Last week end I was in Corsica , l'ile de beauté
here are some pictures I want to share with you
bougainvillier in my hotel terrace
corsica window
corsica cabanon
door
All this BEAUTY was surrounded by friends , laughing , love , food and wine ! Isn't it heaven ?
enjoy your week end as much as I did !!!!
The petit cabanon was full
of dust
of spiders
but of little treasures
buttons for a princess in an enameled cup
little religious miniatures : small little virgen ...
three different mirrors ...so we can make an accumulation
hunting buttons
and a lot of ceramics from french hotel
china from Marseilles's hotels and restaurant
coffee cups from hotel and by the way , do you know what is the 1st plan object for ??
inkwell and little treasures ....
well all these little antiques are just a little idea of what was in this little cabanon
if you want price or information , contact me
credit photo :copyright 2007 piersmooreede.com
A lot of you may know I work with my family !
A lot of you may know I love photos
Thanks to internet and blogging I have met somebody and above all an artist I want to share with you !
As you will understand it is about photo and about family !
The father Robin Moore Ede is an interior designer
and the son Piers Moore Ede is a writer and photographer, winner of the DH Lawrence Prize for travel writing
they have combined their talents to create little beauties :
photo : butterfly
They make something special "watergraphs" : the marriage of a photograph and a watercolour !
It is printed onto an handmade paper from India , the khadi ,it is a ppaer coming from an ancient tradition of paper making , and the factory which supplies their paper provides employment for 47 poeple in rural india !
I love this : mix of tradition and modern technics and commerce équitable ( fair business ? is it the proper words ? )
My favorites are from the decorative arts series what about you ?
Go , check and tell me
AFTER MEETING SOMEONE SPECIAL
AFTER HAVING A BLOG'S GODMOTHER
AFTER ONE YEAR
AFTER 268 POSTS
AFTER 2265 COMMENTS
I APPRECIATE MORE AND MORE EACH DAY TO SHARE WITH YOU
LET' S CELABRATE ONE YEAR OF BLOGGING, OF BEING A PART OF THIS SPECIAL WORD
THANK YOU FOR YOUR LOYALTY , YOUR COMMENTS AND YOUR SUPPORT
I'm going to start posts about savoir ..( to know how to ...)
Let's start with the one about LOVE
This one is specially for a girlfriend ..I know she will recognize her
So look at these vintage postcards and learn a lesson
Let's look at him like that with les yeux d'amour
Let's kiss him ( read the message written on it )
let's be sexy and nice !
JUST LET IT GO !!!!
following posts : savoir vivre , savoir faire ....
For my american friends ,4th of July is national day!
Here in Provence , in my little family that is H-E-R day
13 years ago
her hands
this is her : CLARISSE , My S-I-S-T-E-R
My friend , my child
Even if ....
sometimes you fall ,
I carry you
Even if ...
sometimes you don't want to tell me
I listen to you
Even if ....
sometimes you don't act properly
I believe in you
Even if .....
sometimes you walk away
I follow you
Even if ....
sometimes you abandon us
I LOVE YOU
let's this year be the start of a starry highway !
Look at her ! I will not be with her , she is still in Paris and I'm away for the wee end but she will be in my heart and in my mind
PS : I AM IN CORSICA , in a litlle hotel on the beach , for a " wine festival "
what is in the box ?
I love these wax Jesus
some are from the XIX th century and in a very good shape
Isn't he cute with his little fingers and feet ?
I also love the vintage box !
P.S : I will be away for the week end , but I delete some posts !
I hope I will be back with some new pictures on tuesday ! Do you want to know where I am ? chuttttt...may be tomorrow
Sur mes cahiers d'écolier Liberté Paul Eluard
Sur mon pupitre et les arbres
Sur le sable sur la neige
J'écris ton nom
Sur toutes les pages lues
Sur toutes les pages blanches
Pierre sang papier ou cendre
J'écris ton nom
Sur les images dorées
Sur les armes des guerriers
Sur la couronne des rois
J'écris ton nom
Sur la jungle et le désert
Sur les nids sur les genêts
Sur l'écho de mon enfance
J'écris ton nom
Sur les merveilles des nuits
Sur le pain blanc des journées
Sur les saisons fiancées
J'écris ton nom
Sur tous mes chiffons d'azur
Sur l'étang soleil moisi
Sur le lac lune vivante
J'écris ton nom
Sur les champs sur l'horizon
Sur les ailes des oiseaux
Et sur le moulin des ombres
J'écris ton nom
Sur chaque bouffée d'aurore
Sur la mer sur les bateaux
Sur la montagne démente
J'écris ton nom
Sur la mousse des nuages
Sur les sueurs de l'orage
Sur la pluie épaisse et fade
J'écris ton nom
Sur les formes scintillantes
Sur les cloches des couleurs
Sur la vérité physique
J'écris ton nom
Sur les sentiers éveillés
Sur les routes déployées
Sur les places qui débordent
J'écris ton nom
Sur la lampe qui s'allume
Sur la lampe qui s'éteint
Sur mes maisons réunis
J'écris ton nom
Sur le fruit coupé en deux
Dur miroir et de ma chambre
Sur mon lit coquille vide
J'écris ton nom
Sur mon chien gourmand et tendre
Sur ses oreilles dressées
Sur sa patte maladroite
J'écris ton nom
Sur le tremplin de ma porte
Sur les objets familiers
Sur le flot du feu béni
J'écris ton nom
Sur toute chair accordée
Sur le front de mes amis
Sur chaque main qui se tend
J'écris ton nom
Sur la vitre des surprises
Sur les lèvres attentives
Bien au-dessus du silence
J'écris ton nom
Sur mes refuges détruits
Sur mes phares écroulés
Sur les murs de mon ennui
J'écris ton nom
Sur l'absence sans désir
Sur la solitude nue
Sur les marches de la mort
J'écris ton nom
Sur la santé revenue
Sur le risque disparu
Sur l'espoir sans souvenir
J'écris ton nom
Et par le pouvoir d'un mot
Je recommence ma vie
Je suis né pour te connaître
Pour te nommer
On my school books
On my desk and trees
On the sand and snow
I write your name
On all pages read
On all white pages
Stone sand paper or ashes
I write your name
On the jungle and desert
On the nests and gorses
On the echo of my childhood
I write your name
On the marvels of nights
On the white bread of days
On the married seasons
I write your name
On the fields on the horizon
On the wings of birds
And on the mill of shadows
I write your name
On each puff of dawn
On the sea on the boats
On the demential mountain
I write your name
On health regained
On risk that is no more
On hope without memories
I write your name
And by the strength of one word
I start over my life
I was born to know you
To name you
LIBERTY
Paul Eluard , translation : MA
" NO MAS SECUESTROS ! No mas secuestros !" I. Bettancourt
Photo credit :A gauche : Photo Jeff Greenberg © NYC & Company, Inc. A droite : Valérie PERRET via internaute.com
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let's put on a straw hat !
deck chair from transatlantic liner
detail
XIX th century pair of Medicis vases ...they are from a beautiful garden ...
base of an art nouveau iron table ... I love the design of this table
if you want any information or price , contact me
I love bling bling
an old car painted in gold !!! THIS IS A CAR FOR A PRINCESS
a gold 2 chevaux ...