" Narrative Art, the Novel-from Murasaki to Proust, has produce great works of poetry.
Slowly poetry becomes visual because it paints images, but it also musical.
It unites two arts into one."- Eugenio Montale.
It could not be more so than with Proust.
"What was once chic is now trashy Mme. Swann is a creature of fashion. She is passionately devoted to her aesthetic ideals, even if they are continually changing." ( Eric Karple from Paintings in Proust )
detail of 'The Cousins' by Watteau
""Nowadays it was rarely in Japanese kimonos that Odette received her intimates, but rather in the bright and billowing silk of a Watteau housecoat whose flowering foam she would make as though to rub gently over her bosom, and in which she basked, lolled disported herself with such an air of well-being, of cool freshness, taking such deep breaths, that she seemed to look on these garments not as something decorative, a mere setting for herself, but as necessary, in the same ways as her 'tub' or her daily 'constitutional,' to satisfy the requirements of her physiognomy and the niceties of hygiene. "
'La Gioconda' Leonardo da Vinci
"She used to often to say that she would go without bread rather than give up art and cleanliness, and that the burning of the 'Gioconda' would distress her infinitely more than the destruction, by the same element, of the 'millions' of people she knew. "
&his music
“The year before, at an evening party, he had heard a piece of music played on the piano and violin. At first he had appreciated only the material quality of the sounds which those instruments secreted. And it had been a source of keen pleasure when, below the delicate line of the violin-part, slender but robust, compact and commanding, he had suddenly become aware of the mass of the piano-part beginning to emerge in a sort of liquid rippling of sound, multiform but indivisible, smooth yet restless, like the deep blue tumult of the sea, silvered and charmed into a minor key by the moonlight. But then at a certain moment, without being able to distinguish any clear outline, or to give a name to what was pleasing him, suddenly enraptured, he had tried to grasp the phrase or harmony — he did not know which — that had just been played and that had opened and expanded his soul, as the fragrance of certain roses, wafted upon the moist air of evening, has the power of dilating one’s nostrils."
Fantin Latour's'Roses & Lilies' 1888
An old cetifolia rose from the days of Victoria or before, carries the name Rosa Fantin Latour. Its intoxicating fragrance must have been what -like the music- stirred Swann's own soul. The rose is named after painter Henri Fantin-Latour.
"He would rap on the pane, and she would hear the signal, and answer, before going to meet him at the front door. He would find, lying open on the piano, some of her favourite music, the Valses des Roses, the Pauvre Fou of Tagliafico (which, according to the instructions embodied in her will, was to be played at her funeral); but he would ask her, instead, to give him the little phrase from Vinteuil's sonata. It was true that Odette played vilely, but often the most memorable impression of a piece of music is one that has arisen out of a jumble of wrong notes struck by unskilled fingers upon a tuneless piano. The little phrase continued to be associated in Swann's mind with his love for Odette."
Proust's Vinteuil Sonata is fictional-but becomes irrevocably attached to Swann in his reveries & reality. Proust's own affection for composer Cesar Franck led him to seek out a string quartet to play Franck's Violin Sonata for him in his private rooms. Speculation from Proust devotees is that little phrase Swann heard was Franck's.
quotes in lilac italics from Proust's In Search of Lost Time
"Let a noise or a scent, once heard or once smelt, be heard or smelt again... & immediately the permanent &
habitually concealed essence of things is liberated & our true self which seemed to be dead but was not altogether dead, is awakened & reanimated." PROUST
what fragrance moves you? why?
photograph by Eugene Atget, around 1910
my perfume cabinet
fragrances evoke a season, a person, a moment
violets ~
Viola odorata
my GranMa carried a violet bouquet at her wedding, Dec. 1918 the smell of violet, hidden in green
this- a fragrance and flower I could never fore go in the summer
Lilium Regale, drooping their heavy heads
my own in the garden
"that was the moment I first saw the lilies. and that was the moment when, having seen them,I mentally signed the contract to buy the house...I had to possess those lilies...The lilies were a variety known as Regale, and they stood in rows of glistening white down the whole length of one side of the kitchen garden.a faint breeze was stirring, & as they nodded their heads there drifted towards us a most exquisite fragrance.never before, in any garden of the world, have I seen such lilies; their loveliness was literally dazzling;the massed array of the white blossom was like sunlit snow. nor was this shining, shimmering beauty merely the result of mass, for as I walked closer I saw that each individual blossom was a perfect specimen, with a stem that was often four feet high, bearing on its proud summit no less than a dozen blossoms." BEVERLY NICHOLS
Fumée d'Ambre Gris
John Singer Sargent
& Incense ESTEBAN ~CEDRE the only one I use year round.
Eau d' Teou
by Dissey & Piver
a label for the perfumer with Chinese figures & a dressing cabinet
my perfume cabinet is in the bedroom
a rare perfume cabinet made of marquetry from the 18th century used for traveling
Marcel Proust wrote "Our memory is like a shop in the window of which is exposed now one, now another photograph of the same person. And as a rule the most recent exhibit remains for some time the only one to be seen."
Boisserie by the brothers Rosseau
Chateau de Versailles,
Polidori, 2007
"The only paradise is paradise lost."
Proust
Does Versailles come alive within its silent darkness? Are its corridors, petite rooms, its grande saloons haunted? One would have to think it so after leafing through the bewitching photographs of Versailles by Robert Polidori (here)
as she might appear in her cabinet at Versailles
thinking of freedom She only found at petit trianon
The images are Still. Rich- Besotting even. Robert Polidori’s legendary documentation of the intricate restoration work at Versailles in the 1980s is now being completed with never before seen works on show at the Camera Work. The Berlin gallery is mounting an exhibition of the artist's twenty five years of this photographer's own haunting of the Palace with his camera. The exhibition is a selection of Polidori's recently published work, ‘Parcours Muséologique Revisité’, which has been awarded the Liliane Bettencourt Prix de la Photographie.
Chambre du capitaine des gardes
Chateau de Versailles
Polidori, 2007
"Only through Art can we get outside of ourselves
and know another's view of the universe."
Proust
Salles du XIX, Attique du Nord, Aile du Nord - Attique,
Chateau de Versailles
Polidori,2006
"All our final decisions are made in a state of mind
that is not going to last."
Proust
Entrée de Napoléon à Berlin
by Charles Meynier,
1810 Attique du Midi, Aile du Midi Attique hateau de Versailles
Polidori, 2009
"We say that the hour of death cannot be forecast, but when we say this we imagine that hour as placed in an obscure and distant future. It never occurs to us that it has any connection with the day already begun or that death could arrive this same afternoon, this afternoon which is so certain and which has every hour filled in advance." Proust
Robert Polidori is an international photographer whose work has been published in"The New Yorker" – of which he is the main photographer,“Geo,” “Vanity Fair,” & ”Architectural Digest. Camera Work has exhibited Polidori's work of Havana, New York and the Russian Kremlin. Camera Work here ROBERT POLIDORI 8 May - 26 June 2010 Galerie CAMERA WORK Contemporary Photography and Vintage Masterworks Kantstraße 149 . 10623 Berlin
little links for reading, VERSAILLES here see beautiful photographs of Versailles from Stefan here and his posts about Petit Trianon here, here, herehere The photographs and details are so beautifully done by Stefan of Architect Design. read a Strange Encounter at Versailles here about Marie Antoinette on pbs here Paintings in Proust, a must have books for little augury readers here .
Mais, quand d’un passé ancien rien ne subsiste, après la mort des êtres, après la destruction des choses, seules, plus frêles mais plus vivaces, plus immatérielles, plus persistantes, plus fidèles, l’odeur et la saveur restent encore longtemps, comme des âmes, à se rappeler, à attendre, à espérer, sur la ruine de tout le reste, à porter sans fléchir, sur leur gouttelette presque impalpable, l’édifice immense du souvenir.
Et dès que j’eus reconnu le goût du morceau de madeleine trempé dans le tilleul que me donnait ma tante (quoique je ne susse pas encore et dusse remettre à bien plus tard de découvrir pourquoi ce souvenir me rendait si heureux), aussitôt la vieille maison grise sur la rue, où était sa chambre, vint comme un décor de théâtre…
When from the distant past nothing remains, after the beings have died, after the things are destroyed and scattered, still, alone, more fragile, yet more vital, more insubstantial, more persistent, more faithful, the smell and taste of things remain poised a long time, like souls, ready to remind us, waiting and hoping for their moment, amid the ruins of everything else; and bear unfaltering, in the tiny and almost impalpable drop of their essence, the immense architecture of memory.
Yet again I had recalled the taste of a bit of madeleine dunked in a linden-flower tea which my aunt used to give me (although I did not yet know and must long await the discovery of why this memory made me so happy), immediately the old gray house on the street where her room was found, arose like a theatrical tableau…
–Marcel Proust, Du côté de chez Swann (1913) in: À la recherche du temps perdu vol. 1, p. 47 (Pléiade ed. 1954)(S.H. transl.)
This morning at 4 a.m. when I should have been asleep, rather, I was traveling.
Traveling back to my grandmother's kitchen during the hot summertime. A thin fresh white bread, dots of mayonnaise and a single perfect slice of a cold TOMATO. The bread was a simple one-not made anymore- but at a grocery deli I find something that comes close. I spread the pieces with Dukes mayonnaise- if you are a Southerner-and I say this only in the terms of the palate- and the importance of your preferences- You will understand.
The coldness of the home grown TOMATO- its slightly tart bite, melting deliciously together into a sweet goodness- all the ingredients sliding into one pure taste. The bread now a soft dough , I hurry to catch the little droplets of ambrosial juices-allowing nothing to be lost. The perfect summer sandwich-early this morning and anytime I was at GranMa's.
Why so specific about such a simple cold TOMATO? The cold TOMATO was not a part of our family's summer fare. My father preferred them room temperature- and that is how we dined, so far and few made it to that state. My GranMa liked her darlings cold. Simple-That was how she liked them and that is how I liked them when I was at GranMa's house.
So, Yes the TOMATO tastes quite different cold.
It tastes of childhood, carefree thoughts: a little Chinese robe that smelled of roses, a small closet abundant with of House and Gardens, every sort of old paper and fabric I thought could possibly exist under the sun tucked in bureaus, desks, boxes & baskets, crystal and sets of china filled a tall antique cupboard in the Dining Room-demitasse cups to serve my imaginary guests, little China figures in a bathroom alcove arranged in a garden setting, all existing in a charming magical cottage I knew simply as GranMa's house.
All these things presented themselves for a moment and I savored it.
A great design scholar examines every object in his home, from its provenance to the details of its acquisition, and ends up creating a moving portrait of his life.
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Conversation Pieces by Sacheverell Sitwell. I love portraits and this particular genre, portraits composed of two or more family members, doubles, triples, and quadruples the pleasure.
the Sitwells by Sargent
Ex-libris for Sacheverell Sitwell (1897- 1988)by John Piper, based on a monogram of Sitwell’s grandfather.
Valentinaby Kohle Yohannan. A fashion designer who still remains a mystery.
Nana by Emile Zola. So salacious and hermetic and lots of descriptions of truly vulgar interiors.
"Perfection is such a nuisance that I often regret having cured myself of using tobacco." zola
Zola by Manet
E M Delafield's A Provincial Lady series of novels. Beaucoup de charme!
E M Delafield
& Far too many plant and seed catalogues! I read and dream more than I actually order.
Is there one book you honestly don’t expect to get to? Why?
I have never and will never manage to do more than dip a toe into Proust. Which is why I never put it on any must-read list anymore! It’s so dense and so rich that I get bogged down after only a few chapters and have to clear my mental palate with a dose of Nancy Mitford.
"I have only ever read one book in my life, and that is White Fang. It's so frightfully good I've never bothered to read another."NM
Where do you read and when? Does the genre you are reading dictate the place you read?- in other words do you take just any old book to bed?
I read all the time and can be found dragging a book or magazine to the breakfast table, to my spouse’s everlasting chagrin. I tend to read gardening books when I’m in the country, those as well as country-house decorating books. But when I head to bed, I bring biographies for some reason.
What does your nightstand look like? Or your side of the bed, floor, chair!
At present it is a small, round Syrian table piled high with books and topped with reading glasses. More books and magazines are deposited on the floor in some measure of disorder. I really should have something better than this.
(My own thoughts on a new look for the AESTHETE)
giotto
What is your all time Favorite Book for its sense of place?
Nothing beats Flaubert's “Madame Bovary” for atmosphere. You can practically hear the leaves in the trees rustling and see the dust churned up by carriages and wagons.
"And what is there to beat sitting by the fire of an evening with a book, when the lamp is lit and the wind beating against the window?... You forget everything... the hours slip by. Sitting still in your arm-chair, you can wander in strange places and make believe they are there before your eyes. Your thoughts become entwined in the story, dwelling on the details, or eagerly following the course of the adventure. You imagine you are the characters, and it seems to be 'your' heart that is throbbing beneath their raiment."- Gustave Flaubert, from Madame Bovary
What is your Security Blanket Book?
It’s the one book I take to bed whenever I am laid up with a cold or other illness.
"When I use a word," Humpty Dumpty said in rather a scornful tone, "it means just what I choose it to mean -- neither more nor less." "The question is," said Alice, "whether you can make words mean so many different things." "The question is," said Humpty Dumpty, "which is to be master - - that's all." from ALICE
THE PERFECT AESTHETE"S PERFECT ALICE Annie Leibovitz for Vogue
What is your favorite Genre? Why? What is your most recent purchase in this category?
Biographies and more biographies. I cannot get enough of reading about other people’s lives, loves, houses, dreams, hopes, and private torments. Most recently I received a copy of Francine du Plessix Gray’s biography of Madame de Staël, the great French intellectual and salon hostess, and I rushed straight through it, much faster than I had hoped. So I intend to start it over and try to savor rather than gulp. I also devour crime novels, especially the works of Henning Mankell. Oh, he’s good.
"Genius is essentially creative; it bears the stamp of the individual who possesses it." Madame de Stael
Francine du Plessix Gray as a young woman
What about Books you are reading for a second or third time? Why? Any disappointments on second reading?
I read everything multiple times, pulling out especial favourites when the weather is bad (rainy days in particular). If a book is good, it’s always good, so no disappointments here. Well, except the novels of Taylor Caldwell. I used to race through them in high school and now they seem so labored, creaky, and pretentious.
What is the seminal book in your field or your passion that you would recommend to young would be(s) of the same?
Swedish crime novelist Henning Mankell. He can’t write enough books fast enough for me. I have half a mind to write and tell him so.
Henning Mankell on reading:
"It is a disgrace for the whole world that we in the year 2008 have yet to eradicate illiteracy on our planet. Still millions of children are forced to enter life without knowing how to read and write. Being a writer myself I know that there is only one symbolic book which truly matters: the ABC-book."
Book covers can be art- Do you have a favorite cover in your stacks?
The English slip jacket of the collected letters of Deborah Devonshire and Patrick Leigh-Fermor, read about In Tearing Haste here. Very graphic, rather naïve, and just the sort of cover that would never be sold on an American book. It’s too eccentric and at the same time too subtle.
Going out on a limb here –define LIBRARY in the nontraditional sense?
Any collection of books that contributes to the broadening of your viewpoint.
Image-Architectural Digest, December'79, photograph by Derry Moore.
WELL SAID AESTHETE. As I have mentioned in several posts- reading the AESTHETE's lament was a catalyst for my own decision to start Little Augury. I want to personally thank You for that and to ask that you please seriously consider hesitating before posting anymore Must Read Books for awhile- I can't keep up.
Dear READER, do you think the AESTHETE has read SISTER, The Life of Legendary American Interior Decorator Mrs. Henry Parish II.Of Course! I do too- but have You? I can't wait to read it- and it can be yours to read too- I'll send it your way.