Artist: Paul Colin Medium: Lithographic Poster Reproductions, 1983 Dimensions: 29.6 x 21.2 in, 75 x 53 cm Arches Paper - Perfect Condition A This lithographic poster was reproduced in 1983 on the highest quality Arches Paper from the original 1928 poster by Paul Colin's poster for Tabarin. It was Mourlot Studio's Master Printer Yves Melcher, who had worked closely in the past with Colin that worked on this lithograph. It was reproduced by hand on our Voirin 1870's printing presses in Paris. The Tabarin was a popular nightclub in Paris originally making its reputation with the cancan. It stayed open long after WWI. In the mid-20s dancers infused the club with new life and Colin illustrated changing times using a multiple exposure that conjoined a trio of women doing the cancan, the charleston and a ballroom dance. Colin depicts the energy of Paris during the Jazz Age. Colin was named the most important designer of theater and music hall posters during the French Art Deco period.
Images show women at the Salpetriere Hospital in Paris, France during the 1870s, as medics tried to cure them and understand their disturbed state.
Le Règne végétal; Paris,L. Guérin,1870-72. biodiversitylibrary.org/page/11984294
Images show women at the Salpetriere Hospital in Paris, France during the 1870s, as medics tried to cure them and understand their disturbed state.
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Degas was nicknamed the “painter of dancers”. From 1860 onwards, he developed a fascination with dance, which was originally discovered at the Paris Opera, where he spent much time backstage. As a result of his interest, his paintings portrayed the dancers in private behind-the-scenes moments, as well as during their performances on stage. Take a look back over the love story between the artist and his tutu-clad muses.
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Le Règne végétal; Paris,L. Guérin,1870-72. biodiversitylibrary.org/page/12337776
La carta ritrae le nazioni europee esaltandone alcuni caratteri. La Prussia militarista nelle sembianze di un grasso soldato assoggetta l’Olanda (che ne è la mano) e calpesta un’agonizzante Austria; l’Irlanda sotto forma di un cane al guinzaglio di un’anziana signora che è l’Inghilterra; la Francia decisa a respingere l’aggressione prussiana. La scritta in basso chiarisce inequivocabilmente i significati: la Turchia «sbadiglia e si sveglia», l’Italia «dice a Bismarck: Leva dunque i tuoi piedi di là», la Danimarca che «ha perduto le sue gambe nell’Holstein spera di riprenderle», l’ambiziosa Russia «rassomiglia ad un cenciajuolo che vorrebbe riempire la sua gerla». Carta tratta dall'articolo di Edoardo Boria "Carte come armi" pubblicato in Limes 3/2010 "Il Sud Africa in nero e bianco".
Le Règne végétal; Paris,L. Guérin,1870-72. biodiversitylibrary.org/page/11984346
I am often asked, sometimes with great bewilderment, "so what exactly do you do all the time you are in Paris?" It's true, it is very different to be here for a period of months rather than days. There's no real rush to run around trying to see and do as much as possible as quickly as possible. The result is that we lead a pretty normal life here, lots of regular activities along with special outings and a chance now and then to stumble across unexpected things. To give you a flavor, here's how this week has been playing out. It began with this ominous, menacing sky. It's 11 am on Monday morning looking out of my dining room window! You had to wonder, for a moment, if it was the end of the world....but, no, it was merely the prelude to a major major thunderstorm! By 3 pm, the skies were completely clear and the temperature in the low 80s and life went back to normal! Once or twice a week, I start my day by popping downstairs to the Café Sentier, literally, in the building next door. Here, the fabulous Fabienne, who manages the cafe for this new owner, brings me my favorite breakfast... ...a piping hot café crème and a "tartine avec de la confiture." Yum! Thus fortified, I then head up to my gym, usually three times a week. Just about a five minute walk away, I stroll through the Sentier district, passing all kinds of wholesale and retail dress shops, fabric shops and real estate businesses. At the gym, I have a choice of joining the stairmaster crowd, pumping away, watching soccer on the big screen television, or tuning in to their favorite tv channel on the individual tvs at each station. I usually begin, though, with some stretches, then ride one of the bicycles for a good 30 minutes, before tackling some of these fearsome weight machines! Most days I am very much one of the most "senior" women there, and certainly one of the few with gray hair! But people are very friendly, the management even gave me two months free membership as their way of making up for all the renovations that were going on earlier in the year! I use my time on the bicycle to watch French television shows, and I read a French newspaper between repeats on the weight machines. In this way, I have a French lesson at the same time as I, supposedly, remain fit! This week, I decided to do a little detective work. One of my favorite books of recent years is The Hare with Amber Eyes by Edmund de Waal. A memoir of his family's life in Odessa, Paris, Vienna and Japan, but one that also traces a collection of netsuke as it is passed through the family, and that carries the reader through the cultural and momentous history of late 19th to late 20th century. The Ephrussi family came to Paris in the 1870s and took up residence at 81 rue de Monceau. I had been curious to see the house, so I took the Metro out to the 8th arrondissement and found it! With its four Corinthian pilasters rising up through the body of the house, it is one of many beautiful formerly private homes in this part of Paris. On the oval street windows, there is a double back-to-back E for the Ephrussi family that forms the metal protective grill. Alas it was not enough to protect the family from the devastating losses they suffered during both World Wars. Today, the building houses offices, but when I saw someone going in, I slipped in behind them into the entrance hall. Here a beautiful staircase winds its way up to the various floors. The gold filigree pattern made me think of a wheat sheaf, a reminder perhaps of the family's origin as grain merchants from Odessa before they became one of France's largest banking concerns. I went back outside and looked up at the second floor windows, where Charles Ephrussi lived during the period of La Belle Epoque, writing art reviews, collecting impressionist paintings and buying his 264 netsuke. A little further down the rue de Monceau stands the former home of the de Camondo family, another prosperous Jewish banking family from the late 19th/early 20th century. Here, Moïses de Camondo began his astonishing collection of 18th century furniture, paintings, tapestries and art objects. With its extensive library... ...its impressive and modern kitchen... ...and its elegant garden that leads directly into the Parc Monceau, the de Camondo family would seem to have every possible success and comfort in the world. But, as this plaque sadly and simply states, this story did not have a happy ending. Moïse's only son, Nissim, died in combat during WWI, serving as a pilot in the French Air Force. And in WWII, nine years after Moïse's death and following his gift of the house and its contents to the French nation, his daughter, Beatrice, her husband and their two children were arrested and deported to Auschwitz, where they died. Today, the house is part of the Musée des Arts Decoratifs. The contents are beautifully maintained as the treasures they are, but the sense of tragic loss that runs through every room is almost overwhelming. Thursday found me at the Basilica of Saint-Denis, where the 2013 Musical Festival of Saint-Denis is centered. With performances of works by Mahler, Bach, and Stravinsky, among others, tickets are quickly snapped up. If you're too late, there's always the offer of a deck chair outside in the beautiful square, and a big flat screen television on which the concert will be shown. For this music lover, it meant he could bring his dog with him! Saint-Denis (3rd century AD!) is a patron saint of France, and, according to legend, was the first Bishop of Paris. There has been a church on this site since the 5th century AD. The present glorious medieval building provided a change from the Romanesque to the Gothic style. It is here that all the French kings from the 10th to the 18th century were buried. Throughout the Basilica, their tombs line the walls and the floors. Here, Louis XII lies with his wife, Anne de Bretagne. He died on New Years Day, 1515. What could be a better setting for a performance of Gabriel Fauré's Requiem. My favorite Sacred work. There was not an empty seat as the Philharmonic Orchestra of Radio France took their seats, and the choir -- the Maîtrise de Radio France -- filed into their positions. Under the direction of Sofi Jeannin, this glorious and incredibly moving work filled every corner of the Basilica with its melodic beauty. Meanwhile, back in the centre of Paris, things are warming up for the annual "July Sales". My friend, Anne-Marie, who is not only an esteemed university professor, but also a seriously successful shopper, invited me to join her this week on a special preview day at Le Bon Marché! I am normally way too nervous to even set foot in this, the oldest department store in Paris, but armed with this "gold key" invitation, I was happy to dive in and prowl around. And there was plenty to see, and touch, and try on! We each came away with a bargain or two -- at 40% off, and another 10% with the detaxe, it was hard to resist! The sales open to the general public next week, when every store will be jammed with eager shoppers. Who knows, perhaps I will go back... My final adventure for this past week was an unexpected and lovely invitation to attend a dress rehearsal (avant-première) of La Sylphide, opening this weekend at the Palais Garnier with the Ballet de l'Opera. Built at the height of the Second Empire, the Palais Garnier displays every opulent trait of that era, when Paris was being rebuilt. It's almost giddy in its exuberant, flamboyant, style and richly ornate detail. In startling modern contrast, a ceiling by Marc Chagall, installed in 1964, features scenes from operas by 14 different composers. Its reception has been mixed over the years, but I found it stunning, spread out above the chandelier. The ballet itself was just breathtaking. Such a sad romantic story, La Sylphide (not to be confused with Les Sylphides, a shorter work set to music by Chopin). In this one, a young Scotsman falls under the spell of a sylph, abandons his fiancée and follows her to the woods, where, in a tragic turn, she loses her wings and dies, and he collapses. This may have been a dress rehearsal, but the dancing was superb. I especially loved all the kilts! Leaving the Palais Garnier just after 10 pm, it was, as you see, still light! June 21st, the longest day, and to celebrate Paris offers its residents La Fête de la Musique. Every year, all over the city, free concerts are given, open air performances are held, neighborhood musicians set up on street corners. The town is alive with music. Believe it or not, right in front of the Palais Garnier, this crowd is watching a big brass band going full bore with YMCA!! It's been quite a week. À bientôt! Follow @JanetRobbins14
Gustave POETZSCH (Swiss, 1870-1950) was born in Neuchâtel, Switzerland and went to Paris to perfect his artistic apprenticeship and entered the studio
Jules Claudin Gervais dit Gervais-Courtellemont, est un photographe français, né en 1863 à Avon et mort en 1931 à Coutevroult, surtout connu pour ses autochromes. Une grande partie, environ 5000, e…
Artist: Henri Regnault (French, Paris 1843–1871 Buzenval). Date: 1870. Medium: Oil on canvas. Dimensions: 63 x 40 1/2 in. (160 x 102.9 cm). Classification...
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These vintage Paris photos show just how much the city has changed over the past century, all while remaining one of the most beautiful places on the planet.
Près d’un siècle et demi après la Commune, les photographies des ruines laissées dans la capitale par ces événements continuent à fasciner. Elles dévoilent notre paysage parisien quotidien so…
Frederic Bazille - Bazille's Studio or The Studio on the Rue La Condamine, 1870 (Detail) (Musee d'Orsay Paris France) at Frederic Bazille and the Birth of Impressionism exhibit at National Gallery of Art Washington DC (Exhibit Catalog)
Norbert Goeneutte (French , 1854 - 1894) Le Marche Des Halles, Paris.
