Archive for July, 2010
Arty Party

Husband and I added the odd art touch to our wedding last year, such as our table-names, which were all based on paintings (of couples cuddling, caressing, clinching…). But our art injection was nothing compared to a recent wedding party thrown by auctioneer Simon de Pury (currently appearing as the bright, blustering mentor to the contestants on Bravo’s Work of Art: The Next Great Artist) and Michaela Neumeister, who married six months ago.
R & R

I’ve not got the usual video for you this Friday I’m afraid (though I’m hatching big plans for upcoming ones). No, instead I’m taking a break today and giving Husband (who’s our hard-working camera and editing man) some much-needed rest and relaxation too! Here to help us get into the lazing state of mind is John Singer Sargent (1865 – 1925) with this lovely, languid portrait called Nonchaloir (Repose), from 1911.
Painting the Town

A lick of paint and a splash of color can do even the dingiest, direst corners a world of good, and that’s whether we’re talking a small, private space or a big, public one. I recently read about a drive that’s transforming Rio de Janeiro’s slums through community-driven art. Called the Favela Painting project, it’s all been cooked up by Dutch artist duo Haas&Hahn, and they’ve already done and dusted two campaigns in Vila Cruzeiro (Rio’s most notorious slum). Now efforts are focussed on O Morro, where the plan is to prettify an entire hillside slum: already 34 houses and some 7,000 square meters have had a brush with beauty.
Thanks Giving

Shameful to admit, but there was definitely the odd occasion on our honeymoon (sat in the back of a safari truck, or on a beach seeing the sun set), when my mind trespassed momentarily into treacherous thank-you note territory. A mistake, I grant you, to start totting up the numbers of need-to-writes, as Husband looked on and lounged in ignorant bliss, but wedding guides are eerily emphatic about the right way in which to write to your guests after the event. In the end, it took two weeks, four pens, a stack of stamps and one throbbing index finger to get the lot labelled and shoveled into our mailbox in time.
Explosive Device

At the cinema last week, the trailer for a new film Countdown to Zero blasted into the auditorium. See what we saw here:
Homing In

It’s Monday morning, which means it’s back to work for many men and women everywhere. But, for a new wave of feminist housewives (a generation of female graduates who are choosing full-time motherhood over high-flying careers), this morning could comprise cookie-baking, crayon coloring and duck-feeding at the park.
Bare Essentials

Warning! If you’re likely to be offended by the loucher and more licentious links that Art 2010 occasionally makes between art and the art of living, then look away now. Because today we’re discussing Speedos, and Lord knows it’s going to get messy. It’s summer, so swimwear has been preying on my mind (and parading before my eyes). Fact is I’ve got shocking news to report: Speedos (those clingiest, briefest of briefs) have had a huge surge in sales this year. So if you’re planning to be on the beach or by the pool at some point soon, don’t say I didn’t tell you.










