L'AMOUR FOU...Documentary on Yves Saint Laurent & male lover! CAESAR Award-Winning Film!

 

L'AMOUR FOU was the winner of the FIPRESCI Prize at the prestigeous Toronto International Film Festival this past year, and consequently, has been causing quite a buzz on the Festival circuit since winning the CAESAR for Best Documentary.

The documentary, directed by Pierre Thoretton (slated for a release on May 13th in New York IFC Center and on May 20th in Los Angeles at the Laemmle Royale Theatre) L’AMOUR FOU documents Pierre Bergé’s personal coming-to-terms with the death of his lifelong partner - Yves Saint Laurent - through the objects they shared in life.

In 1958, the legendary couturier met and fell in love with industrialist (patron) Pierre Bergé, thus forging a relationship that would endure fifty years of extraordinary success, emotional turbulence and lingering devotion.

Following the death of Saint Laurent in 2008, Bergé opted to auction off all of the art objects that were collected during the course of their unique union which spanned several decades.

Both men shared a mutual passion for beauty in objects, places, people - and most of all - by virtue of their personal and professional loving relationship.

The documentary takes an over-the-shoulder peak, as Berge muses about his long-time lover (and the treasures snapped up during the course of their exotic travels around the globe) as he catalogues and prepares to auction off their fabulous collection of art deco vases, African sculptures, and remarkable paintings by famed artists such as Modigliani, Picasso, and Matisse.

Touching!

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Yves St. Laurent a leader in fashion & style!

New York...56th Annual Winter Antiques Show! Exquisite quality curios...

Over the years, I've collected quite a few antiques.

The most precious?

The pieces I ferreted out of the back rooms of dusty old antique shops, purchased for a song by the road at a country-yard sale, even a cherished piece or two  handed-down from a neighbour anxious to trim down their possessions and lighten the load.

Of course, as you can well imagine, I am a big fan of the enlightening Antiques Road Show.

This week, the promos started up for the Winter Antiques Show in New York City.

The Antique extravanganza will run January 21st - January 31st.

Although I won't be there to rummage through the fabulous collection on display in person, I'll be hopping on line to check a few of the treasures highlighted.

http://www.WinterAntiquesShow.com

This year there will be a loan exhibition at the Park Armory site to salivate over also.

LOAN EXHIBITION

Colonial to Modern: A Century of Collecting at Historic New England

Sponsored by Chubb Personal Insurance
(Proceeds from the show will benefit East Side House Settlement)

EXHIBITORS

Bernard Goldberg Fine Arts
Clinton Howell Antiques
Lost City Art
American Antiques, Inc.
Rupert Wace Ancient Art Limited
Peter Pap Oriental Rugs, Inc.c
Georgian Manor Antiques
Aronson of Amsterdam
*Check Web site for complete list

OPENING NIGHT PARTY

JANUARY 21ST

Winter Antiques Show
Park Avenue Armory
67th St. & Park Avenue
New York City (NY)

HOURS

DAILY
12 p.m. - 8 p.m.

SUNDAYS & THURSDAYS
12 p.m. - 6 p.m.

TICKETS
$20.00 Admission
(includes catalogue)

http://www.julianayrs.com

Garage sales...deception! Buyer beware in West Hollywood...

Whenever I turn up at a garage sale and encounter a raft of assorted used (and new) items strewn about a front lawn, I am inclined to quip:

"Where's the garage?"

Yeah, the joke usually falls flat!

Bright and early this morning, there was something more sinister going down on Orlando Street, though.

As I headed out for coffee and the morning daily at the crack of dawn, I spied a large moving truck - and at least two workers - unloading a myriad of household goods, antiques, and brick-a-brack on a lawn just below Waring Street.

Curious, that!

Instead of marching the goodies straight inside out of harm's way, the gentlemen started to place the items in an eye-catching strategic fashion around the dewy ground.

So, I sauntered over to investigate on the down-low.

Quite a few of the items were of fair quality and gave off the impression of having been "hand picked" for the "yard" sale.

But, the truth really rang home when I overheard a couple of the "handlers" chatting among themselves on the sidelines.

"I gave him a couple of items on commission. He sold the stuff right away, but it took a while to get my money."

"He has some good stuff at that location," the other idly responded.

Clearly, they were talking "shop".

It suddenly hit me like a ton of bricks.

None of the items were cherished keepsakes being offered up for sale, at all.

The whole shebang was shipped in under the cover of darkness that morning - from a handful of second-hand stores and antique shops around town - with the ultimate aim of rustling up a tidy profit in sales in West Hollywood.

I expect the organizers made an agreement with the owner of the house to fork over a percentage of sales in exchange for allowing 'em to facilitate that prime neighborhood location for the weekend event.

Later, when I dashed off to do chores, I even spied hand-crafted signs alerting passers-by and motorists about the "garage sale".

Clever!

The script was in a casual scrawl - and gave off the impression the sign was crafted by a desperate housewife anxious to make-ends-meet - or in the alternative a struggling student looking to unload some unwanted household effects for a fast buck at Christmas.

Gee, what a deception!

Judging from the prices I overheard quoted to the carpetbaggers who spilled out of their cars on the turn-of-a-dime, there weren't many bargains to be had, either.

When one dude scooped up about four books and queried about the price, he fell back a little in amazement when the response zinged back at him.

$30.00.

At yard sales, paperbacks and used books normally go for fifty cents or a buck each. Unless they are adorned with lush color plates inside or fall under the category of specialty books.

Even still, the price quoted appeared a tad steep under the circumstances.

I wonder if the neighbors on the street were clued in about the thriving enterprise underway on their tony residential street?

Surely, the IRS would perk up, if they knew that sale items were being sold - in an organized business venture - without receipts or taxes paid - don't 'ya think?

What will greedy scoundrels think of next?