She's fierce, she's invincible, she's the symbol of the motherland. She's Marianne, France's "Statue of Liberty". She made her debut in 1830, (18 years before the fall of the monarchy) kicking ass in a tableau by Eugene Delacroix entitled, "Liberty Leading the People", stylishly appointed in a Phrygian bonnet - like those worn by freed slaves in Greece, her breast bared, fearless. Inspired by her beauty a simple shoemaker, one Guillaume Lavabre, pens a song that gives a name to this mysterious creature, "Berceau Occitan de la Marianne Republican" , a song of revenge by the servant class upon the nobility. Thus Liberty was baptized with a good Christian name! Shrouded in symbolism from head to toe, she appears in many forms; grasping a revolutionary pike (which held aloft the commander of the Bastille), carrying with her Tables of the Law or the Scales of Justice, (depending upon the situation) occassionally accompanied by her pet lion (a validation of the courage and force of the people). One of her favorite accessories is a length of broken chain, the very essence of her spirit - Liberté! Wildly popular, a force of nature, Marianne has been immortalized on postage stamps, her image married to the most revered of French celebs; Brigitte Bardot, Catherine Deneuve, and Inés de le Fressange are just a few of the A-listers who have posed as Lady Liberty. Exiled and ridiculed during the Occupation, she joined DeGaulle's Free France movement, but of course! I wonder why her cousin, who reigns supreme from her pedestal on Ellis Island, is not known by a name other than "Liberty"? A name popular at the time she was born, such as Abigail for example. Or Gertrude - "Trudy" for short! Or perhaps we should baptize her with a more current moniker, like Britney, or Heather, or Khloe. I think I prefer "Trudy", as it contains the sound "true", Liberty always being true to those under her protective wing!
Thursday, July 14, 2011
Friday, July 8, 2011
Your Friday French Fashion Report: Dolce and Gabana Menswear Collection for Spring 2012
Moving past, (with great difficulty) the hotness of the models and the sensuality of the music, the menswear collection by Dolce and Gabana for Spring 2012 is full of must haves, from the timeless elegance of a well made suit to daring see-through shorts! Trousers are slim, sometimes cropped, and the palette is muted. Earth tones are on the horizon for 2012, look for grey, tan, and slate, and accent with splashes of pumpkin, mustard, and plum. Man purses are getting larger as well, ("It's not gay, it's European!") which is fabulous for us girls - now they can carry more of our stuff and look good doing it. The casual look is dressed up with the marriage of Bermuda shorts and wing tips, and dress shoes are worn without socks (as the Italians are wont to do). Also shown were a selection of interesting jumpsuits, which evoke images of a chic groundcrew for some fabulous gay Air Force, and a new take on fishnet shirts - an open weave that on the runway looked damn good, but translated to the Jersey Shore? I'm not so sure. However, the slim pant is always groovy, always Italian, and trending.
Wednesday, July 6, 2011
Cinema: Minuit à Paris (Midnight in Paris)
I was introduced to the quirky genius of Woody Allen in high school, on a date at the Drive-In with my friend Donald Smith, in a blue VW Beetle affectionately called "Mildred". It was the 1970's, and on the playbill was a triple feature; "Sleeper", "Bananas", and "Everything You Wanted to Know about Sex, but Were Afraid to Ask". It was quite an introduction! Donald's taste in cinema was far more sophisticated than mine, and I can still hear his laughter as we experienced this marathon of absurdity. I was hooked, the unbearable angst and rapier wit of a skinny Jewish geek from Brooklyn hit the mark so many times over the years. I have often felt that we have been privy to the innermost essence of the man, his soul laid bare on the silver screen for all to see. From his romantic side in "Play it Again, Sam", to his relationship issues in "Manhattan", and "Annie Hall", to his hatred for and desire to murder ex-wife (Mia Farrow) in "Crimes and Misdemeanors", we have experienced his personal journey to the place he has finally arrived, contentment with the here and now. Unfortunately, this new found state of being is unkind to his art - with the exception of "Scoop", where Allen confronts his own mortality, his last several films have fallen flat, missing the neurosis that gave his work a cutting edge. Having fallen head over heels in love with Paris, having lived here for the last 4 years, having loved Woody Allen, and having read about all the excitement as he filmed here, casting France's First Lady Carla Bruni in a cameo role, I decided Midnight in Paris was a must see. Sadly, I was wrong. Perhaps 10 years ago I would have wept at the sight of all the familiar places, shot so perfectly for the opening sequence. The Place du Concorde, Montmarte, Le Tour d'Eiffel, the Opera Garnier, he hits all the spots I know and love. Had I become jaded? What francophile hasn't dreamt of rolling with Hemingway and Picasso, Gertrude Stein, Josephine Baker, Man Ray and Cole Porter, all in Paris in the 1920's, all partying like rockstars together in between hours of intellectual discourse! Our hero, played by Owen Wilson has, and serendipitously has the chance as he walks the streets of Paris at night. A successful Hollywood screenwriter engaged to be married working on the next great American novel, he fancies himself as a writer in Paris, romanticizing a time long past. As the clock strikes midnight during his promenade through the city, he is transported by an antique Peugot occupied by Zelda and Scott Fitzgerald and the name dropping begins. We hear Cole Porter singing at the piano, Madame Baker sings and dances sensuously. There is nothing I hate more than predictibility in a movie, and it became annoyingly so as we went to Le Polidor to meet Hemingway, Le Moulin Rouge to meet - you guessed it- Toulouse Latrec, (yawn) and Maxims to include Degas and Matisse. What was worse is the acting, which felt stilted and unnatural. Rachel McAdams seems to be reading her lines, Wilson is just not up to snuff, and the part of Hemingway (played by Cory Stoll) was embarrassingly overacted. Ironically Madame Bruni came off as quite natural - this being her first role as an actress, and having taken quite a bit of criticism from the French press. Marion Cotillard proved herself formidable in the role of "Adriana", a mistress of Pablo Picasso, delivering the finest performance in the film, and Adrien Brody makes us laugh as Dali. The ending, being every bit as predictable as the rest of the film is a bit of a letdown, and I am sorry to say perhaps Mr. Allen's best days are behind him. On a scale of 1-10, my Overall Enjoyability Rating for Midnight in Paris is a 4
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