Helen Frankenthaler was an artist from the Color Field movement, a variant of the Abstract Expressionists. Her color stained canvases with soft washes of color inspired by her love of the land evoked a sense of liquid tranquility. In a largely male dominated era of art, Ms. Frankenthaler found her voice and the subtle nuance of her language remained a force throughout her long and distinguished career. Her death this past week does not diminish her significant influence on contemporary art.
"I thank Thee first because I was never robbed before; second, because although they took my purse they did not take my life; third, because although they took my all, it was not much; and fourth because it was I who was robbed, and not I who robbed." Matthew Henry
Laws control the lesser man. Right conduct controls the greater one. Chinese Proverb
"The right to do something does not mean that doing it is right." William Safire
"You can easily judge the character of a man by how he treats those who can do nothing for him." James D. Miles
"You do not wake up one morning a bad person. It happens by a thousand tiny surrenders of self-respect to self-interest." Robert Brault
"Goodness is the only investment that never fails." Henry David Thoreau
"I have found some of the best reasons I ever had for remaining at the bottom simply by looking at the men at the top." Frank Moore Colby
"Fortune does not change men; it unmasks them." Suzanne Necker
"Nearly all men can stand adversity, but if you want to test a man's character, give him power." Abraham Lincoln
"You can stand tall without standing on someone. You can be a victor without having victims." Harriet Woods
One of my favorite places in the world is the lovely little village of Uzes in France. I love, love, love the beautiful, buttery stone walls, colorful markets, open air cafes and the huge main square in the center of town. It is truly a visual and gastronomic delight. It was declared by UNESCO as one of the most beautiful villages of France and I heartily agree.
Bardot's birthday was a perfect segue to today's post. St.Tropez is the French Riviera's glitzy, glamorous getaway for the rich and the personal playground of the celebrated. Its notoriety is largely due to Bardot's presence in the 1950s, and though rarely seen, she is still in residence. Although, in reality, St. Tropez is anything but a "getaway." The last time I was there (which was eons ago), it was overcrowded and overpriced. The highway leading into the town stretched for miles on end with back-to-back traffic which ultimately became its own spirited gala. Additionally, the little streets and boutiques were stuffed to capacity with tourists. (Funny, how we consider everyone else a tourist, but ourselves as travelers.) I won't even begin to discuss the exorbitant cost of a meal or cocktail. Nevertheless, I imagine it to be quite a charming place in low season without the droves of sun seekers and party animals. One place that may make it well worth the visit is the Pastis Hotel St. Tropez. This contemporary boutique hotel is filled with 20th century art, paintings and photographs and relaxed, airy decor. You probably won't spot Bardot, but if you're lucky, you just may get to experience St. Tropez as the sleepy fishing village it was before it became the ostentatious haven for jetsetters it is today.