Houses Touched by Divinity


I confess. I fall in love with buildings. Interiors, exteriors, furnishings, textiles. Generally there’s a room, a grouping of windows, huge wood something, limestone, rock, the ultimate orangerie, or a staircase I just can’t get enough of. But for the whole magilla, well that is one: The House of Glass La Maison de Verrein Paris (La Maison de Verre) built in the 1920’s. Dr Jean Delsace and his wife Annie labored over it with modernist architect Pierre Chareau and ironwork master Louis Dalbet. (Chareau’s brilliant work cut short escaping Nazis in WW II but never, safe in America, able to rebuild his career, died in poverty). It has stayed a kind of closed-off and empty mystery, an object of fascination, for decades. Just purchased by an interesting American entrepreneur named Rubin it is being tenderly coaxed back to life without, he says, removing the essential patina of an old, revered structure.

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There isn’t anything I don’t love about it, including and maybe especially the heart-stopping furniture.Copy of Copy of EvelynHofer+TwoChairsAtMaisonDeVerre-Paris+1982 All of the multi-storied house is symphonic, filled with delightful pull-me push-yous that slide and reveal and open and change light and atmosphere.verre-interior It was even built around an existing apartment a brave, willful French woman refused to vacate, the law on her side. Thomas Jefferson who did so many inventive lovely things with  his home in Virginia would have loved it. I recommend getting to know The Glass House (link to article) for its promise to expand our thinking. La Maison de Verre

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And only recently, the displaying of Gerard Depardieu’s 2 century old, beautifully confabulated Parisian estate, now on the market for 65 mil. GDepardieuThere is even, not commented on, what appears to be a dividing glass wall copying Marcel Duchamp’s magnificent “Nude Descending a Staircase”. Copy of GDepardieuDepardieu called on multiple craftsmen and artisans and the place looks it.  It’s just plain stunning. gerard-depardieu

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I surprise myself at loving the broad open expanses of both because clutter has always been my pal. I like effusive abundance, a zillion points of stimulating things, delish to visual and tactile experience. But here they both are, and thrill me to the core.

Have a look, see what it does for you.

Depardieu: A small tribute to le grande Parisian


Gerard Depardieu is causing a fuss. Not in itself unusual but this time a consequence of his fury at his native land’s new 75% tax. The mood nationale toward the actor has gone from a fractious Au revoir!  to Je t’aime, Gerard!  Quelle change. Depardieu, an incredibly beloved native, morphed to le horreur then back to the most quintessential French everything short of Napoleon who ever breathed the Gallic air.

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The paparazzi have been all over the fellow, following him to  fancy food shops, speculating on his hoarding things Francoise prior to leaving the homeland. Quelle Fromage!

The UK Daily Mail has a flurry of Depardieus matched only by those adorable Kurdasians…..Gerard standing, Gerard sitting, Gerard with helmet, Gerard without helmet, Gerard with trendy shopping bag, Gerard stepping forward, stepping back.….wow.  In fact the Depardieu tide is turning with such force that for the FIRST time the press is mentioning Depardieu only peed in the airplane aisle last month out of protest (and into a bottle) because he was refused permission to the restroom. Previously it was just old uncouth Gerard (Nick Nolte’s spiritual French cousin) peeing because the mood struck. La mood boheme.(Nick)

Actually the ex-patting is not profound, the actor will be 5 minutes over the border on Belgium property he’s moving to, but he has declared he will surrender his French passport. Because, after all, enough is enough and la vie en rose is to be considered. There is speculation, unconfirmed, that Depardieu, departing on a flight to Rome today, did not take the French cheese along. Well, the Italians do cheese.

There’s so much to be learnt from this. I mean, Lohan is open sport as a pretty young idiot drunk; Sheen is a picture encyclopedia of what activities are produced by various drugs; aging icons like DiNiro only make news scolding rappers for not returning phone calls and Beyonce got considerable press thumbing her nose at Republicans and calling them bitches. Just imagine if our Hollywood types actually defied imposing government regulations  with their photogenic, action-packed faces and access to microphones!

And here is such interesting proof that actually standing up for something about which one feels strongly, genuine righteous indignation, produces good press! Imagine that. Bon chance anyone this side of the Chanel will have that kind of courage.

Actor Gerard Depardieu Yo! Mwah, Gerard D. Je t’aime big time.(young Dep)