a very different sort of evening downtown @chocolateandart

darlings

you may recall (if you visit us regularly and we’re Tickled Pink that many of you do – tis Most Kind) that we went to an art show last night

and this evening we went to a Very Different type of art show – and twas glorious – and a stunning combination of sweetness and disaffected Youth and musicians-in-dark-glasses and graffiti-encased-stucco-walls and a taco stand and twinkly lights (we adore twinkly lights) and, we don’t think we’re overstating the case:

the re-emerging forces of Counterculture railing against a decaying world

there we said it.

that’s how it felt.

probably because we were Downtown (very far Downtown – in fact East of Chinatown at what is known as KGB Studios in a complex from 1925 no less – could we Get any hipper, darlings?)

*asidetocamera*

probably not. but who knows.

we even got to walk around the show with the Artist known as Dub Williams (not his real name, of course) and to discuss one’s Impressions with the Artist him/her/combinationOfBoth_Self is such a Rare treat (and could not have happened at the show Last night as sadly most of those collected at Paris Photo are now on the other side of the Veil of Life)

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OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAwe have to admit we became very Energiz(s)ed by all the Activity and body adornment (are we the only person in Los Angeles who is not Inked? It’s entirely possible……) and painting canvases and drop cloths (note technical term, we adore new vocab) and Inspiration.

it took us back to Camden Town and watching the human/android-like (as in Bladerunner, not the operating system for mobile devices) peacocks outside the Tube Station circa 1988.

something’s starting to emerge.

and we’re here to witness it and report back.

now isn’t That delicious?

 

walking, talking, inspiring over tacos.

darlings

A full day.

Much magic.

A lot of Writing (sending the completed YA novel to our Agent on Monday – a book which has a working title of “Emerald” but will probably be called Emerald’s Adventures at a Terribly British Boarding School – for clarity and because we have already started writing the one where she goes to University and it is Entirely Possible that we could squeeze one in about her Sixth Form Adventures too.)

In answer to the (no doubt in your mind) Question “are they all autobiographical, dear?”

The short answer is No.

But the more deeply considered multi-layered response which attributes some time given to the study of semiotics and semantics is Yes; everything happened. But not necessarily to Us and not in that order.

If that makes sense……?

So in between doing a final once over before we send the File on Monday, we had a few adventures of our own in RL.

Actually today saw Two lovely encounters with people we have hitherto either just met in RL once (Eleanor) or never met before at all in Person (Jonathan) but have followed them on instagram and so observed and commented and shared their lives and work and band gigs and movingacrossthecountry (J) and wantingtomoveacrossthecountry (E) and so much intensity and a mutual love of twinkle lights in one’s home (all year round) for Quite a While.

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We met eleanor at the pacific design center early this morning.

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And took a walk around the not-yet-sunny streets, ducking into small verdant courtyards to admire Foliage and pick up business cards at Interesting shops and potential new acqupuncture spa-like nooks. 

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We would like to mention that eleanor has a BOOK coming out and we can’t wait to read it.
Talking of Talent – we drove across town – towards east LA to meet Jonathan at a proper taco stand. The sort of taco stand that has fresh cilantro (coriander for our English friends) and Mexican soft beverages and chiles that bring Tears to the eyes.

Jonathan is a graphic artist and gave us a small envelope with a Wax Seal (don’t you just adore knowing people who seal their Correspondence appropriately for the etiquette of the early eighteenth century?)

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We cannot yet link to Jonathan’s site – tis in Progress – but here are some of his stickers (which are going straight in our scrapbook and moleskine directly for Posterity).

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A very creatively stimulating day.

As we drove back West, we sang along with Simone emoting something glorious in Italian (we don’t know All the words but we do a passable aria)…..

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At home, much later, we found ourself reading cookbooks by Sophie Dahl, while sipping decaf and warmed milk from cafe du monde (the coffee, not the milk, that’s from trader joes) and musing on Quelle inspiring people we know. And have just met. And might well meet Next.

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So exciting.

Sunday, tomorrow.

As heather says, the best day.

Parisian photographic moments rendered in glorious chenile stem.

darlings – something lovely has happened – one of our photographic-moments-in-Paris was spotted by Greg Domres, an artist in NYC, and an homage was created in chenile stem – quelle deliciousness.

Isn’t that glorious?

Here are the two images below.

More here from thestemist………………

And here’s the original post from Paris, darlings

Our work has inspired another.

Isn’t that the loveliest thing to do?

We are a muse.

At last.

Have a beautiful Friday wherever you are In The World today.

Perhaps you are in Paris.

If only fleetingly in your Imagination.

We often visit thus, too ;)

TriBeCa at dusk. Made by Hand. Art show.

TriBeCa by dusk.

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The 1 train had signal failure. So we had to take the Express and Walk.

Which was actually very Helpful to decompress. If you know what we mean, darlings.

And then to an Art Show made by hand with One of the Artists himself, thestemist.com.

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Strange and beautifully intricate work with chenille stems. Like a Victorian set of wall hangings.

We confessed that we don’t possess artistic language beyond Fragonard at The Wallace.

But thestemist , aka Greg, was kind.

He knows we are into chandeliers.

And crystal water features like this one at the trump soho.

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But there was something tranquil about greg’s work. Like an afternoon with a ticking carriage clock and the grandfather Swedish tall one chimes cheerily next to the barometer as tea is brought out from the kitchen on a trolley with bourbon biscuits on Thursdays as a Special Treat.

Nice.

Meditative.

And Quite different from martyn thompson who is exploring new horizons with falling glitter, cut outs and a pulsing Grace Jones soundtrack.

Very glam. In a Bowie, stardust, Roxy Music, Leigh Bowery way.

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We do the most Interesting things.

And it’s only Tuesday.

YSL: trauma, drama and haute couture.

the drama, the trauma, the couture, the houses, the art – l’amour fou indeed.

what a wonderful piece of art – about so many pieces of art. truly glorious. some may say at what cost – and yet, how could they possibly know how it felt to be YSL.

here is how he described it: “Every man needs aesthetic phantoms in order to exist,” Mr. Saint Laurent said at the announcement of his retirement. “I have known fear and the terrors of solitude. I have known those fair-weather friends we call tranquilizers and drugs. I have known the prison of depression and the confinement of hospital. But one day, I was able to come through all of that, dazzled yet sober.”