradictory to the preceeding statement, I realize) and was an avid reader of the Anne Rice vampire books when they came out…and just generally have interest in the longevity of the lore around vampire culture. I also really like history. Ergo, my surprise and curiosity on hearing that Tim Burton (need I even add that I like him?) is making a movie (based on the novel of the same title) called Abraham Lincoln: Vampire Hunter. That sounds like a love child born to one Mr. Ridiculous and one Mrs Awesome. Awesulous? Ridicusome? The official description says ”Abraham Lincoln: Vampire Hunter explores the secret life of our greatest President, and the untold story that shaped our nation. Visionary filmmakers Tim Burton and Timur Bekmambetov (director of Wanted) bring a fresh and visceral voice to the blood-thirsty lore of the vampire, imagining Lincoln as history’s greatest hunter of the undead.”
Yes, of course. I’ve long thought that Lincoln’s beard was just a surreptitious hiding spot for his wooden stake, and that all along he wasn’t fighting against the southern slave states’ succession, that was just code for ‘vampires’. Just like having a strip club (or did I just make up that’s a cover for money laundering?). Ok so I’m very curious to see how this monstrosity of a movie turns out. Any one read the book? Any good/bad? Here are two movie posters recently released. I actually thought they were posters for the new Sherlock Holmes movie when I saw them. Oops.
I personally am a huge fan of a good old fashioned pilgrim get up. And I’m certain I can’t pass up anything named after a little boy that flies around and refuses to grow up and goes to a place called NeverLand. These fashionable folks agree:
Get your own! Here’s a splurge, a steal and an inbetween:
There are so many things I’ve forgotten that I learned in college. Most of them have to do with what I learned in Speech class or Anthropology, or any of the other classes that were obligatory during my otherwise all art education. Which is because I went to an art college and studied photography, mainly, but all art really . I’ve always had such a true passion and keen interest, to almost a voyeuristic extent, about what art is being created and by whom and why. So it’s unfortunate that I have realized I don’t remember nearly enough about the art history education I acquired, and that the art, along with so many other things, is being taken out with the memory trash. I’m just a forgetful gal what can I say. Today I was perusing (which many people think means skimming, or casually glancing at but alas! It’s exactly the opposite. Have I mentioned I’m fond of vocabulary?! ) ARTnews.com and came across an article on WeeGee, a photographer I’d all but tossed from the memory banks. He was a press photographer in the 30′s and 40′s living in ny and for all intensive purposes, kind of an ambulance chaser. But his images are raw and wonderful. Here are a few
This last image is of Marilyn Monroe using a distorion lens, something he apparently did later in his career. Check out the really great article and him at ARTnews.com
And I have to add this stuff because it’s pretty much genius. Work by an artist named Kyle Bean: