“We’ll always have Paris” *

La Ville-Lumière courtesy of Equinoxio. ❤

Equinoxio

Two years without going back to Paris. How would I find the old city? The answer: chaotic, traffic-jammed, invaded by masked nitwits running on electric scooters at 20mph on the sidewalk. But Paris will always be Paris. Notre-Dame, the old “girl”, is still there, doing well. The reconstruction is progressing at good speed. (Paris, July-August 2021)

“Fleur mystique”, Mystic flower, by Gustave Moreau (1826-1898). Critics or art historians label him “Symbolic”. I would call him more a Mythology painter. Many of themes are based on Greek or Roman mythology, or oniric subjects such as this “Mystic flower”. Though a favourite painter of mine, I hadn’t visited his house/museum in a while. Taking advantage of the Health Pass, reluctantly handed to me by the French Gvt, I ran there and found the same magic.

Toulouse-Lautrec,1893, at the Petit Palais.

Joan of Arc, 1865 by Emmanuel Frémier. Petit…

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exotic red flower

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with love…purity

Beautiful!

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Temple Bell

Your eyes are the crescent

of a silver bay that circles my mind

in the deep mystery of sleep

your voice an invocation of bells

that once rung cannot be undone

in dreams I am your dancer

beckoned by your call

a charm on a well cut cuff

a link on a diamond encrusted chain.

“The Dancing Girl” by Noelie Ramon

Today is: Kiss a Ginger day.

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Love, sweet love!

Resa and Norm

Recently I came across a photograph of our lovely Fashionista, Resa McConaghy, and her beloved Norm.

Norman is a GUITAR PLAYER & COMPOSER. They lived in Miami for almost a year in the 80’s. Norman was working on writing songs and had an arrangement with a recording studio there. They lived in an amazing older home on Miami Beach. It was quite grand with a Florida Room and a maid’s apartment along the side. Per Resa, The original owners must of had a fab life there. They were renting it from an Argentine businessman who had bought it.
When they returned with Norm’s songs it led to a record deal in the 1990’s.

Norman at work!

Love is What is Needed

by Holly Rene Hunter

Here in paradise

the sun goes down on the

crescent shore of an empty beach

she found herself with a guitar man

and A life time of memories

It seemed so clear then and now

love is what is needed

Frida Kahlo and Nickolas Muray

In Nickolas Muray’s (Hungarian-born American photographer)1939 portrait of painter Frida Kahlo a crown of purple yarn weaves in and out of her thick black hair, flyaways break loose from her braids. Her favorite shawl, a deep magenta rebozo wraps around her shoulders matching the warm flush of her cheeks and her painted nails—glints of red that call attention to her strong hands. She leans comfortably against a wall gazing resolutely if not lovingly at the camera.

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Muray and Kahlo were at the height of their on-again off-again ten-year relationship when these pictures were taken. Their affair had started in 1931 after Muray was divorced from his second wife and shortly after Kahlo’s marriage to Mexican muralist Diego Rivera. It outlived Muray’s third marriage and Kahlo’s divorce and remarriage to Rivera by one year, ending in 1941. They remained good friends until her death in 1954.

Frida

In the portrait she wears
a coral shawl across her shoulders.
Terracotta lips are set in granite.
Her eyes are the color of the earth,
they scream the anguish of the world.
Her image is etched into tapestry
hung from nails on a farmhouse wall.
She is captured by the hand
of a woman uprising
She is proud
she is Mexico.

poetry by Holly Rene Hunter

Merry Christmas!

 

photo by Holly

what she saw…

Sunscreen anyone?

run away

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Resa and Carmine

Rene Rosso (aka Holly) penned a beauty in October, 2018.

Based on an old polaroid of Carmine & me, she came up with a poem that sticks in my heart and mind. If you click on the pic, you will go to her original post!

Remember back when you were a rock star

and I was a hippie angel?

How comfortable we were with our

heart and souls bared.

Do you remember now that you are so far

away that night in Eden when you came to me

and I came to you and the rest of the world

slipped away?

We held on to one another, made love and cried

decided never to speak of how every time

the lights went out you rushed to me,

so tender, coming and going.

Young and in love, we named that month Sextember,

yes, it still matters to me.

Do you remember our anguished goodbye?

Neither do I.

Have EYE ever thanked Holly enough?

Poem – Resa and the Rock Star © Holly House of Heart

Original art can be found at https://graffitiluxandmurals.com/2019/07/19/resa-and-the-rock-star-redux/