Showing posts with label woman. Show all posts
Showing posts with label woman. Show all posts

Monday, 3 January 2011

2009 Burgundy & Colette: "the lovesick, the betrayed and the jealous all smell alike."

"But what is the heart, madame? It's worth less than people think. it's quite accommodating, it accepts anything. You give it whatever you have, it's not very particular. But the body... Ha! That's something else again. It has a cultivated taste, as they say, it knows what it wants. A heart doesn't choose, and one always ends up by loving." — Colette (The Pure and the Impure)

In Burgundy in 1916, the Negociant Chauvenet sponsored the author Colette to support the Negociants against the local Growers.

Tuesday, 13 January 2009

1934 Chateau Margaux


I recently tasted the 1934 Chateau Margaux at The Sampler in Islington. 

This was one of the early 20th century's great vintages and if any wine was going to make it to the 21st century, then this big, tannic First Growth Bordeaux from this great pre-war vintage would be it (the next great vintage was the Victory Vintage of 1945). 

Notes: Translucent, like pale brown-pink tissue paper, very thin and almost dried rose leaves. The tannins exhausted (which is fair - although, who knows whether there were perfect cellaring conditions?) and unfortunately, bordering on vinegary. But, where had it been for the past 74 years? 

Cellaring has to be a consideration. Had it crossed the Atlantic a couple of times - like Marlene Deitriech? When was the rest of the case drunk - during World War II, or after World War II - as a celebration? 

The great Michael Broadbent notes on this wine are telling. He notes it is "favourite '34. So very Margaux. Yet, and yet, the decay of the 1930s noted quite early, even in the mid-1950s, certainly by the early 1970s. But it soldiers on."

Perhaps the 1934 Margaux was no longer pleasurable as a table wine, but who would buy it to drink like any other wine? Certainly, as a living time capsule, it gave a glimpse of the eternal pleasures first growth Bordeaux gives and gives and gives. 


Sunday, 2 November 2008

kisses sweeter than wine

Monday, 20 October 2008

Diana Vreeland in her wonderful Garden in Hell



At the Andy Warhol exhibition at the Hayward Gallery was an interview of Diana Vreeland in her apartment. Extraordinary.

Talking from her sofa in her Fifth Avenue apartment - decorated as a"Garden of Hell" - she talks to an academic about how she was the last person to see the Mona Lisa before it was stolen at the Lourve.

A fascinating conversation with many other superb anecdotes.


Link: Andy Warhol, Other Voices Other Rooms at the Hayward Gallery

Wednesday, 1 October 2008

Marchesa Luisa Casati


"With her pet cheetah on a diamond-studded leash, her Lalique flask of Absinthe and tendency to go out in little else than a fur coat, it’s not surprising the Italian aristocrat caused a sensation from Paris to Hollywood during the 1920s..." from La Vie on Rose blog

All the stock market schadenfraude makes me wonder: maybe we have just been through the equivalent of the decadent 1920s? Maybe it's history repeating. And then, there's the unrepeatable and unique... the Marchesa Luisa Casati.

After a life of parties at her home Palazzo Venier dei Leoni, on Grand Canal in Venice, after patronising the major artists of the time, she had amassed a personal debt of $25 million. To satisfy her creditors, all her possessions were auctioned. In the bid room, Coco Chanel.

The Marchesa fled to London, where she lived in comparative poverty."She was rumoured to be seen rummaging in bins searching for feathers to decorate her hair."

She died in London in 1957, buried amongst the illustrious dead at Brompton Cemetery. The epigraph on her tombstone is from Shakespeare's Antony and Cleopatra: "Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale her infinite variety."

"She was buried wearing not only her black and leopardskin finery but a pair of false eyelashes."

Link: quotes from Wiki article, Marchesa Luisa Casati

Friday, 1 August 2008

Nina Simone dance




Link: Live at Montreux, 1976 DVD movie

Wednesday, 25 June 2008

woman on the verge of a nervous breakdown


Rossy de Palma!


One of the stars from my all-time favourite film, Pedro Almodóvar's Woman on the Verge of a Nervous Breakdown (Mujeres al borde de un ataque de nervios), now has her own fragrance:


Rossy de Palma Eau de Protection
by Etat Libre d'Orange.


Rossy de Palma wanted her fragrance to be based on red roses.


Sure, Eau de Protection has roses.


Red roses an angry lover might throw back in your face.


Don't try to get yourself out of this one – thorns, blood and scattered rose petals on the bitumen – you arsehole.


It's not your usual pretty rose-based perfume. And it's all the better for it.


Angular, sharp and edgy - hey, it is Rossy de Palma's signature scent after all.


So it's also ironic, cool and has plenty of sly wit.


A rich hippy patchouli note is toughened up by a good hit of black pepper, astringent ginger and tannic bergamot (Earl Grey tea).


*Breathe*


Can you handle it?


Are you sure?


It's a Spanish rose, darkly.


Mz Darkly sez, mmmmm me likey.


Actually, compared to Etat Libre d'Orange's other perfume, Secretions Magnifique, it's a real sweet heart.


"Scratch a cynic, find a romantic"...??


Link: WWS Secretions Magnifique: blood, sex - magic?
Link: Rossy de Palma Eau de Protection
Link: Pedro Almodóvar y las Mujeres (Spanish)

Tuesday, 24 June 2008

Marlene Dietrich and David Bowie



"Dancing, music, champagne.

The best way to forget...

until you find something you want to remember."



– Marlene Dietrich, in Just A Gigolo, Schöner Gigolo, armer Gigolo (1978).


Link: Schöner Gigolo, armer Gigolo (1978)

Monday, 26 May 2008

waiting



Link: Anna Karina in Godard's Vivre Sa Vie (My life to live)

Thursday, 17 April 2008

some like it cold

Sunday, 13 April 2008

song woman wine

wine song, & woman : song woman, & wine



Link: 30-second interview clip with Ryan Adams about getting on stage with Emmylou Harris (and how he nearly threw up with excitement)

Tuesday, 8 April 2008

wine women song

wine, women & song : wine woman, & song



Saturday, 26 January 2008

This wicked tongue

Wicked women and wicked tongues, Pt 1: the Hindu Goddess Kali

"
Her tongue is out as a symbol of sudden embarassment. The story goes that while in a frenzy of destruction, no other God or Goddess could stop Her. Finally her somewhat detached husband, Shiva, descended, and lay down in Her path. She accidentally stepped on His chest, was overcome with shame, and was forced to stop destroying."

Link: Kali Puja at Chanduni Baari, Oct 2006