Wednesday, December 9, 2009
Monday, November 16, 2009
Dinner conversation is pretty amazing when one is at a writer's residency. Tonight, dining in the Ragdale dining room, I learned of a French artist named Sophie Calle. I just read about her on Wikepedia.
Here's an excerpt which describes some of her work. The italics are mine.
I love that she referred to her boyfriend as "X."
I hope I can see her work someday. To see it in France would be even better
Monday, October 19, 2009
I miss the cheese.
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
Okay. I realize the title of this post may seem weird given that, ultimately, I'm going to write about lingerie, but bear with me.
Monday, October 12, 2009
Sunday, October 11, 2009
Saturday, October 10, 2009
There are many houses in this region of France that are hundreds of years old. They're very similar to one another--walls constructed out of red brick and river rock plastered together with mud. There are tile roofs and windows with painted wooded shutters. Floors are often simple clay tiles, but sometimes things get wild.
People often add extra windows when they re-do an old house because the original version tends to be dark. I'm picturing a perfect French house with wild floors and lots of extra windows. And a pigeonier.
It would be in a beautiful village---remote, yet with a train station and a TGV to Paris. Alas, ce n'existe pas.