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Tuesday, October 30, 2012

The Secret Gardens of Paris


The one thing I love about gardens, about from their scented pleasures, is the fact that they are completely egalitarian.

A garden doesn't judge you on your wealth or status; it doesn't care whether you went to a private school or a public one; whether you fly Economy or Singapore Airlines Sleeper Suites; whether you earn half a million or an author's wage. It doesn't sneer if you have the wrong shoes; if you have the wrong handbag; if you've forgotten to apply your lipstick when you rushed out the door  in a flurry of hurry. It doesn't mind if you're not wearing Chanel or Balmain, if you caught a cold on the plane, if you utter a quiet profanity when you trip over the 'Do Not Walk On The Grass' chain. It doesn't even care if you don't want to talk. In fact, it rather likes the silence. Shhhhh, it says gently. Can't you see people are trying to think?

A garden is a place where all things are equal, and all people are too. Rich or poor, homeless or haute couture, a garden is open to all. There are no class distinctions here. So you can check your social anxiety in at the gate. And your airs and graces too.

A garden is a place of worship, but it's not necessarily about God. Unless you look upon Mother Nature as a deity. (As I do.) It's a place of faith, in the sense that once you enter, life just seems to become inexplicably better. It's a place of contemplation, rejuvenation, salvation. A place where anything can happen, even if nothing does. A garden is a saviour for the soul, a tonic for contemporary life, a last-chance place to find grace.

I love gardens. I'm only a starter gardener, but I suspect I will be a worshipper my whole life.


Here, in horticultural tribute to the gardens of Paris, are some of the more enchanting oases in this botanical-loving city. I was so inspired by them that when I arrived home at midnight last night I couldn't wait to get up at 6AM and water my own humble backyard patch. That's the other thing about gardens. They inspire you to live life to its fullest.

Oh – and I apologise for not getting back to emails and comments before now. Am suffering from terrible jet lag, although it's possibly from staying up late to watch the New York news! Thank you for all your lovely notes. Looking forward to replying to them all now.


GARDEN #1
The beautiful parterre of the courtyard of the Carnavalet Museum in the Marais. 
Sublime on a summer's day. Sublime on any day, really.




GARDEN # 2
The  Orangerie at Versailles. 
Many visitors miss this in the shuffle from the Palace to Grand Canal. And that's a crime. It's spectacular. There's just no other word for it. It's beyond spectacular. 
Built by Jules Hardouin-Mansart before work on the main palace had even begun, it was designed to both shelter the tender citrus plants and impress the palace's visitors. There are more than a thousand trees, all of them in beautifully constructed Versailles planters. (Those are worth seeing on their own.) Most of the trees are orange trees, and many are 200 or 300 years old. 
I saw this just before the gardeners put the trees away for the winter (which happens at the end of October). I spent an hour walking around this part of Versailles. It was a glorious autumn morning, and the garden just glowed.









GARDEN # 3
The gardens of the exquisitely tiny, doll's house-style Petit Trianon palace at Versailles.
And the even tinier Pavillion Français next to it. 
No wonder Marie Antoinette like to retreat here to escape the royal pompousness of the palace. I'd happily spend my life wandering up and down its pleached avenues, too. Even the lantern was deocrated with intricate ivy.










GARDEN #4
The grand gardens of Versailles. 
And the garden architecture within it.
Have you ever seen such craftsmanship? Incredible.
(Have you some of noticed my photos are on a lean? So strange. Perhaps one leg is shorter?)




GARDEN #5
The enthralling Pavilion Frais.
Which is tucked away behind the Pavillion Français.
(Which, in turn, is tucked away behind the Petit Trianon. It's like a Russian Doll of gardens; each one smaller than the last!) 

Of the three of these gardens, the Petit Trianon, the Français and the Frais, the Frais was by far my favourite. The trelliswork was extraordinary. Also known as the Salon Frais or the Pavillon du Treillage, it was constructed under the reign of Louis XV and designed by the renowned Ange-Jacques Gabriel, the “Architecte du Roi”, considered by many to be one of the greatest French architects of the 18th century. (He also did the Versailles Opera and the Place de la Concorde). He designed the entire Petit Trianon triptych, including the Petit Trianon, and the Pavillons Français and Frais. 
Unlike the Petit Trianon, which was Marie Antoinette's own private residence, the one-room Pavillon Frais was used primarily on warm spring and summer days as a private dining room by the Queen and her courtiers. It was a charming garden hideaway with elaborate, intricate trelliswork featuring garden motifs in stone, bordered on each side by two grand pillars adorned on top with topiary spheres. The whole structure was painted in delicate shade of spring green. The interior was decorated with walls of beautiful boiseries (sculpted with garlands and flowers), mirrors, a chimney and a savonerie carpet. The surrounding garden had two oval pools on the inner sides of two symmetrical rectangular flower beds whose outer sides had fan palms in the centre. The two pools were surrounded by slabs of Languedoc marble, like the chimney of the pavilion, paved with two-coloured stones and decorated with a water spout.
The Pavillon Frais was destroyed in 1810, its portico pulled down the following year and its pools filled in between 1830 and 1840. The restoration of the pavilion only began in 1980, but was interrupted. It was only thanks to the sponsorship support American Friends of Versailles that the restoration was finished. As you can see, I was utterly enthralled by this magical place.

There's an amazing doco about the restoration of it here.




GARDEN #6
The west side of the Luxembourg Gardens.
This side is less crowded than the east. 
And more enchanting, in my opinion.



GARDEN #7
The quiet grandeur of the Tuileries. 
Just look at those enormous urns propped above the Rue du Rivoli entrance. 
If you find a serene corner – and there are many – you'll have one of the best places to have a picnic lunch in Paris.


The Garden Bookshop in the Tuileries Gardens
A great place to find unusual gardenalia. On the day I was there it had even planted its own whimsical garden out front. Just lovely.



GARDEN #8
The Petit Palais. 
Situated opposite the more famous Grand Palais (Lagerfeld's favourite new spot in Paris: he calls it "the new heart of the city"), the Petit Palais is a small pocket of stillness in the bustling madness of the inner city. The galleries themselves are worth a wander but it's the cafe and exotic tropical garden in the very centre of the building that are the real drawcards, I think. The queue to eat here was 40 minutes. And no wonder.





GARDEN #9
The secret garden of the Cour de Rohan, in the 6th.
An idyllic street that's only open on Wednesdays when the locals reluctantly allow the tourists a peek.


GARDEN #10
Rue du Furstenberg. 
It's not a garden as such, but just try to walk through it and not feel a sense of wonder. Delacroix's Museum is also here. That's a garden worth seeing too.



GARDEN #11
The private gardens of Montmartre.
Even the window boxes of geraniums were splendid.



GARDEN #12
The gardens of Hermes.
I couldn't obtain access to the rooftop garden of Hermes this visit, as the notice was too short, but I hope to in the future. In the meantime, the window merchandising was enough. The displays were  gorgeous. I was so inspired I bought a small bottle of the new fragrance Un Jardin Sur Le Toit (or 'A Garden on the Roof”). Whenever I spray it, it reminds me of this glorious week in Paris.



A Note To New York...



Dear New York,

We really feel for you. (And the rest of the storm-battered states too.)
We hope you recover from Hurricane Sandy soon.
On the flip side, it sure puts on a new spin on the old line: Taking New York by storm...
Keep your spirits up. And perhaps an umbrella too.

Thinking of you. Stay safe.
With love and best wishes,

The Rest of the World


Monday, October 29, 2012

Searching For The Glamour of Paris




Audrey Hepburn once said: "Paris is always a good idea", and she was right. It inspires and delights like no other city in the world.

The week before last I spent a few days in Paris to shoot two books, one of them a guide book to style and the other a meditation on French fashion called How To Live A Beautiful Life: Following In The Footsteps of Chanel. In just 4 days I shot more frocks, fabrics, French women, fashion stores and fabulous things that I've ever seen in my life. At the end of those 4 days, I felt officially frocked out.  I also felt utterly, devastatingly, heart-breakingly unfashionable!

Having only packed a carry-on bag, I hadn't had room to toss in the haute couture Dior*. (*Which only exists in my travel dreams anyway.) Nor did I have space for a Catherine Deneuve-style wardrobe. In fact, I barely had time to polish my boots and pack my passport before I left. But if there's one thing Paris does, it's educate us in the art of glamour. Paris is one big fabulous fashion lesson on Looking Lovely For Very Little Money. By the third day, I'd bought a pair of hot-pink leather gloves (a bargain for 10 Euros), a very Parisian-pink YSL lipstick, and a cobalt silk scarf from Didier Ludot's vintage store on the Palais Royal. Suddenly, I felt a lot more confident about facing Paris. I still looked like a foreign drop-in (we're the ones wearing comfy flats; the Parisian women all seem to don beautiful heels), but at least I didn't look so conspicuously casual.

Here, to brighten your Tuesday, is a brief glimpse at Parisian glamour, featuring some of the (badly photographed) 'off-cuts' of my days in this gorgeous and glorious city.

Oh – and I've now added some captions. Forgive me. I'm still in the fog of jetlag after the 23-hour flight home. That's the worst thing about living in Australia – the long, loooong haul to get home again.






 La Maison Favart.
A glorious little hotel and my favourite new Parisian find.


The Petit Trianon, Versailles


Hot pink hydrangeas. 
These were everywhere in Paris. I fell completely in love with them, especially when I saw that the V&A Museum in London had also planted their inner courtyard with them. Are't they the most incredible colour?


Ralph Lauren


A gorgeous gown outside Angelina on the Rue de Rivol. 
Loved the mosaic backdrop.


A fantastically whimsical bag on the Rue du Faubourg Saint-Honoré. 
Loved this. It's almost a parody of a Chanel bag.


My kind of BMW. 
My father loves BMW motorbikes. Not sure what he'd think of this though? Isn't it fabulous? I would have loved to have seen the driver...


Hotel La Belle Juliette.


More rose love.




The outrageously opulent, staggeringly beautiful interior of the Palais Garnier.
(Sometimes referred to as Opéra Garnier, or the Opera House.)
If you haven't had a chance to see inside this beautiful, do make time next time you're in Paris. It's incredible. It almost makes Versailles look like a shack!





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The Petit Trianon at Versailles.




The Place Vendôme.


The Left Bank at twilight.



Angelina's patisserie at Versailles.


Louis Vuitton.


Goyard, on the Rue du Faubourg Saint-Honoré.   
This beautifully old-fashioned luggage store is designed like an old luxury cruise liner – complete with mahogany panelling. If you look closely, you can see Wallis Simpson's personalised set of luggage in the small museum-ette on the second floor.



Didier Ludot


Gucci





Rue Cambon, home to Chanel.




And lastly, this final shot may not seem much, but I always wander past this square when I'm in Paris for some sartorial inspiration...


You see, the apartment on the top floor of the building on the right is Catherine Deneuve's. And if you're lucky, you can sometimes see her in those conservatory-style windows. (It's a rooftop glasshouse, and the windows are quite large.) If you're very, very lucky, you can sometimes see her walking through the Square St. Sulpice. 

Parisian splendour, indeed.
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