Well, my dears, my spring break fantasy of jetting away to Paris never materialized. So, I suppose I will have to put some Piaf on the pod and twirl around my kitchen in some black and white Chanelesque ensemble. Zuts alors!
Wayne Thiebaud, a California artist who initially trained with Disney, is often perceived as a stepchild to the Pop art movement in America. While his art lacks the consumerist statements that Warhol and Oldenburg infused in their imagery, he focuses instead on food, glorious food laid out again a barren and creamy background. Perhaps because his palette veers towards sorbet-shades and cotton-candy colors, I am inherently delighted by his diner windows, bakery displays, and trays of pâtisseries. His refined and elegant treatment of a Pop subjects offers the viewer all of the fun of Warhol with none of the guilt.
Like Amélie Poulain, my life is all about the littlest pleasures: the freshest, pinkest raspberries; the deep blue of a Vermeer painting; the perfect crispness of a glass of Prosecco; the divine simplicity of an afternoon at the beach; the heavenly scent of a vanilla bean. Here I blog to celebrate the good life, la dolce vita, la belle vie. Cherish life's petits plaisirs and enrich your daily existence.
You should know that I take liberties with grammar, punctuation, & diction. Do not fear! I assure you I've been educated about the woes of abundant comma usage or the impropriety of ending a sentence with a preposition. Here, as this is not my dissertation, I write as I talk. I also make up words on occasion.
"If you are lucky enough to have lived in Paris as a young man, then wherever you go for the rest of your life, it stays with you, for Paris is a moveable feast." -Ernest Hemingway