tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-136180372024-03-07T19:37:30.824+00:00Lola Is BeautyClairehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15188028989219458778noreply@blogger.comBlogger1014125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13618037.post-30990635794094712562014-11-11T14:12:00.001+00:002015-01-01T12:09:27.812+00:00I'M OVER HERE...
I'm starting to post on my C / O journal, which is over here on my website. I shall be there intermittently, but with feeling.
Still mulling over starting a completely image free blog called TL;DR which would feature extremely long, rambling essays about say, a particular piece of clothing; where you can't get the gist unless you read it in its entirety. It would have so many commas. We'llClairehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15188028989219458778noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13618037.post-87291611598981910492014-09-18T13:05:00.001+01:002014-09-18T13:06:07.941+01:00THIS KIND OF BLUE...
Some random film pictures I took on a walk in Paris, forgotten about since June. Featuring my kind of blue.Clairehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15188028989219458778noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13618037.post-53799461050359782872014-08-19T17:03:00.000+01:002014-08-19T17:03:11.092+01:00LAST DAYS OF SUMMER...
Clairehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15188028989219458778noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13618037.post-61089125891854197832014-08-04T18:32:00.001+01:002014-08-04T18:32:28.448+01:00THE ROSE GARDEN ~ *FOR A...
I promised to take some photos of roses for my Venetian friend, who was lamenting that Venice is so *scorchio in summer, that the roses get scorched before they have a chance. London's roses have been outstanding this year; since May they've been tumbling over walls everywhere or reaching for the sky. To get a good hit of every type of rose, the best place I know is the Clairehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15188028989219458778noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13618037.post-6036495002404559622014-07-26T16:48:00.001+01:002014-07-26T18:13:51.468+01:00CHASSIGNOLLES...
One night at the Auberge de Chassignolles in a tiny, beautiful village in Auvergne, on the way to Ardeche. The weather en route from Paris was inclement to say the least, and we were starving by the time we unfolded ourselves from the car after a 7? 8? hour drive, complete with a running out of petrol in the middle of nowhere in driving rain/fog as it Clairehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15188028989219458778noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13618037.post-19596112399273080842014-06-19T22:37:00.001+01:002014-06-19T22:44:22.204+01:00FED AND WATERED...
It is a well known fact among those close to me that I have an insatiable appetite... for restaurants in Paris. The rolling list keeps rolling and though I feed and water the demand, it is never satisfied.
How convenient then, that a very local, low key restaurant I go to all the time recently changed chefs and happened to employ two of the most happening ones in Paris: Shaun Kelly - former Clairehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15188028989219458778noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13618037.post-50947473498094813732014-06-16T21:23:00.001+01:002014-06-16T21:23:34.303+01:00SWIM...
This film was potentially so drowning in cliches that it should have totally annoyed me but it didn't! I don't think it has a UK release, but it was shown at the Birds Eye View Film Festival in April. Did anyone see it? Am I crazy to find it very well done, enjoyable and balanced and actually not annoying at all? (Some reviewers didn't agree.) Swim Little Fish Swim is showing now in Paris.Clairehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15188028989219458778noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13618037.post-13283778290779838042014-06-01T09:15:00.001+01:002014-06-01T22:00:57.347+01:00A ROOM...
I think I'm turning into a senior citizen, as all I like doing is visiting gardens, taking pictures of flowers, then going for a cream tea. We went to Monk's House, the country getaway of Virginia and Leonard Woolf in East Sussex, on a typically rainy May bank holiday weekend. As we arrived in the tiny village of Rodmell, the skies cleared and a Manx cat bounded up to greet us.
Because it was Clairehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15188028989219458778noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13618037.post-15483928492176962742014-05-18T23:13:00.002+01:002014-05-18T23:21:09.133+01:00GIVERNY...
When I was in Paris last weekend we took a day trip to somewhere I've long wanted to see: Giverny. My grandmother (yes the teapot one) had a beautiful, large framed print of Monet's Japanese Bridge, that I remember not quite understanding wasn't the original painting until I was old enough to realise that this was unlikely. So to see the actual bridge that I grew up looking at in the painting Clairehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15188028989219458778noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13618037.post-46286656525381619372014-05-05T19:29:00.001+01:002014-05-06T14:54:25.789+01:00FLOWERS, CAKE, NICE LUNCHES, CATS, A FEW DOGS, WINDOW BOXES, CHARACTERS, MORE FLOWERS...
Herewith - a selection of my photos of Paris, which I have arranged in a procrastinatory fashion into a little gallery on my website - here. It will rotate as and when I add to or subtract to it with new photos. Luckily I'll be seeing all the above things in person this week.
Clairehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15188028989219458778noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13618037.post-18028028355524086562014-04-08T10:36:00.001+01:002014-05-05T18:33:25.151+01:00LIFE ON THE STREET ~ PARIS...
These pictures don't go with my other pictures of Paris somehow - random moments snapped on the street of humans and animals going about their day in a Paris of grey streets.
Clairehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15188028989219458778noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13618037.post-85586965697733356102014-03-25T14:01:00.002+00:002014-05-05T18:33:36.065+01:00FLOWERS...
In building my new portfolio website for my writing work (oh yes I did) it became apparent that I have tens of thousands more pictures of Paris than I know what to do with, or could even begin to categorise and edit into a cohesive collection. I'm beginning to organise them and certain themes have begun to emerge - if you know me, you'll be able to guess what those are instantly... Clairehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15188028989219458778noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13618037.post-61880149782537441022014-03-23T07:21:00.000+00:002014-03-23T07:41:52.972+00:00SO THAT HAPPENED...
{In the desert, you can remember your name.}
Clairehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15188028989219458778noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13618037.post-16280299610696121672014-02-12T11:09:00.001+00:002014-02-12T11:10:29.936+00:00THE TWO FACES OF JANUARY...
I was recently invited to a special preview screening of The Two Faces of January, the directorial debut of screenwriter Hossein Amini, which premiered at the Berlin Film Festival last night. The film is an adaptation of the Patricia Highsmith novel of the same name. which will invite inevitable comparisons with The Talented Mr Ripley; but this is a tighter, more subtle film Clairehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15188028989219458778noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13618037.post-17125085418588349512014-01-20T08:00:00.000+00:002014-01-21T20:53:47.301+00:00WHAT REMAINS...
It took me so many years to finally visit the Musée Nissim de Camondo, but it was worth the wait.
My favourite part of the house was the kitchen, where I could happily have spent all day/the rest of my life.
Less happy was the fate of the Camondo family. Moise de Camondo had the house, which faces into Parc Monceau, built in 1911, which he then filled with his collections of Clairehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15188028989219458778noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13618037.post-14441999680531558292014-01-09T16:20:00.000+00:002014-01-09T19:04:52.405+00:00LE TIGRE D'HIVER...
If I have a resolution for 2014 apart from to cull quell(!) anxiety, or deal with anxiety better, or be less crippled by anxiety please, it's to get my camera fixed or get a new/old camera that I'm happy with. If I'd done that I would not be presenting these dreadfully awful phone pictures of an intensely amazing moment.
We were wandering the streets of Paris, commenting on various Clairehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15188028989219458778noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13618037.post-78501071006706665882013-12-23T11:48:00.000+00:002013-12-23T11:50:03.485+00:00NORMANDY...
It seems I haven't photographed any of the picturesque things I did this month. Lack of available light might be to blame, so I'm craving the sweet light of the Normandy coast on a quick overnight trip there in November. Taken on a disposable camera.
p.s. The cat and dog were best friends...
Clairehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15188028989219458778noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13618037.post-4944774634907782342013-11-19T20:41:00.002+00:002013-11-19T21:05:12.770+00:00TWO THINGS I LIKE...
That nature is into monogramming as much as I am, and that this photo of a field of cows in Normandy was taken on my phone, by randomly sticking my arm out of a moving car window.
I like a lot of other things too...
Clairehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15188028989219458778noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13618037.post-26196071501102909052013-11-03T09:38:00.003+00:002013-11-03T10:17:13.738+00:00CAT PEOPLE...
I interviewed Inacio Ribeiro of Clements Ribeiro for brand new Cat People Magazine. It's a beauty, with amazing design - I particularly love the collages by Lucy James. The first issue also features Bloggers + Cats alumni Quincy - chaperoned by Mat Maitland, and Laura McLaws Helms, who interviews designer Vivetta Ponti; as well as many other amazing artists and catfreaks.
LolaClairehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15188028989219458778noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13618037.post-51729569213405260532013-10-12T14:37:00.001+01:002013-10-12T14:55:07.479+01:00PROPER PYJAMAS...If you know me well, you'll know that one of my very favourite things is proper pyjamas. Not wispy floral slips, not jersey leggings and a T shirt, definitely not a onesie: proper, men's style pyjamas. 100% cotton, with contrast piping preferably. I'd been looking out for a new pair for a while, since my APC swiss dot ones from ages ago were starting to fall apart, and my Toast Japanese print Clairehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15188028989219458778noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13618037.post-18469498598520661432013-09-25T19:05:00.004+01:002013-09-25T19:05:56.266+01:00THE LAND WHERE PEOPLE WAVE AT TRAINS...
A long ride on a two carriage train that crosses over a river on a small rickety bridge, goes through mountain tunnels and then emerges into breathtaking scenery to hug the coastline. From the window on one side: slate, sheep grazing on hills and masses of blue and purple hydrangeas spilling down mountains - fields sectioned by miles of dry stone walls. On the Clairehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15188028989219458778noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13618037.post-45696238511467278622013-09-12T13:24:00.002+01:002013-09-12T13:27:53.440+01:00FALL DOWN SEVEN TIMES, GET UP EIGHT...
Haha, scared you there, sorry. At some point I took a screenshot of some of the THREE THOUSAND do-not-enter signs Google helpfully replaced every single one of the images of this blog with earlier in the year, for no reason, with no apology.
I have now replaced every . single . one . of the photos, manually, by hand, one by one.
It was... an experience. Once I got back intoClairehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15188028989219458778noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13618037.post-17760316654408682142013-08-29T18:31:00.002+01:002013-08-29T18:34:21.169+01:00NOT PROLIFIC...
I shot just a single roll of film between February and August this year.
Clairehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15188028989219458778noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13618037.post-37677778218125062012013-08-08T13:47:00.001+01:002013-08-08T13:48:23.776+01:00
Some of my favourite moments of this summer so far: midsummer's night on the Thames after seeing Patti Smith perform at the Royal Festival Hall, with her son and daughter as back up band; the cat in Parisian bakery window shot never gets old; a drink after watching Hiroshima Mon Amour (without subtitles!) at Le Champo; an unexpected bonus of a cancelled Eurostar train = an Clairehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15188028989219458778noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13618037.post-80994784035454210442013-08-07T10:16:00.000+01:002013-08-07T10:16:38.643+01:00ONE OF THOSE POST THINGS...
I feel like posting a bit now I've got that off my chest! Anyway, this is Andalusia back in June - 2 midsummer days of hot white heat at a villa surrounded by wildflowers and mountains. The only neighbours for miles were a few shepherds and their flocks. The light was so strong that I was unable to take actual pictures with a camera before 10pm, when it was still light. We ateClairehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15188028989219458778noreply@blogger.com4