more london, later;
meanwhile, waiting for the olympics via
the inimitable
fabulous
indubitably
magic
(the queen only looks more and more as simon doonan saw her, doesn't she? fascinating.)
Showing posts with label little augury. Show all posts
Showing posts with label little augury. Show all posts
7.6.12
9.5.12
31.12.11
9.3.11
i shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled
And would it have been worth it, after all,
After the cups, the marmalade, the tea,
Among the porcelain, among some talk of you and me,
Would it have been worth while,
To have bitten off the matter with a smile,
To have squeezed the universe into a ball
To roll it toward some overwhelming question,
To say: “I am Lazarus, come from the dead,
Come back to tell you all, I shall tell you all”—
If one, settling a pillow by her head,
Should say: “That is not what I meant at all.
That is not it, at all.”
And would it have been worth it, after all,
Would it have been worth while,
After the sunsets and the dooryards and the sprinkled streets,
After the novels, after the teacups, after the skirts that trail along the floor—
And this, and so much more?—
It is impossible to say just what I mean!
But as if a magic lantern threw the nerves in patterns on a screen:
Would it have been worth while
If one, settling a pillow or throwing off a shawl,
And turning toward the window, should say:
“That is not it at all,
That is not what I meant, at all.”
No! I am not Prince Hamlet, nor was meant to be;
Am an attendant lord, one that will do
To swell a progress, start a scene or two,
Advise the prince; no doubt, an easy tool,
Deferential, glad to be of use,
Politic, cautious, and meticulous;
Full of high sentence, but a bit obtuse;
At times, indeed, almost ridiculous—
Almost, at times, the Fool...
love this collection.have loved j. alfredsince i met himin professor hanna'sclass, c. 1977.(sue hanna taught me moreabout words than idid imagine at the time)this?it's a departure, isuppose, from the past,but it also hearkensback. like allgreat collections thatwill be remembered,it looks forward.i don't really read fashionpress (did for many years)anymore, just know whati like. that's that. i can onlyimagine what's been saidabout all of this.well. i think thisis one for history,a game changer.that's my vote.
The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
Eliot, T.S.
1917
images: chanel + vogue + pgt
10.1.11
in the long run
when i hear scott schumann talk about starting out with his camera, or i see grace coddington with her unsurpassed eye and shock of red curls and brilliant determination; when i read p. gaye tapp's posts & see the magnificence that ivan tereschenko shares with us on an almost daily basis...when the original work of michael jakubowski makes me smile, again and again, and hollister hovey and megan wilson and duncan hannah bring forth the world as we might have imagined it once before (were we small and listening at dusk to churchill's voice on the radio -- hoping not to hear, instead, the air-raid siren); when remodelista publishes day after day without fail some of the most glorious environments on earth, and my dear friend sara melling delights the beekman boys with her perfectly gorgeous drawings, and blue writes and says there is little that is truly urgent...i know this is why keeping a blog sustains so many of us.
what better way is there, balancing it with being out in the world, than to reach across and over boundaries that, at one time, might have kept us all apart unknowing and perhaps unseeing? this sort of communication wasn't even vaguely possible when i was a young mom raising three (then four) small (magnificent) human beings. how i would have relished having a voice like this, then: a way to speak to someone on the other side of the world while i kept home fires burning and the young officer we loved (those children and i; their father, my husband) patrolled icy waters in a silent boat that we heard nothing absolutely nothing of and nothing from for three months at a time (& twice a year). yes, i'd have given my eye teeth to stroll with mrs. blandings through her new house, or spend the evening visiting beth and her poetry. these days, i think of that young mom and i am thankful. for all of this, and all of that. for all of you. and, very much so, for that man and the four magnificent human beings with whom we have been able to share our life.
(that this way of communicating reaches over boundaries, it goes so much further than that- doesn't it? it is a way of seeing that we are all connected. far bigger than any single tweet, little blog, quiet facebook post. it- all of this communication, with so many voices that used to be silent (or near-silent)- will lead, i hope, to something mankind has been waiting for. the truth of peace. the realization that all is really just one. in the long run, that's what i continue to hope for. in the short run, i am- again- thankful to share the hope of peace with anyone.)
7.1.11
26.12.10
19.12.10
absolute attention
it's time to take a bit of a break. for now, perhaps, wander over& visit beth nelson. a sea both poignant & sublime, her blog is.
photo: beth nelson
4.11.10
is anything really random?
as i search for words and pictures today
i think of this
(and for me, random is not. ever.)
somehow, it is all of a piece. but it is the knowing
that eludes us (often) and the seeking which brings
such joy. in any seemingly random pattern there
lies the secret of a universe; and what can compare
with the frission of joy that again occurs when we
find a bit of the secret? there. right before our eyes.
[sending sunshine from california to you]
photos: vt
14.8.10
goodness
currently spellbound (here),
& will surely continue to be,
by this magnificent blog:
originally traveled there on the
excellent advice of the exceedingly wise and
charmingly convivial p. gaye tapp
(a.k.a. little augury)
10.8.10
muse. editors. books. a film or two. knights.
burning blog-ish questions of late:
A.
when will elle decor make mitchell owens the head honcho?
isn't it time? he's the perfect editor for the publication,
and -- lord knows, especially these days -- don't all
publications need practically perfect editors?
B.
what publisher will wake up and smell the coffee
mrs. b brews so lovingly marvelously deliciously
for all of us in her sweet kitchen;
o! why do i have to wait sooo long to read
The Mrs. Blandings Book of Home Decor and Family Fun?
(she just saw Utah. now i have to go.)
C.
when will little augury enter the documentary
business? as in: with all of her yummy posts, shouldn't
someone start working with her to make short movies
about all of this? magnificent tidbits of design (and so
on and so forth) history. honestly. cannes needs her. really.
D.
when will mr. terestchenko's modern knights book be
available? soon, please?
All of the Above +
what's porter's next role in mad men?
she looks so remarkably swell
in those swanky glasses...
30.7.10
11.6.10
just a blur
these snapshots were taken two summers ago;
the only reason i kept both is that (i still feel)
simply looking at them the sense of (flat out)
awe which swept over me when i was standing
in the presence of Sargent's incomparable work.
[the room at the met was empty for a few minutes,
and i stared in stunned silence at the majesty (it
could only be described that way) all around.] so
where the v. masterful pgt is waxing eloquent about
Sargent. you'll learn much more from her, and see
why there is space for nothing but quiet and pure
amazement when you are stock still next to him.
24.5.10
Awards Season
(or: the post that just keeps getting
simplified as the day goes on ;)
Knowing that it is a great honor to be among the
Magnificent 7 chosen by Gaye at Little Augury,
and the seven Beautiful Bloggers chosen by
Daniel at Hiberian Homme, I'll be sending out
two sets of awards. Seven Beautiful Bloggers:
[the tradition of the award, once received,
is to name seven more beautiful blogs &
tell us seven things we might not know about
photo: cecil beaton
21.5.10
beautiful honors (off to bake a cake)
it's a lovely day when someone says hello
the way these two have; with grateful
thanks, I accept the privilege of being
honored with delightful awards from
&
now, I must compile the necessary
ingredients to bake the cakes I'd
like to set before you: luscious bits
that will do the job of thanking
these two (who have been so generous)
and you (for whom the cake must be tasty
enough)...and do justice to those I'd like
to send you off to visit...
9.4.10
coasting
We have been all about
Easter vacation around
here, lately, and most
efforts have been going
to enjoying the time with
loved ones far and near;
sometimes you prep for
these things for weeks,
don't you, and then they
go by so very quickly?
That's pretty much the
case right now. While
we are still enjoying
the luxury of the next
few days of visits, and
I continue to coast in
posts (hence my pro-
clivity for sending you
elsewhere for the last
several pages at least) . .
well, thought I'd share
more favorites now &
say tschüss for a bit or so.
p&c
(I've added an illustration below -- a great
favorite by the exceedingly remarkable
Ivan Terestchenko -- that might better explain
Thank you, Little Augury,
for the image & your magnificent taste.)
10.3.10
26.2.10
two favorites together
is celebrating the work
of P. Gaye Tapp, a.k.a.
Little Augury (whom
I'll admit being pretty
darn smitten by; adore
her style, her verve, her
charmingly crafted stories
and exceedingly lovely
eye). More, here. Cheers!
artwork: P. Gaye Tapp, Little Augury
website: Parthenia
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