Celebrate the joy of spring bloom with vivid blossoms and heavenly colors displayed at Printemps, the posh Parisian department store.
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Showing posts with label Spring. Show all posts
IM: clever darling-
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clever, from the ever witty ISAAC MIZRAHI. a white resin choker collar- as if Leyendecker's Man strolled onto the catwalk with Arrow collar in hand.
IM: "There's a hint of Schiaparelli in everything I do," & he does it cleverly.
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" it's my turn-darling boy ."
clever, from the ever witty ISAAC MIZRAHI. a white resin choker collar- as if Leyendecker's Man strolled onto the catwalk with Arrow collar in hand.
IM: "There's a hint of Schiaparelli in everything I do," & he does it cleverly.
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printemps
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more is more-
only when less is more- perfection?
likely my favorite dress from a week of mountains of clothes piled in the New York streets for fashion week from the many designers showing on runways, instantly live streaming, images present on all news sites- fashion overload (and I was not there)
a string from the bow of a violin- vert clair -dissonant strains, then pizzacato, Stravinsky's Le Sacre du printemps.
we hear, we see- again,
yet-still a frisson of frenzied pleasure- unlike the response to The Rite's 1913 Paris premiere was of frenzied shock.
Marcio Madeira photographs from VOGUE
a review from Hamish Bowles here
.
more is more-
only when less is more- perfection?
likely my favorite dress from a week of mountains of clothes piled in the New York streets for fashion week from the many designers showing on runways, instantly live streaming, images present on all news sites- fashion overload (and I was not there)
a string from the bow of a violin- vert clair -dissonant strains, then pizzacato, Stravinsky's Le Sacre du printemps.
we hear, we see- again,
yet-still a frisson of frenzied pleasure- unlike the response to The Rite's 1913 Paris premiere was of frenzied shock.
Marcio Madeira photographs from VOGUE
a review from Hamish Bowles here
.
little signs
narcissus, dafs, buttercups- what have you -in a delft tulipiere. I cut them from the borders-or I should say the yet to be borders-but I just couldn't wait. My grandmother Naomi had long wide borders of them and never CUT.
dafs and delft
I know this doesn't look like much-but these pale pink camellias are cherished-Every One. The tall camellia was my grandmother's-Yes, one and the same as the uncut daf borders. When Naomi died my father moved this camellia and the Hope of its continued bounty. When my parents left their home-I too-moved said camellia and same Hope. Well- as if that wasn't enough trauma to the dear thing- it was moved back to my hometown along with ME 4 years ago. Now you can see why these fine little pink petals and every one thereafter- is Beloved. Family. Hope.
family. hope.
the pretty pink hyacinths are a gift from a dear- dearest friend. a lovely surprise when I last stopped by her house. I love the soft fine blades of grass planted with the hyacinths. Cherished for its flowery cluster, that unbending stalk is a perfect accompaniment to the delicate stars that bear up against the last inevitable surprise snow of winter. This pink one cherished because it was a gift from a friend.
hyacinths and friendship
Not my philosophy. Never a huge fan of yellow flowers- I can't deny the spring yellows are glorious, forsythia and daffodils. Perhaps it is their yellow burst of sunshine that casts away the bleak winter ground that makes Yellow so perfect for these blooms.
dafs and delftI know this doesn't look like much-but these pale pink camellias are cherished-Every One. The tall camellia was my grandmother's-Yes, one and the same as the uncut daf borders. When Naomi died my father moved this camellia and the Hope of its continued bounty. When my parents left their home-I too-moved said camellia and same Hope. Well- as if that wasn't enough trauma to the dear thing- it was moved back to my hometown along with ME 4 years ago. Now you can see why these fine little pink petals and every one thereafter- is Beloved. Family. Hope.
family. hope.the pretty pink hyacinths are a gift from a dear- dearest friend. a lovely surprise when I last stopped by her house. I love the soft fine blades of grass planted with the hyacinths. Cherished for its flowery cluster, that unbending stalk is a perfect accompaniment to the delicate stars that bear up against the last inevitable surprise snow of winter. This pink one cherished because it was a gift from a friend.
hyacinths and friendship 
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