Just a little post to show I'm not dead! Not already

I'm lacking time these days; I moved and still have no access to the internet, this is why I'm not there; I went back to school too, now studying English and Arts History, while preparing for the audition to enter the Conservatoire! A lot of things are happening or changing, that's pretty exciting and refreshing - and I feel like at least I'm doing something I really like and want to!

Sending some cheers to you

We went to the Musee d'Orsay but we didn't see Cleo de Merode's cast

At least we made nice pictures with Ibério and Patrick, I can't wait to see them - and share with you!

I am planning to propose some prints for sale, from Patrick's and Richard Tallent's pictures. Please let me know if you'd be interested, if this is the case I'll prepare a page in my website about it!

Lacking time

I just wanted to thank you for your nice comments, there, about the website, pictures or sets; this really is a help, especially in this difficult time!


I also wanted to share this with you, because she's simply fascinating :








Pauline Polaire, a french music-hall artist, actress and singer of the Belle Epoque, famous for her 14" corsetted waist and publicised as "the ugliest woman in Paris with the smallest waist in the world"; she was a very close friend (and more!) of Colette and impersonated "Claudine" on stage.

Jean Lorrain, a french eccentric and decadent writer of the Belle Epoque, was saying of her

"Polaire! The agitating and agitated Polaire! The tiny slip of a woman that you know, with the waist slender to the point of pain, of screaming out loud, of breaking in two, in a spasmically tight bodice, the prettiest slimness ... And, under the aureole of an extravagant masher's hat, orange and plumed with iris leaves, the great voracious mouth, the immense black eyes, ringed, bruised, discoloured, the incandescence of her pupils, the bewildered nocturnal hair, the phosphorus, the sulphur, the red pepper of that ghoulish, Salome-like face, the agitating and agitated Polaire!
What a devilish mimic, what a coffee-mill and what a belly-dancer! Yellow skirt tucked high, gloved in open-work stockings, Polaire skips, flutters, wriggles, arches from the hips, the back, the belly, mimes every kind of shock, twists, coils, rears, twirls...trembling like a stuck wasp, miaows, faints to what music and what words! The house, frozen with stupor, forgets to applaud."


How I love this testimony! That's probably cyclic, but right now I need Belle-Epoque's anecdotes; a friend would like to go to the Musee D'Orsay, I wasn't very enthusiastic - who's enthusiastic when exhausted? - but now I hope to see Cleo de Merode's body cast