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jux·ta·po·si·tion


 

jux·ta·po·si·tion : the fact of two things being seen or placed close together with contrasting effect.

 
Do you know what these Parisians that I live amongst have mastered? Juxtaposition. They have the concept of juxtaposition down to an art form. When you have an apartment that dates back to the 1700s or 1800s, I think the stylish thing to do is to let the bones of the apartment speak for themselves and let the furnishings and accessories have their own spotlight. Chic Parisians agree. It’s all about the mix. Mixing styles, mixing eras, mixing designs, mixing elements etc. But not too much! It has to be juuuuuuust the right amount. And by the way, I’m talking about mixing 18th-century boiserie with Jacques Adnet, not mixing 18th-century boiserie with Ethan Allen, for God’s sake. Let’s have some self-respect, shall we?” Okay, let’s take a look at some dropdead gorgeous juxtaposed spaces…










 
How fine! How wonderful! How refreshing! How unique! How très chic! Don’t you just want to throw away everything in your house and start over? I do. There are more examples on my Have Some Decorum Juxtaposition Pinterest Board HERE. Yesterday, I saw, with my very own eyes one of the best examples of this juxtaposition. I almost had a design heart attack. I was invited over for petit déjeuner to one of the chicest family’s apartment in Paris. As soon as the front doors were opened, I was all in. They had me at the entry. The uniqueness of their apartment matched their warm hospitality. Style, grace, elegance, humor and joie de vivre. I am going to ask permission today (because I have manners) to do a blog posting tomorrow on “My Morning with the Chicest Family in Paris.” Stay tuned.

*Something you don’t know about me? I like to take the side streets. It’s where all the magic happens. This is where you find the quirky, the unusual, the low-key, the jewels, the charming, the not so perfect, the marvelous, the special and the magnificent part of life. Take the side streets!

"Green is the prime color of the world, and that from which its loveliness arises." – Pedro Calderon de la Barca



 
Just wanted to start today’s blog with a big Merci! Thank you to everyone who took the time to tell me that they enjoy my blog. Your kind words and well wishes for my blog, my health and my family are wholly appreciated. However, don’t be afraid, just because I’m a sicky-poo with ALS, to send me comments of another nature. I can take it. I actually encourage it. It’s a free world…express yourself, I do. But, thank you, nonetheless, for the good-natured comments.

 
Continuing my obsession with dishes, today let’s take a look at French faience. In particular, French green faience.

Definition of faience: [fahy-ahns] noun. glazed earthenware or pottery, especially a fine variety with highly colored designs.  

As I mentioned the other day, my mother and I found, at the Parisian flea market (Marche aux Puces), a rare set of 18th-century French green dinnerware. We were at the flea market on the first buying trip for our antique shop in Santa Barbara named, Circa. More on that later. Anyway, we saw the dropdead gorgeous set of dishes in a dealer’s booth…but he was closed! Typical. There was no way we were going to leave that booth without those dishes. So we waited…and waited…and waited. My daughter, Gracie, was with us and she was about to lose her mind waiting for this antique dealer to show up. What seventh grader wants to sit around a flea market waiting for some Frenchman to finish his lunchtime quiche and salad and 4th glass of red wine for the day, only returning to begrudgingly sell her mother overpriced stupid green dishes? The only reason Gracie didn’t shoot me on the spot was because we promised her chocolate crêpes and a trip to Bonpoint in Paris for a new dress (obviously, Gracie can be bought). We work on a bribery system in my household and it seems to work.




The dealer finally showed up, opened up his little shop, and invited us inside. This particular seller only deals in vaisselle (dinnerware). His entire shop was floor-to-ceiling dishes. Dishes that you would commit crimes for. The shop was so jam-packed that we could barely make our way through…my favorite environment ever. I could have bought everything in the store, but we were on a mission for those green dishes. The set was complete, including dinner plates, salad plates, soup tureen, sauce boat, covered dishes, platters and dessert bowls. They were truly remarkable and in perfect condition. We asked the price. “Uhh, excusez-moi, how much did you say they were?” They were a small fortune, but we bought them anyway. Don’t feel too bad for me, I more than quadrupled the price when I sold them.

We had a private soft opening party for friends and family for our shop. Within five minutes of the doors opening, the dishes were sold. Sold, paid for, gone. I knew they were special. They were sold to one of my favorite interior designers. A few months later, lo and behold, they showed up on the cover of Veranda. This is a good lesson to learn to always go with your instincts, trust your intuition, and stay focused on the prize.

 
 

So what’s the big deal about these dishes? I have tried to do some research, but have come up short. There is not a lot of information on them. Maybe a reader out there has more information? If so, please send it my way. There is a sort of similar set available on 1stdibs.com HERE.
 

 
 My mother was a little depressed that we sold them so she then decided to find the next best thing…a quality reproduction set that she could use as every day dishes. My mother ordered them in green and a warm yellow from a pottery factory in the South of France called Souleo de Provence, formerly Terre E Provence . The same family of producers have been using the same method of manufacture since the 19th century. The style she chose is called Louis XV. She ordered about 5 billion of them, of course (I’m not kidding, I saw the old invoice today and she ordered 292 pieces). They are very heavy and the colors are super rich. You can order them HERE.


 
 
Okay, because I’m not a total snob, I’m going to tell you where you can also buy them fairly cheap, but only if you promise to mix them in with your good stuff. There is a company called Le Cadeaux in Los Angeles that sells these dishes in lots of colors, dishwasher safe, oven safe and virtually unbreakable. I’m rolling my eyes as I write the word “dishwasher safe.” However, they are not too shabby and will do the trick. You can buy them HERE.

 

More of my favorite dishes tomorrow… Hint: tobacco.
A toute!

Fancy-schmancy


Not everything can be, should be, inexpensive. Sometimes you just have to pop for the good stuff. I’m talking about pillows. Decorative pillows. I can spot a cheap one a mile away. Sometimes a pillow can be $2000 and totally worth it. It’s the icing on the cake. I remember buying a blue Fortuny pillow from an old friend in Santa Barbara, who I hate now, named Todd Mossman. He made beautiful Fortuny and antique tapestry pillows. He also added beautiful trim and tassels. I stupidly sold the pillow when I moved to Paris for the first time. I still regret it all these years later. I still think about that pillow. I lose sleep over that pillow. That’s the magic of pillows. They are the crowning jewel of design. So, you can’t get all worked up about spending a fortune on them. Just take a deep breath… And relinquish your credit card.

One of the absolute best sources for one-of-a-kind decorative pillows is Rebecca Vizard. She has mouthwatering, jaw-dropping, gasping for breath, I want to shoot myself if I can’t have one…type of pillows. If these pillows don’t “go with your house” you need to burn your house down and start over. As far as I’m concerned, these pillows could go with most any style... Modern, Italian, French, Spanish, New York uptown/downtown, traditional, bohemian, chalet, or beach shack.

 
I always love a good back story and Mrs. Vizard’s does not disappoint. Here, I’ll let her explain… “I suppose the interesting part of my business is that I do all of this from a tiny town in North East Louisiana. (Population 1104…no traffic light). I can't even buy thread here.  I grew up in this little town and all I ever wanted to do was live in the big city.  Married the greatest guy from New Orleans several years after I finished in art at Newcomb College (Tulane) and thought I was set in the city. 
Next thing you know my dad convinced my husband he needed help with the family business, and we were sucked back home like Jeanie vaporizing into her bottle.  My bottom lip shook for about a year. I threw myself into building a house on my grandfather's property and next thing you know, friends from New Orleans were asking me to help them decorate their houses.  I was delighted because I was in "Get the Hell out of Dodge" mode.

Soon I discovered I was spending more time designing pillows than the big stuff, like sofas and drapery, and was horrified by how much pillows cost just made out of regular nice fabric….Started thinking that you should be able to get something special for that amount of money. And the only antique textile pillows I could find were too frou-frou (This was back in '94).  Made my first one for a client in NYC….textiles from the flea market on 26th st….more people started wanting me to do their ID work just because they wanted the pillows.  In 1996 Neiman's ended up buying for 22 for their store….and then I was solidly in the pillow business.

 The best part of the story and what I think has made it all so fulfilling is that in this process of working in a very high end world….the contrast between my work and where I live really started pulling on my heart strings.  While I live on a lovely oxbow lake, this is one of the poorest areas in the US. The town is 8 miles from me and you can't drink the water, it's brown:(  I started realizing that from my high end connections I could help people here make a living. It has been working! Being able to make beautiful things everyday and help people at the same time is extremely gratifying. Now I feel like the luckiest person in the world living here in this dinky place where I can piddle in my studio, take a trip here and there, help people, and wash my hair in the lake every day!”- Rebecca Vizard
How cool is she? Okay, I’ll shut my pie hole now and let the pictures speak for themselves. By the way, don’t you hate that word “pie hole.” Such an ugly word. I told my husband that if he ever told me to “shut my pie hole” then I would smother him in his sleep. Anyway, let’s drool over these pillows for a little while…
 
 Antique Raised Gold Metallic Embroidery
  $1400.00
 
Antique Ottoman Empire Raised Silver Metallic Embroidery
$2675.00
 
Late 17th C. or Early 18th C. Flemish Tapestry
$1300.00
 

Antique Raised Pewter Metallic Embroidery
$1545.00
 

 
Antique Ecclesiastic Raised Embroidery
$1825.00


Five Antique Silver Metallic Star Appliques
$700.00
 

 
Carnavalet Fortuny in Lavender and Silver
$650.00
 

De Medici Fortuny
$700.00
 

De Medici Museum Texture
$400.00
 

Vintage Olimpia Fortuny
$745.00
 

Vivaldi Fortuny in Raspberry and Gold
$695.00
 

Fortuny Dog Leash
$195.00
 
 
 

 17th C. Flemish Tapestry Fragment
$2465.00
 
18th C. Aubusson Tapestry Fragment
$1400.00

 Voilà! See? Worth every dime. You can buy these and many more on Mrs. Vizard’s website Here.

 *Oh, are you wondering why I hate Todd Mossman? Todd Mossman would accept invitations to every hoity-toity party in Santa Barbara, drink their alcohol, eat their amuse-bouches, socialize with all of the women and then the very next day, gossip about them. Or was that me who did that? No, I’m pretty sure it was Todd.

A toute!