17 November 2007

the thrilla' in manila


when in paris (frequently!), i always stop by IF on rue jacob, in the 6ieme. i love this little boutique on this little street in this little quarter. the store is chic, understated, and thoroughly pleasant. it also bears the same name as the store in new york where i purchased my richard tyler tuxedo for my wedding - so i have a good feeling about the spot.

just up the street from this store, at the intersection of rue jacob and rue bonaparte, is ladurée - always good for a 'snack'. there's also the hotel la villa, which our friend dani combed through to secure jane and i the perfect room in 1989 (we were relatively unversed in all that is paris back then, but willing pupils!).

so, back to IF. sweet. and this is where i pick up a copy of intramuros - design paris ... a great magazine, purporting the values of french design and art, architecture, and furniture trends in general. the intramuros design paris guide lists the newest shops and places of note by area, making it comprehensive and put together. i thumb through this guide continuously between visits, smiling at where i've been and thinking about where i'm going ...

unbeknownst to me, intramuros is also the name ('within the walls') of the original spanish settlement that comprised the city of manila, philippines. the district is one of the last authentic places in this metropolis that has not been touched by modern builders, for the most part.

if you find yourself at IF, do drop in an pick up a copy ...

h

14 November 2007

euro-star-not-so-far


today heralds the beginning of a new and improved high-speed rail connection between london (st. pancras station) and paris. this trip shaves extra minutes off of the already speedy trip, reducing the traveling time between the two capitals to 2 hours, 15 minutes - incroyable!

so, you blaze across the channel, find yourself in france, and voila! you need to walk, scramble for bike, or beg to get to where you're going ... because there is practically no public transportation today ... rail and transit strike!

bad timing, unless you're on the bargaining end of the stick - resisting proposed reforms to the much beloved social services, brought to you by the government. will the pressure work? qui sait? but one thing's for certain - you probably won't be happy riding the eurostar from england knowing that you're hurtling towards a high-speed mess!

bonne chance,
h

13 November 2007

constantinople


suppose for a moment that you were not totally enamoured with the work of constantin brancusi . a very strange thought indeed. a precursor to martin puryear, whose work is currently on exhibit at moma, mr. brancusi makes a convincing case for simplicity of form and a boldness of expression.

besides this, his prolific nature, released in his paris studio, left the planet with a profusion of great works, in my humble estimation. luckily for us, many of the maquettes for the pieces on view at world class institutions can be found at their final resting place, the atelier brancusi at the centre pompidou.

the plan is ingenious. encroach upon the near perfect plaza fronting this venerable institution. the sloping cobblestones draw one into the main building, and just off to the side lies a the aptly formed pavilion which wraps the work of this fantastic artist. the building, designed by renzo piano, is clad in stone, and literally leaves a strolling corridor around the glass enclosed studio rooms of brancusi, who bequeathed these works to the french capital upon his death.

it is both inspiring and fascinating to see the work in situ, along with the tools employed in the creation of the pieces.

i once was asked, by suzanne stephens (then home editor for the new york times) if i had been inspired by brancusi, sensing that there was something in my own designs which seemed to draw upon his attitudes - a resounding and delighted 'yes' was my most grateful reply!!!

a first rate exhibit space which should be at the top of the list of any visit to paris.

11 November 2007

charlot & charlotte

charlot, my darling (and charlotte, my other darling)!

charlot one.
a lovely smallish street in paris, in the 3ieme arroundisement. just a bit 'up' from the marais, but really kind of an extension of this gentrified district. fine, elegant, around the corner from the musée picasso - so sweet, and so easy to bypass. it's charms do not bite, although to me they are plainly obvious. firstly, passage de retz. jacqueline frydman's terrific gallery perched on the courtyard side of a door off of the rue. a great space with a small but adorable canteen, a mini design store, a desk which serves as the lobby, and an always titillating array of modern and provocative art. further afield, up towards republique and oberkampf, this place continues to grow on me.

charlotte two.
gainsbourg. how sweet and fresh she is. almost died in a u.s. waterskiing accident? non! this we cannot allow! not our little impish charlotte, star of films too numerous to mention (but i can start with prete-moi ta main, l'un reste l'autre part, la science des reves). bared shoulders thrust forward, intense and flip at the same time. always sexy, always funny, always french, even in english! merci, charlotte, pour tous!

bon nuit,

h

10 November 2007

voice les titres de ce journal - olivier galzi


ahhh, the joys of streaming.


when we first were married, jane and i decided, no, affirmed, that we would never have a television in our bedroom. closing in on 19 years later, we've stuck to this dogma - magazines (i don't read books), newspapers, jane's stack of novels - all okay distractions. but tv - never!

during the period leading up to the commencement of the current iraq guerre, i found the joys of french news. visual news. i discovered france 2 on new york's channel 22 at 19h00 each night - and truly cherished having a fresh (and french) perspective on world events. coupled with bbc and occasionally the times, i was able to distinguish what was us media propaganda, and what was actually happening (remember colin powell's snow job?).

i clearly recall the vilification of france - unite behind a common enemy in an effort to deflect attention from a misguided war. while we were slinging expressions around ('freedom fries' etc.), the french news was offering fact without editorializing. when the war began, they presented an objective picture of what was going on - without bashing the us or britain. i was extremely impressed with both the stance of the government - they never did become embroiled in the war - and dominique de villepin's staunch refusal to be drawn into it (despite being lambasted by the bush administration).

then came along real player - a gift from friends abroad who wanted us to stream some footage of their young daughter being interviewed on german tv. in order to get that 'feed' i downloaded said item, and voila - there was tv5, france 2, and more recently, france 24. eureka.

unfortunately, there ended the no-tv-in-the-bedroom policy. every night, i duck into bed with my glass of wine, my tiny laptop, my earphones, and stream french news. what a delight to catch up on the greves (strikes), political maneuvering of the ump, the sans-abris camped out on the edge of canal st. martin, and the latest stories on labor unrest as france lurches towards a 37.5 hour work week!

and the best part, bien sur, is a dose of paris daily; a real shot in the arm that keeps me connected to my most favorite city on the planet!

h

06 November 2007

papier plus


in a tiny corner of paris, shoehorned in between the lovely ile st. louis and the marais, is a charming and typical parisian 'rue'. on this sweet street, just north of the equally charmant and agreeable pont louis philippe, lies a gem of a shop which has been situated in this local for as long as i can recall.

papier + is a special and unique place. the french, our newly found 'allies' in the post-chirac era, are notorious for their love of the finer things that life has to offer; this boutique is no exception. i can recall a happy, simpler time some twenty years ago when jane and i ambled through this area, pinching ourselves and realizing at that moment how lucky we were to be alive in this place. we stumbled upon our beloved papier +, and spent a great amount of time thumbing through photo albums, journals, and cahiers. i never managed to leave the place without having the shopkeeper weigh me out about a kilo of paper clips, all in sculptural forms, on an old fashioned scale - on one end lay my booty, and on the other end of the scale he would gingerly drop and add calibrated weights to calculate my cost (thankfully, not the method employed at weight watchers!).

everytime i used one of those many paper clips, it was for a special occasion - a card to a loved one, to which a photo was attached; a shot of my work going off to a gallery or museum, or just affixed to a piece of my clothing as a good luck charm.

and do you know what? things didn't turn out too bad - merci, papier + !

h

03 November 2007

marry par-ee


yes, i love paris!

some of you do too, and continue to ask for my faves, beyond the obvious ... had enough of jim morrison's grave, mona lisa's smile, and romantic strolls along the seine? here are some of the things that i love about the city of light - this is NOT paris for dummies:

.the late air france flight back to JFK - an 'extra' full day and a 9pm return (that's 21h00 for you!)
.macarons at ladurée ... okay, they're owned by the more commercial 'Paul' but who can resist that pistachio green and all those flavors, without the preciousness of pierre hermé's shop?
.dinner by the fire at maitre albert avec guy savoy
.rue etienne marcel and the galerie vivienne
.pylones, the ubiquitous object store even invading NYC!
.amorino gelato at the buci market ... and while i'm at it, the cheese tasting room (don't forget the wine and daily specials) at fromagerie 31
.the food hall, absolutely first rate, at le bon marché on boulevard raspail (la grande epicerie)
.passage de retz gallery at 3, rue charlot
.my new fave hotel, marceau bastille - the best hotel breakfast spread in paris, and the most thoughtful layout of tiles in the WC
.still, the tour eiffel
.parc andré citroen
.the palais de tokyo, and dinner at tokyo eats
.foie gras on brioche toast - never seared!
.the promenade plantée, for a nice elevated stroll
.riding the new grey bicycles put out by the mairie de paris
.movies at MK2 at the bibliotheque nationale de france (francois mitterand) - dinner in the red restaurant first, then snuggling up with a partner in the love seats during the show
.movies at MK2 on canal st. martin - the late show in summer, then a glass of wine and green salad at the restaurant
.antoine et lili
.café sesame on the edge of canal st. martin
.st. germain des pres
.my favorite street in paris - rue st. sulpice
.cheese, wine, cheese, wine, cheese, wine (repeat frequently)
.cobblestones
.gerard mulot for slabs of goat cheese quiches
.G20 supermarchés (grocery stores) - very pedestrian but a great selection of everyday things you need
.the now defunct samaritane department store
.nicolas sarkozy's likeness to napoleon (both in stature, ambition, and temperament!)
.french 60 year old women with elegant hairdo's
.french cinema (one basic plot, all featuring daniel auteuil and juliette binoche)
.the look on french people's faces when an american can engage them in french about local politics
.rue pont louis phillipe and the adjacent store papier plus
.charles de gaulle
.goldie hawn at charles de gaulle terminal 1, riding the criss-crossing escalator with her flowing red locks during a critical scene of private benjamin
.outdoor tables all year long
.pression - draft beer
.lovers kissing
.walking along the lower portions of the seine
.les bouquinistres
.the grande arche further afield from the arc de triomphe
.french friends - intelligent, unflappable, liberal
.falafel in the marais
.atelier brancusi, the best musée in paris
.coulis and fromage blanc at colette
.l'eclaireur shops
.the pagoda cinema
.tadao ando's meditation space at unesco
.les invalides
.rue de cherche midi
.french windows
.rue de jour
.agnes b.

wouldn't you like to marry par-ee too?

bon nuit,

h

02 November 2007

macarons


ladurée ou gerard mulot?


although others may argue that there are more venerable institutions for macarons (fauchon, pierre hermé), our family stays with the tried and true. we are partial to the macarons, those delectable confections that bear no resemblance to the passover macaroon (double 'o') comprised of coconut and more coconut (also delicious - have you ever had dean & deluca's chocolate coated version?). i digress. the parisian macaron lies somewhere between heaven and earth - two cookie like rounds sandwiching a delicious fruit or ganache filling. we love the packaging of these treats at le bon marché, but we really are stuck with the two shops noted above.

now admittedly, i've soured on ladurée a bit since jane told me that they were bought by the french chain paul (in my opinion one step up from starbucks' brand model). that notwithstanding, who can resist the shopkeepers on rue jacob dolling out these nuggets in many flavors, packaging them beautifully in the prada green boxes bearing the script logo? not i, nor the kids for that matter. we seem to pair these macarons - delicate, somewhat 'crusty' - with a palmier ('elephant ear') for good measure.

on the other hand, the ritual of purchasing macarons at gerard mulot on rue de seine is like a family pilgrimage for us now. standing patiently on line, ordering the brightly colored treats, going to the cash to pay, returning with ticket in hand to 'pick up' our goods - all lovely and delightful, and oh-so-civilized. you couldn't possibly think that they'd LET you carry your package up to the register to pay, now. that would just sully the whole process.

so, please decide for yourself - and if you have your own thoughts, feel free to try and sway me by fedexing a box of macarons to me - anytime!!!

bon appetit,

harley