Friday, November 17, 2017

The Art of Looking

Recently, I was asked to translate (from French to English) the introduction to a catalog of drawings that would accompany an exhibition at the IDEM gallery in Montparnasse. It was a good challenge because the French language can sometimes be wildly flowery and almost untranslatable into English. I did like the author's overall premise, though, which was that we are so bombarded with visual images nowadays that we've really lost the ability to "see" any more. That we should slow down and really "look". Our friend, Eddie-the-K is good at this. He always has a small magnifying glass in his pocket that he will pull out in a museum to examine a painting or print more closely. That will certainly slow you down. We're finding that at this time of year in Paris, there are so many exhibitions to visit they can almost become a blur. Keeping in mind the "slow down" mantra, even though I don't have a magnifying glass, here's just some of what our eyes have been feasting on in the art world the last couple of weeks.

Up at the Palais Galliera, I went with a friend to the first Parisian retrospective of the life and works of Mariano Fortuny, a Spanish-born artist, inventor, designer, who lived his life in Venice, where his legacy continues today in a museum bearing his name.

Born into a family of artists in 1871, Mariano Fortuny grew up surrounded by painters, musicians and composers, and he at first pursued the life of a painter himself.  Over the years, he never lost his interest in painting, as this self-portrait from 1940 attests.

In the 1890s, he became passionate about photography, capturing images of people, places, and objects. He even invented a special photographic paper, and built several cameras.

His interest in photography led him to explore the qualities of light, and how light could be used to create theatrical effects. In 1904, he developed this inflatable, dome-shaped structure, that used projected lighting to enhance stage sets. He installed one of these mobile screens in the private theatre of the Countess of Béarn in Paris in 1906, at the same time adding a stage curtain of printed velvet, his first foray into the world of textile printing that was to become such a hallmark of his later work.

At this time, designers and artists alike were  drawing inspiration from classic Greek images. Madeleine Vionnet's fashion house reflected this influence, as shown in her watercolor sketch of one of her gowns

Mariano Fortuny, meanwhile, had been intrigued by scraps of antique printed fabrics found in Greece, and began experimenting with different printing techniques on fabric, culminating in what became known as the "Knossos" scarf. Its block-printed motifs of marine and floral life are evocative of Minoan vases, and became an overnight success in the world of the "arts décoratifs". Before long, Fortuny opened a boutique in Paris where his textiles, cushions and delicate lamps drew enthusiastic customers.

All of these passions and talents were just the "lead-in", if you will, to the main event for which Mariano Fortuny is perhaps most well known:  his iconic "Delphos" gown!  The extravagant Marchesa Luisa Casati so named it in 1909 when she purchased one. Inspired by the statue of the Charioteer of Delphi, Fortuny actually took out a patent for "a kind of garment for women derived from the antique gown", and another patent for "a kind of loose pleated fabric". Made in a fine pleated silk taffeta, with the end flaring out in a perfect corolla, the "Delphos" gown perfectly matches the movements of the body and accentuates the female silhouette.

A thin layer of albumin enhances the iridescence of the material, capturing and reflecting the light, as do the glass beads that decorate the edges. The only other decoration is a simple belt, embellished with gold-printed motifs.

Fortuny's wife and close collaborator, Henriette Nigrin -- seen here in a 1930 painting made by her husband -- is said to have invented this delicate, pleated fabric. It retains its shape at all times, can be scrunched and rolled up, and was wrapped and delivered in a round or square-shaped cardboard box. As soon as it was removed and shaken out, the pleats magically fell into place again. To this day, in spite of all kinds of technical explanations in the patent, the exact method of fabrication remains a mystery!


The immediate success of the "Delphos" gown led Fortuny and Henriette to develop other fabrics, notably velvet, printed with elegant, intricate designs, giving them a rich almost Italian Renaissance look. This one was named "Eleaonora".


Although the fronts and backs of these gowns are smooth with slender lines, a careful look at the side reveals more silk taffeta pleats and decorative glass beads to catch the light, and the eye.

Actresses Julia Bartlett and Isadora Duncan, as well as members of the French and Italian aristocracy, plus society women who frequented salons with Marcel Proust, wives of American Captains of Industry, even Oona Chaplin, all owned original "Delphos" gowns. Mariano Fortuny died in 1949, but today, after years of research and development, the Fortuny textile house in Venice, remaining true to the spirit of its founder, has reinterpreted those famous pleats in its own version of the "Delphos" gown. We found it in the final room of the exhibition. There was no indication that the original "code" had been cracked, but I imagine some computer genius came up with a fair approximation, and certainly this 2017 version of the iconic gown gleamed and shimmered almost as much as its original ancestors. And if you look very closely, you'll see a row of little glass beads running down the side!



And speaking of "haute couture", another exhibition not to be missed is the big Irving Penn (1917-2009) retrospective at one of the Grand Palais Galleries. One of the great 20th century photographers, Penn is perhaps mostly associated with high fashion, and indeed a great deal of his work centered on capturing the very latest trend in stunning black and white. Here, his wife and frequent model, Lisa Fonssagrives-Penn, wears the exquisite "Mermaid" dress from the House of Rochas.


And Anne Patchett in 1950 shows an elegant hat, scarf, handbag and gloves, all required wardrobe at the time.



That particular outfit was also featured on the cover of Vogue Magazine, where Penn's photographs were frequently to be found.


As well as photographing beautiful fashion models, though, Irving Penn was also much sought after by the cultural elite, the luminaries of the day, whom he photographed full-face, either "trapped" in a corner set up, like this photo of Marcel Duchamp in 1948...




...or in front of a simple grey silk curtain, the choice for the unforgettable Audrey Hepburn.

An avid traveller, Penn used the same simple backdrop technique to record faces from cultures literally from around the world. These two small children were "snapped" in Cuzco in 1948.

Striking and beautiful and exotic as all these images were, though, the series that really caught my eye (had me really "looking" if you will!) was called "Les Petits Métiers" (The Small Trades) that Penn began recording in 1950.

Penn once wrote: "The photographer...finds something of himself in everything and something of everything in himself."  He proceeded to photograph skilled tradespeople and street vendors with their tools and wares, using the same type of daylight studio...



...the same neutral backdrop and the same lighting as he did in sittings with fashion models and celebrities.


He skillfully posed these figures, captured their faces, their demeanors, their tools as if he really did find something of himself in each one.
This mix of fishmongers, bakers and high-style makers was, as Penn said "a balanced meal"!

With images from London, Paris and New York, this portfolio became the largest single series in Penn's career.  I especially enjoyed looking at the jolly fishmonger with his high rubber apron over his white jacket, his cloth cap, his tie firmly fixed at his neck, a dead fish in one hand, a rag in the other, and a confident, knowing half-smile. It's not there, but I could easily picture his slab counter in front of him. He looks like he's about to slap the fish down, and filet it!



Across the street from the Grand Palais galleries, stands the equally impressive Petit Palais, built for the 1900 Exposition Universelle. The Beaux Arts style building, designed by Charles Girault, replaced the earlier Palais de l'Industrie, which was considered unfitting for the big Universal Exhibition that heralded the new century! It now houses the City of Paris Museum of Fine Arts, and we were there last week to see the first retrospective in Paris in 111 years of the Swedish-born Anders Zorn (1860-1920).


Born and raised on his grandparent's farm in rural Mora, Sweden, Zorn showed artistic talent from an early age. Later at the Royal Swedish Academy of Art in Stockholm, he impressed his teachers even more strongly. In 1880, this luminous, moving watercolor En Deuil (In Mourning) was selected for the annual student exhibition at the Academy. The following year, Zorn left the Academy after a dispute with the director. By now, though, members of the Stockholm society were approaching him with commissions, he met the woman who would be his wife, Emma Lamm, he began travelling throughout Europe, and he more or less "never looked back"!

 1882 found him in the Mediterranean, where he made this impressive self-portrait, also a watercolor. At age 22, he emits an air of confidence and energy, with the jaunty angle of his cigar, the clear eyes looking ahead, and with the inscription, "Having nothing better to do -- Gibraltar".

A few years later, Zorn was travelling again, this time in the port of Algiers, where he painted a watercolor of these two women waiting at the top of the steps for the boatman who will take them to the other side. One of them holds her veil wide, the other glances furtively at the boatman. But what held my eyes more was the way Zorn painted the water: the shadows, the ripples were mesmerizing.

Another stunning watercolor shows Zorn's wife, Emma, standing on the dock at a Swedish seaside resort, waiting for the boatman to get closer. Again, lovely though the people are, it's the water that holds your attention. If I had had a magnifying glass, I would have been using it to try and understand how he made the water so translucent and alive!

As Zorn's success grew, his skill as a portrait painter (mostly in oils) gained him an international reputation, equal to fellow painters of that era:  Sargent, Carolus-Duran and Boldoni. Rather than work in his studio, he preferred to paint his patrons in their homes, where he could capture their characters and psychology. He painted Presidents and Prime Ministers, Society men and women, leading industrial giants, artists and musicians, including oil baron, Henry Clay Pierce who was once one of the richest men in America, before he was found guilty of violating anti-trust laws!



He also made portraits on a smaller scale, like this adorable painting of Mrs. Clara Rikoff's King Charles Spaniel "Charley" from 1891.



One of the most impressive portraits was this 1909 full-size painting of the King of Sweden, Gustav V,  An elegant man, as is clear from Zorn's depiction, Gustav was also a tennis enthusiast.  As I looked at how Zorn had placed him, how his arms are held, the position of his feet, I realized that with the addition of a racquet in his right hand, and a tennis ball in his left, he could be getting ready to serve an ace! Zorn was truly a "master".


Like many artists of his generation, Zorn painted many nudes. The French art critic, Henri Focillon, once said: Oh, how that son of the Baltic loved the woman's flesh! He does not labor to ennoble it, nor require it to be stylish; he loves to see it shining gloriously, gold and white, and crowned with blond hair...

Although he traveled widely -- he made seven trips to the United States! -- and lived in Paris for many years, Zorn missed the setting of his childhood, and eventually moved back to Mora. He still went abroad, but his rural roots always called him back and he made many paintings of the peasant life of that part of Sweden. As an avid knitter, I loved this painting of a young country girl in a log cabin, and was interested to learn from the label that she is using a local technique that uses a double-cross stitch, suitable for dense and long-wearing woollens. Hmm, perhaps something to try....


Our final stop in these jam-packed two weeks, was to the main floor of the Grand Palais. Every November, under the glittering glass ceiling, Paris Photo 2017 holds court with 190 galleries representing the history of photography, as well as contemporary artists. To say it is a daunting show is an understatement!  I tried to take my time to walk up and down each aisle, standing at the entrance of each booth to see if something caught my eye. Only then, did I go in.

US Marine Gunnery Sgt. Carlos Orjuela certainly got my attention. Photographed by Louie Palu in Helmand Provice, Afghanistan in 2008, his eyes have that same almost empty look that you see in soldiers throughout history, hoping to survive but not knowing what the next day, or minute, might bring.




Here's a US soldier from the Viet Nam War with the same expression, photographed by Gilles Caron in 1967.


These eyes are also riveting, captured by photographer Zanele Muholi. She is known for her work photographing the LBGT community in her native South Africa.

This moody "Edward Hopper" image Bottega Veneta  represents the work of the American Larry Sultan, part of an advertising campaign from 2008. More loneliness and alienation.

In happy contrast, a small black and white photograph by Henri Cartier-Bresson shows two couples on a river bank, enjoying a picnic. We know it's hot because the men are in shirt sleeves and one of the women is just wearing her camisole as she chews on a chicken bone. Even though we're looking at their backs, I got the feeling that everyone is very comfortable, they've had some good food, some wine and some Pastis, and maybe in a few minutes they'll all take a nap!



I also took note of this undated photograph of Fidel Castro by Luis Dominguez Reynaldo, mostly because I don't think I've ever seen him without his signature beard...

...and I spent a long time looking at this Michael Wolf image from his series Life in Cities. But which city? I studied the laundry hanging on the balconies, trying to guess:  mostly short-sleeved shirts and strips of fabric (saris?) that maybe meant this was Mumbai. Then I spotted a quilt and remembered the climate in Mumbai did not call for quilts. I finally asked a young assistant who told me it was an apartment complex in Hong Kong, also a warm climate. Maybe the quilt came from somewhere else!

Leaving the Grand Palais and walking to the bus stop, my mind was buzzing as I wanted to hold on to so many of the images I'd seen. Taking photos is a way to revisit wherever we've been, but mostly I'm finding that going slowly -- even if you don't see everything -- and "really looking" brings the best reward.


And, finally, as a thank-you reward from the IDEM Gallery director for my translation work, I'm thrilled to be receiving this black ink drawing by the current gallery artist, Christelle Téa, of one of the historic 19th century lithographic presses in the IDEM atelier. Now all I need to do is get myself a magnifying glass, so I can really study the amazing detail Christelle Téa has captured.

À bientôt!







Saturday, November 4, 2017

"Miam! Miam! Miam!"

The posters had been everywhere -- in the metro, on the buses, in big displays on all the major streets. You didn't have to be a chocoholic to know that the 23rd annual Salon du Chocolat was taking place in Pavilion 5 at the Porte de Versailles last weekend. And if you were a chocoholic, there was nowhere else you wanted to be!

At 11:30 am last Saturday, we found ourselves shoulder-to-shoulder and jam-packed with other chocolate lovers. The going would be slow! The origins of the fair go back to 1994 when a French couple, at a dinner party, decided they wanted to create a trade show about chocolate for both professionals and the public. The idea was to discover where chocolate comes from, and the process involved to produce all those enticing, delicious bon-bons to eat and hot chocolate liquids to drink.

From fairly modest beginnings, the Fair has grown this year to 500 participants from around the world, 60 countries participating. There were activities for children, fashion shows, cooking demonstrations, book signings, and, of course, multiple opportunities for tasting and buying!



Right away, I learned some new things: that the history of chocolate began with the Mayans in Mexico some 2600 years ago, that it was considered a medicine, was used to barter, and was deemed the Nectar of the Gods.

Later, the Aztecs called it "chocolatl" which means "warm liquid".

Just like the Mayans before them, the Aztecs drank the unsweetened liquid during special ceremonies. The frothy beverage, which was sometimes made with water, and sometimes with wine, could be seasoned with vanilla, pimento, and chili pepper. Even though Cortez found the drink bitter, cocoa beans found their way to the Court of Queen Isabella, and the rest -- as they say -- is history!



With this brightly-clad Brazilian woman leading the way, we rode the escalator up to the second level and, right off the bat, came face to face with this "history"...

...but this was just the very beginning of stall after stall of the most delectable, mouth-watering displays of the solid version of the Nectar of the Gods, as well as many other stalls that offered samples of equally heavenly liquid forms. We were in for a major treat!



In fact, some stalls were so glamorous and elaborate, that I wasn't sure if I was in a chocolate boutique...


...or at the cosmetic counter at Macy's picking out some rouge or eye shadow!


Jeff de Bruges is a familiar brand to us as there used to be a store on the rue Montorgeuil, and I was a faithful customer. This chocolate bear was perhaps an alternate choice to a chocolate Easter bunny...

...whilst this row of chocolate cream cones just made your teeth ache!

Several stalls were devoted to cooking with chocolate. Top flight chefs showed off their stuff to captive audiences.

And then there was this "Turkish Delight" extravaganza, that didn't need any chocolate to make you want to stop and taste...and maybe taste a bit more, because the colors were so pretty!

My favorite "other kind of stall", though, was hosted by this Monsieur, who was demonstrating a silicon-lined tart tin. For someone like me, who makes dozens and dozens of jam tarts and, over the Thanksgiving and Christmas holidays, equal numbers of mince tarts and tassies, this really got my attention.



Here's the "skinny": you roll out the dough, and place it over the silicon mold, which sits in a matching metal tart tin.



You then take another metal tart tin and gently press down to push the dough into the silicon molds.

And now, here comes the really brilliant thing: you remove the top metal tin, take the rolling pin, and roll it over the silicon mold that has raised edges...

...et voilà! the rest of the dough peels away and you are left with a dozen little tarts, all neatly in their spots, ready to be filled and popped into the oven!  No more greasing the pan, no more cutting each shape out individually. I cannot tell you how quickly I forked over 32 euros for the kit!


The global aspect of the Fair was evident everywhere, with an especially large contingent of chocolate producers from Japan...



...offering beautifully packaged goodies...


...and one group came all the way from China.


Believe it or not, these haute couture garments are covered with chocolate layers and "buttons"...



...and at certain hours of each day, fashion models wearing these dresses "strut" their stuff on the runway, hoping the bright lights don't melt their gowns!

Another interesting stall caught our eye -- Foie Gras and Chocolate?? Well, yes, it turns out someone came up with the idea of making chutneys containing chocolate, to serve on top of Foie Gras on a thin slice of baguette.



After tasting several options, we went for a tin of Foie Gras together with a jar of onion-chocolate chutney, which I assure you is totally delicious, and perfect with the Foie-Gras.



These yummy goodies looked familiar to us, and sure enough, they were part of the Stohrer stall, the famous patisserie and chocolatier on the rue Montorgeuil, and one of the oldest patisseries in Paris.



By now, our legs and taste buds were almost at their limit, but somehow there was always another show-stopping sight, like this naked chocolate lass...


...whose sad face maybe due to her having lost her magic chocolate "slipper"!


Remembering that a lot of chocolate from Mexico and Central America is heavily spiced, here was a dazzling display of close to 100 different spice choices, with a beautiful brass lantern adding extra light.

But if you weren't interested in spices, you could always line up for a selection of classic dark, milk and white chocolate "bon bons", perfect little mouthfuls...

 ...or these individual bars of chocolate, so beautifully wrapped, looking like they came from the Il Papiro stationery store in Florence.

But if I had to pick one image that stayed with us after we staggered out and went across the street for a  late lunch, it would be this display. It was like stepping into Tiffany's. A steady hand and delicate tweezers were needed just to pick one up.  And, astonishingly, each one of these tiny morsels cost 1,50 euros or 1.75 US dollars, and there was no shortage of eager customers!


Suitably restored after a nice lunch, and "un café" with its little Gusto Chocolat Noir square (no, I hadn't had enough!), we walked round the corner and found our most favorite #39 bus.


Its route goes from that part of town, and takes us clear across Paris, past some sweet local sights, like these gentlemen engrossed in their game of petanque near Les Invalides...



...to more world-famous sights like the I.M. Pei Pyramid at the Louvre...

...until it drops us at the door of our very beautiful building on rue Reaumur. Our flat is behind those six windows set in the lower part of the roof, and we're always so happy to get there!

À bientôt!

(Big thanks to Matthew for most of these scrumptious snapshots!)