on the right bank
may 27, 2011
© anita aguilar
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a few more...
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paris postcard: an untrue, but favorite thing...
is this poster for the hangover 2:
at the station montparnasse bienvenue...
may 27, 2011
oh so untrue of our time, i swear! but it made me laugh every time i saw it. (and it was pretty much everywhere.)
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and, because i still like them, two paris posters from previous trips:
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wimbledon specials
it is monster/magic/mad monday at wimbledon, probably the most intense day of the fortnight. we'll have the highest potential for greatness and upsets: both williams sisters in action, and the blonde bombshells (azarenka, sharapova, wozniacki, lisicki, kvitova), plus the wild ms marion, the top 4 men, and a "deliciano"...
i want to watch them all of course--it's a good day for playing hooky.
but the only match i really care about is nadal/del potro--i'll have to set the dvr and listen live to radio wimbledon while i'm at the office. i'd like to think i'll watch the recording of all the day's matches later tonight, but then there will be more tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow. there will not be enough evening hours to catch up.
but i don't mind relying on the radio commentary (alternately serious and clever, but always smart and fun. gigi salmon is my girl crush!) and of course, on steve. he's running a new feature called "keeping tabs"--a daily look at all the crazy, cheeky headlines (and some interesting tennis news bytes) from the UK. i love to make that my first read of the day with the first coffee of the day, though it's just as fun in the afternoon and evening...
here at home, i have been trying to celebrate the slam by taking advantage of some of the restaurant partnerships, sponsored by HSBC, at places like tea and sympathy.
when i dined there last week, the "andy murray chicken curry" was sold out. everyone on the bandwagon even here, i guess.
our waitress tried to hard sell the "sampras sussex chicken," but it sounded like a feast that could put me to sleep sitting upright (not unlike sampras' game). i opted for the traditional (that's the wimby spirit, isn't it?) : stilton/apple/walnut salad, bangers and mash, and the celebrated eaton mess: meringue, cream and mixed berries.
the eton mess is not on the regular menu as the meringue is a little challenging to make, especially in the humidity of the ny summer. indeed they didn't quite make or store this dish properly--parts of the meringue were chewy (one could mistake it for stale, even). but i was in too good a mood to quibble about that. it was the thought--wimbledon specials--that counted.
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tea and sympathy is at 108-110 greenwich avenue (intersected by jane street! in ny's west village)
all photos © anita aguilar
paris postcard: the surprising 17th
i had the idea to visit the 17th arrondissement.
i continued my slow stroll...
why the 17th--the nicknameless 17th--you ask?
not much there in the way of sights or monuments, but i'd read that the marché des batignolles would offer a feeling for simple, everyday parisian life, which sounded very good to me. and there were 2 small artisan shops where i hoped to do a little gift shopping.
i got a late jump on the day, though, no thanks to work. and because i'd planned to meet my friend matt in the marais in the afternoon, i had to forego the marché. but i took the 13 line to la fourche to see how much local flavor i could absorb in a couple of hours.
there was something immediately familiar about walking along avenue de clichy.
old trees canopied the blocks, giving a beautiful sun-dappled effect--i thought, the avenue was a living, shining renoir! it was easy to imagine a beautiful architectural history.
i continued my slow stroll...
past...
racks of leather shoes
and dvd stores
and t-shirt shops
and frill-free, neon signs for quick-stop chinese, japanese, middle eastern and eastern european eateries.
even more amazing? the unmistakable, lingering aroma of rotisserie chicken, all along the avenue.
i'd found, in that little swath of the 17th, the fulton mall of paris.
(who knew?)
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as a tennis fan, i loved seeing this in the front window of a store called "edene star""
yannick noah, and his ex, the lovely heather-stewart whyte.
definitely wouldn't see this in brooklyn...
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it was an unexpected scene on avenue de clichy, but it reminded me that mine had been a narrow (dreamy) view of parisian life. and i know not to define the whole 17th from what i saw that afternoon. the 17th blends upper, middle and lower classes, there's a big-business district as well as older, historic areas, and former industrial areas in various stages of gentrification. young families move in, other nationalities do, too.
there is real, every day life there, after all.
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it was a litle etsy emporium, and in a different way, very "brooklyn."
(i fell particularly in love with--and couldn't say no to-- the cravate swing by emmanuelle biennassis and the beautiful blue ceramic sautoir dle pampilles by claire hecquet-chaut...)
Lady Gaga - The Edge Of Glory (Rocking Vintage Versace)
Ayyyyyyyeeeee I am back to blogging! And what a way to come back! Here is Lady Gaga in her new Video "The Edge of Glory" and peep her out in vintage Versace. Yes, vintage vintage vintage Versace sources say that the late Gianni "Johnny" Versace's beneficiary his sister Donatella Versace has open up his fashion estate allowing Mother Monster to be the 1st to wear original Versace since his death, and before the launch of the Versace line for H&M this November!!! I <3 You GAGA & Donatella Versace and I can't wait to see the new Versace line this Fall!!! Check out Lady Gaga's Video below:
paris postcard: the nameless (17th)
"why & what is sweetness all alone?" - jack collom
in the 17th arrondissement
may 26, 2011
© anita aguilar
KEEP AN EYE ON...TERRY RICHARDSON & RICHARDSON/KATE MOSS FOR MANGO
Terry Richardson American fashion photographer.
He is the son of photographer Bob Richardson (1928-2005), he studied at Hollywood High School in Los Angeles.
Readily described by the press as he has invented the porno chic, photographer Terry Richardson is a controversial loving sex, provocation, humor, exhibitionism, natural.He declined to trash his world to work with brands like (Sisley, Hugo Boss, Gucci, CesarePaciotti, Jimmy Choo and Miu Miu) and fashion magazines (Vogue, ID, Harper's Bazaar, GQ and Purple). Found in photographs by Terry Richardson of porn stars(Vanessa del Rio), models (Kate Moss), celebrities (Dennis Hopper, Faye Dunaway, Catherine Deneuve, Chloe Sevigny, Barack Obama, Lady Gaga,Jackass, Lindsay Lohan ), transsexuals, animals, friends.
Born in New York in 1965, he spent very young at Woodstock, Paris and Hollywood. With a very turbulent childhood, between a mother stylist and a father fashion photographer (Bob Richardson), he faces psychiatric disorders .. "When his parents separated, her father 43 year old marries Anjelica Huston (who was 17) and his mother was with Jimi Hendrix."
Terry Little, suffers from psychiatric disorders pronounced: he frequently hears "voices". Richardson then switches into the router and sex.
If he spends much of his adolescence on the West Coast - in the punk scene in Los Angeles, he joined the underground scene in the East Village -New York, in the early 90s.
The photo will help him to break away from a tyrannical and omniscient father .
Today, the images are exposed to Alleged Richardson, one of the most alternative galleries in New York.
HIS NEW WORK VIDEO:
RICHARDSON-KATE MOSS-MANGO
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THE GREAT ESCAPE
MORE OF HIS WORK PHOTOGRAPHY:
To find out his complete work:
http://www.terrysdiary.com/archive
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