ps. According to the Pantone Popes of Pigment, cerulean blue is apparently the ‘color of the millennium.’ That was always the first blue i tried to give away from my crayola box, because it didn’t look right as sky or ocean. It was also always such a surprise when the color came out on the paper because it was so different from the crayon wrapping. Great for mixing with brown, though, when i was drawing dirt or puddles or earthworms.
a place for everything and everything in its place
field trip! because i’m modeling it, antoine told me to visit mathieu vinceguerra’s apartment last week.
mathieu showed me how his flat was designed around all his collections of…things…and i could feel the comic bookiness wrap around me. coincidentally, it was actually this story in dwell that i flipped through awhile back that spiked my interest in h2o.
those are pretty exhibitionist shelves. i wonder what i’d show off. my beloved solar-powered bouncing flower?
1. I went to a client meeting for a chateau project we are working on, and sat next to the landscape designers. It was Louis Benech and his team - the Louis Benech that is also dating Christian Louboutin.
2. I am making two more models for a September exhibition of up-and-coming French firms, selected and hosted by Pierre Bergé…who is the partner of the late Yves Saint Laurent.
During Bergé’s eulogy of Saint Laurent, he reflected on their lifetime of memories, saying;
"I remember your first collection under your name and the tears at the end. Then the years passed. Oh, how they passed quickly. The divorce was inevitable but the love never stopped." [source]
“To enhance creativity, surrealist painter Salvador Dalí recommended afternoon naps lasting less than a second. He would lie in his chair, arms outstretched, holding a metal key in his left hand. As he drifted off to sleep, his grip would relax and the key would fall, clanging onto a plate he’d set beneath it and waking him up.”—Esquire
apparently two years ago, france declared the funeral of the bourgeois bohemian. i think they are far from dead in america…when i left, bobos seemed very alive and kicking, perhaps at the crux of mid-life crisis.
'There is now talk of the hard-left Bobobo (Bourgeois Bohemian Bolsheviks), the more ecologically minded Bio-Bobo, and according to François-Xavier Bourmaud of Le Figaro newspaper, the 'Bobo-Lili' or 'Bourgeois Bohemian Libertarian Liberal'.'
'One mark of a Bobo, everyone agrees, is that no one ever admits that they are one. Ono-Dit-Biot, who is 33, and a successful author living near Montmartre in northern Paris, says after a period as a Bobo he is now a Nono - Not Bourgeois, Not Bohemian either.'
i’ve fully admitted to my own bobo tendencies, and i am pleasantly surprised to hear that conversely, self-proclamation perhaps makes me not one. but we may just need a new alliterative label…
which poses a problem if i want to make crêpes on Crêpe Night.
we have an induction stovetop, so the large majority of nicely-shaped cookingware does not work on it. but we do have a clunky cast-iron wok…
It took a lot of trials and frayed edges, but in the end we made quite a dinner along with champignons, parmesan, smoked salmon, jambon, raspberries, and a dark chocolate truffle bar. Lauren made the best (thinnest, biggest surface area) ones with her continuous wok-swirling method.
Christophe’s batter recipe to make a gazillion crepes:
250 centileters of flour
25 centileters of milk
25 centileters of beer (to replace the baking soda, says Christophe)
40 grams of sugar
a dash of salt
half a stick of melted butter (make sure to leave some to grease the pan/wok)