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Writing Table (bureau plat), André-Charles Boulle, French, c. 1700-1715.
Oak veneered with tortoiseshell, brass and ebony, set with gilt bronze mounts.
This early Régence bureau plat (writing table) by André-Charles Boulle was created at the beginning of the Regency period in France when Louis XV was a minor (between 1715 and 1723, but Régence furniture is typically considered to span the years from 1700 to 1730, beginning late in the reign of Louis XIV).
Atop the desk are an ornate casket, inkstand and paperweight set and mounted Imari bowl.
The exquisite French wool and linen carpet was made in the Chaillot Workshop of Philippe Lourdet (founded by Simon Lourdet) at the Savonnerie Manufactory in Paris in about 1665 to 1666.
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The panels above the mirrors are elaborately gilded and carved with masks, shell motifs, leafy branches, and garlands of flowers. The rope molding decorated with a gilded, twisted ribbon is made from carved wood.
Jacques Gaultier, furniture worker; after designs by Armand-Claude Mollet, architect
French, Paris, 1725 - 1726, 20th century additions
Painted and gilded oak and walnut; with a brèche d'Alep mantelpiece; modern mirrored glass
The displays were vignettes of French life during that era in history with elaborate furnishings, paintings, clothing, and jewelry. Many rooms in the museum were completed ordained from top to bottom with finery, from the painted paneled casework to the inlaid and patterned oak flooring. It was truly amazing.
Garden Bench by Jenny Holzer
Jenny Holzer was born on July 29, 1950, in Gallipolis, Ohio. In 1972 she graduated in painting and printmaking from Ohio University and started an M.F.A. program at the Rhode Island School of Design, Providence in 1975. During this period she started integrating written words and language into her work. She finished her degree in 1977 and moved to New York, where she enrolled in a study program organized by the Whitney Museum. It was there that she made her Truisms series, which were her first works solely comprising text. She had the words printed on sheets of paper and either distributed them as fliers or posted them anonymously around the city.
Holzer’s work tries to reformulate many assumptions made by traditional forms of art, especially in the context of public spaces. Writing is still the basis of her creative process, whether it is used singularly or combined with other modes of representation ranging from installations to xenon projections. Her texts are written on electronic signs; printed on posters and T-shirts; engraved on sandstone benches, marble floors, or granite sarcophagi; or cast onto bronze or silver plaques. Her words also appear on billboards, in newspapers, and over the Internet and have been projected onto the facades of buildings, hillsides, or liquid surfaces via laser or xenon projections.
Holzer’s projects have been presented at museums all over the world, including the Solomon R. Guggenheim Museum, New York (1989), the Centre Pompidou, Paris (1996), The Museum of Modern Art, New York (1997), the Whitney Museum of American Art, New York (1999), the Oslo Museum of Contemporary Art (2000), and the Neue Nationalgalerie, Berlin (2001). In 1990 she was invited to show at the Venice Biennale and was awarded the Leone d’Oro for the best national pavilion. She won the Crystal Award from the World Economic Forum in 1996 and the Berlin Prize Fellowship of the Berlin American Academy in 2000. Jenny Holzer lives and works in Hoosick, New York.
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I love watching pigeon mating dances.
Love, love, love.
They puff up their necks and drag their tail-feathers, and they look so silly.
Arjay had a sound influence on the popularity of the pneumatic tyre
A brilliant commercial idea, invention or novelty is of no value until somebody who believes in it puts his money where his mouth is and places it before the public. Lots has been written about the pneumatic tyre, an 1888 brainchild usually credited to John Boyd Dunlop, a Scottish vet who lived on Dublin's Morehampton Road, or, if you are pedantic, patented by R.W. Thomson, another Scot, back in 1846. Thomson, of course, never made or sold his novelty. And while Dunlop manufactured it and turned it into a practicality, he needed backing to succeed. And the man who backed the invention and who put it firmly in the public eye was a forgotten Irishman, R.J. Mecredy, who was the son of a Scot. One of Dunlop's most important factories of course, was in Cork. Finally, the man who put paid to the whole Dunlop saga and presided over its collapse and sale was yet another Scot, Campbell Fraser, whose death last month brought all this to mind, as well as being the final chapter in the story.
Mecredy's interest in tyres was extraordinarily prescient, as it predated the arrival of the motor car. His passion for cycling led him to recognise immediately the potential benefits of the tyre, and as well as enthusiastically joining the first consortium to make and sell the Dunlop product, he also published The Irish Cyclist, the first journal of its kind in the world, which was an enormous success, and which led the runaway sales of the new-fangled tyres.
Richard James Mecredy was born in Ballinasloe, Co Galway, in May 1861, son of the Church of Ireland rector oflnveran, near Spiddal in Co Galway. By 1882 he had become a solicitor's apprentice in Merrion Square, Dublin, but the law seems to have held little interest for him. The publisher of the Irish Cyclist and Athlete, a Mr J.G. Hodgins ofTralee, Co Kerry, contacted Mecredy, then a very successful amateur racing cyclist, and asked him to act as Dublin Cycling Correspondent of his paper, and Mecredy took the job at a wage of thirteen shillings and fourpence a week (about 82 Cents in today's money) A year later he had taken it over as proprietor and editor, renaming it the Irish Cyclist. And it was still a roaring success (renamed again as the Irish Cyclist and Motorcyclisf} in 1924 when Mecredy died.
Mecredy was an extremely tall and gangling figure, probably the perfect cycling physique for the machines of his day. Contemporary cartoons and caricatures of Mecredy show a stick-like figure labelled "Arjay", dressed in button-boots and tweeds, and towering over his companions at cycling and motor shows in Dublin. Combining the affability of his Irish mother with the conservative business acumen of his Scottish forbears on his father's side, Mecredy was both liked and respected.
Among the many hobby horses he rode during his writing career was a plan for an alcohol-fuelled Irish Grand Poteen-style motor race, proposed in another of his publications, the Motor News. That was back in 1904, predating the current "biofuel" frenzy by a century. This, he felt, would not only provide a home-grown market for the (then) surplus potato crop, but would put Ireland firmly on the international motor sport map. That never happened, but the fanatical de Valera-inspired isolationism of the 1930s did throw up a state-owned alcohol distillery in Co Louth. Oil companies were forced by law to add a fixed proportion of the biofuel to their petrol at the pumps. When that compulsion ended recently the plant was privatised, and is better known now as the Cooley Distillery, producing whiskey and other tonics.
But Mecredy's big contribution was to the advancement of the tyre business. He supported the Du Cros family, who put up the money for the Dunlop consortium, and enthusiastically campaigned for the new products, and was a director of the Pneumatic Tyre company. He was also one of the first car owners in Ireland, and a founder member of the Irish Roads Improvement Association, which fought for new highway building and surface improvements. His prowess as a racing cyclist was formidable. In 1890 he had travelled to London to compete in the National Cyclists' Union championships, and won all four of the events. His home at Vallombrosa, near Bray, Co Wicklow, from which he cycled 13 miles into the city each day, was stuffed with souvenirs and trophys of his cycling career. He also wrote several books on cycling and touring in Ireland.
Sadly, the troubles of 1916-22 took their toll ofMecredy and his business. His offices were burned down, and he fled to Scotland, where he died in April 1924, just short of his sixty-third birthday. By chance, a piece about Mecredy in the Daily Telegraph in 1996 brought a letter from his grandson, Robin Mecredy, who lives in Buckinghamshire. He had been looking for an Irish home for the memorabilia collected by his grandfather, including his cycling trophies. 1 put him in touch with the Ulster Folk and Transport Museum, which has the best collection of Irish transport exhibits, including many rescued from scrapyards in the Republic, and which seemed the best resting place for them. The Mecredy collection was duly presented to the Museum in 2004.
Much more recently, I heard from Robin Mecredy that he had finally found his grandfather's grave, in Dumfries High Cemetery in Scotland. The Scottish Dunlop connection has come full circle, it seems.
The pneumatic tyre
A brilliant commercial idea, invention or novelty is of no value until somebody who believes in it puts his money where his mouth is and places it before the public. Lots has been written about the pneumatic tyre, an 1888 brainchild usually credited to John Boyd Dunlop, a Scottish vet who lived on Dublin's Morehampton Road, or, if you are pedantic, patented by R.W. Thomson, another Scot, back in 1846. Thomson, of course, never made or sold his novelty. And while Dunlop manufactured it and turned it into a practicality, he needed backing to succeed. And the man who backed the invention and who put it firmly in the public eye was a forgotten Irishman, R.J. Mecredy, who was the son of a Scot. One of Dunlop's most important factories of course, was in Cork. Finally, the man who put paid to the whole Dunlop saga and presided over its collapse and sale was yet another Scot, Campbell Fraser, whose death last month brought all this to mind, as well as being the final chapter in the story.
Mecredy's interest in tyres was extraordinarily prescient, as it predated the arrival of the motor car. His passion for cycling led him to recognise immediately the potential benefits of the tyre, and as well as enthusiastically joining the first consortium to make and sell the Dunlop product, he also published The Irish Cyclist, the first journal of its kind in the world, which was an enormous success, and which led the runaway sales of the new-fangled tyres.
Richard James Mecredy was born in Ballinasloe, Co Galway, in May 1861, son of the Church of Ireland rector oflnveran, near Spiddal in Co Galway. By 1882 he had become a solicitor's apprentice in Merrion Square, Dublin, but the law seems to have held little interest for him. The publisher of the Irish Cyclist and Athlete, a Mr J.G. Hodgins ofTralee, Co Kerry, contacted Mecredy, then a very successful amateur racing cyclist, and asked him to act as Dublin Cycling Correspondent of his paper, and Mecredy took the job at a wage of thirteen shillings and fourpence a week (about 82 Cents in today's money) A year later he had taken it over as proprietor and editor, renaming it the Irish Cyclist. And it was still a roaring success (renamed again as the Irish Cyclist and Motorcyclisf} in 1924 when Mecredy died.
Mecredy was an extremely tall and gangling figure, probably the perfect cycling physique for the machines of his day. Contemporary cartoons and caricatures of Mecredy show a stick-like figure labelled "Arjay", dressed in button-boots and tweeds, and towering over his companions at cycling and motor shows in Dublin. Combining the affability of his Irish mother with the conservative business acumen of his Scottish forbears on his father's side, Mecredy was both liked and respected.
Among the many hobby horses he rode during his writing career was a plan for an alcohol-fuelled Irish Grand Poteen-style motor race, proposed in another of his publications, the Motor News. That was back in 1904, predating the current "biofuel" frenzy by a century. This, he felt, would not only provide a home-grown market for the (then) surplus potato crop, but would put Ireland firmly on the international motor sport map. That never happened, but the fanatical de Valera-inspired isolationism of the 1930s did throw up a state-owned alcohol distillery in Co Louth. Oil companies were forced by law to add a fixed proportion of the biofuel to their petrol at the pumps. When that compulsion ended recently the plant was privatised, and is better known now as the Cooley Distillery, producing whiskey and other tonics.
But Mecredy's big contribution was to the advancement of the tyre business. He supported the Du Cros family, who put up the money for the Dunlop consortium, and enthusiastically campaigned for the new products, and was a director of the Pneumatic Tyre company. He was also one of the first car owners in Ireland, and a founder member of the Irish Roads Improvement Association, which fought for new highway building and surface improvements. His prowess as a racing cyclist was formidable. In 1890 he had travelled to London to compete in the National Cyclists' Union championships, and won all four of the events. His home at Vallombrosa, near Bray, Co Wicklow, from which he cycled 13 miles into the city each day, was stuffed with souvenirs and trophys of his cycling career. He also wrote several books on cycling and touring in Ireland.
Sadly, the troubles of 1916-22 took their toll ofMecredy and his business. His offices were burned down, and he fled to Scotland, where he died in April 1924, just short of his sixty-third birthday. By chance, a piece about Mecredy in the Daily Telegraph in 1996 brought a letter from his grandson, Robin Mecredy, who lives in Buckinghamshire. He had been looking for an Irish home for the memorabilia collected by his grandfather, including his cycling trophies. 1 put him in touch with the Ulster Folk and Transport Museum, which has the best collection of Irish transport exhibits, including many rescued from scrapyards in the Republic, and which seemed the best resting place for them. The Mecredy collection was duly presented to the Museum in 2004.
Much more recently, I heard from Robin Mecredy that he had finally found his grandfather's grave, in Dumfries High Cemetery in Scotland. The Scottish Dunlop connection has come full circle, it seems.
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We stayed at a friend's cabin on Farside Road. My daughter picked up a Far Side book and began reading. We have all the books at home. While out walking on our third day there, it suddenly dawned on me why they have Far Side books in the cabin. Duh!
I guess I was relaxed. ;)
112 for 2012 #14 Sign
When I was a young writer, over 40 years ago, I always thought that it would be really cool to write in Paris. With the Seine River in the backdrop and the Eiffel Tour in striking distance, I thought that I could find great inspiration. So for several hours, I just wrote away and came away with some really good stuff. With a baguette in from of my iPad an a bottle of Champagne, I was charged to go. But since I was alone, I did not break open the bubbly. I never drink alone. Yes, writing in Paris is a special thing, especially for one who loves wine, food and photography. This magnificent city has it all.
A Parker 51 Vacumatic in Cedar Blue with a 16k gold-filled cap and blue diamond clip from the 1940's.
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“Don't accept your dog's admiration as conclusive evidence that you are wonderful.”
― Ann Landers
“Prejudice is a great time saver. You can form opinions without having to get the facts.”
― E. B. White
1610 map of Flint, Flintshire by Johm Speed, showing the town and Flint Castle beside the River Dee.
A figure used in a lecture from JR James at the Department of Town and Regional Planning at The University of Sheffield between 1967 and 1978.
From Detroit, Bicycle Joe Lo-Fi Sound and Vision Presents:
John Sinclair with Adventures in Bluesland
Friday Oct 24th 2014
Beast Of Bourbon
710 Myrtle Avenue, Brooklyn
2 for 1 drinks specials til 8pm
John Sinclair: Voice
Phil Gammage: Voice, Guitar
Don Florino: Lap Steel Guitar
Kevin Tooley: Drums, Voice
Johnny Cement: Bass
Robert aaron: Sax, Piano
We're so excited to introduce our newest Art-in-Ed Artist's Book Resident, Libby Scarlett! Based on tiny details she observes, Libby constructs fictitious narratives about her neighbors across the way—writing about their loves, laughs, and longings in "A 19-2 View."
Learn how it all began on the blog! bit.ly/libbyscarlett
My first job interview was with the local bus company Rhondda Transport. This envelope bore the tidings that as I could not calculate the amount of fuel needed to take a coach of certain capacity from Porth to Caernafon I did not get the job in the publicity office writing the company magazine. Still can't figure it out.
Mailed from their offices in AberRhondda Road, Porth sometime in August/September 1968.
My second interview was no less inauspicious. Made my way to the Cardiff Studios of Harlech TV didn't get the job as a junior hack. By now I was doubting my abilities as a wordsmith, a budding Hemingway or Greene, I eventually realised that I would not even reach the dizzying heights of Ms Blyton. So thank God for the Celtic Press in the shape of the Rhondda Leader.
Harlech TV Ident: