do we have to fight, should we have to fight, NO

Zaha Hadid, my hero has died………….  her hunger for life, extinguished.  I recently listened to her interview on Desert Island Discs and came away with a heaviness in my heart about her struggle being a woman in the male dominated architectural world was obvious, her hunger in pursuit of a creative life leaves behind an amazing legacy, she definitely thought outside of the box and used the natural world around her to inform  the incredible buildings that now appear around the world.  A true visionary.

Reading all the architectural greats expressing their sadness of Zaha’s death, one stood out from Richard Rogers, especially the word “fought”

“She was a great architect, a wonderful woman and wonderful person,” Lord Rogers said. “Among architects emerging in the last few decades, no one had any more impact than she did. She fought her way through as a woman. She was the first woman to win the Pritzker prize.

This quote brings up so many emotions about equality of the sexes, about how its not enough to be as good as the male counterpart but as a woman one has to be 100% greater to be considered equal………….  One has to “fight” just as mr rogers expressed.  Did the fighting takes its toll on her?  Yes, I believe it did it someway, She was a strong and powerful and visionary woman, its so obvious, was fighting to achieve this necessary?  uncomfortable feeling keep arising, letting them in ……………

two birds with one stone

A visit to a supplier in oxfordshire turned out to be a very interesting day indeed, after discussing the nips and tucks of bounteous quantities of upholstery details, we then settled on a bite of lunch somewhere before the long drive home.  Driving along the sign ‘Kelmscott Manor” came into view and went sailing past it before thinking “hold up ! wait a minute, lets go visit……….

Turned out to be a very thought provoking and inspiring afternoon.  We have on our books a Tudor Gothic victorian property and an arts and crafts inspired building, both needing IDC’s creative touch.  Kelmscott was William Morris summer home from around 1871 until his death in 1896.  A charming place with orignal textiles, furniture and a charming garden.  A huge mulberry tree laden with fruit took centre stage, the very same tree that William and Jane plucked the juicy fruit.  There is even a paint box, full of squeezed and dusty paint tubes that belonged to Rossetti.

 

 

 

A day of contrasts

sunday a day to relax and put my feet up…………..  Well that is most Sundays, but yesterday it was full, very full ! and very diverse experiences.

BRASSERIE ZEDEL–  a lavishly decorated 1930;s space, a former grand ballroom, marble adorns the walls and columns , gold leaf acanthus leaves. In fact the whole lower level area contained the American Bar, a dark , warm and inviting space, and the Crazy Coqs, a cabaret venue.    First though  it was two Mr Hyde Cocktails, served up in old style champagne glasses, it was rich with creme de Cacao and light with whisked egg white, quite something actually……..  looking around, the bar certainly looked good with its 30’s style lighting, mirrored shelves and the pretty boy bartender doing a mean dance with his cocktail shaker.   Then moving on walked across the hallway and into the lavishly decorated French Brasserie, a bit brightly lit for my liking, but its a grand space alright, full to the brim with chattering heads.  Looking at the menu I can see why, it’s so cheap !  Anyhow sitting there with my spanish friend extolling the virtues of the spanish language and not allowing me to get a word in  edgeways, my thoughts drifted off to earlier in the day……….. a place so totally different in every way.

when the train reached London, I took cab to the  WALLACE COLLECTION in Manchester Square,  where I met my wonderful family of friends and spent 4 hours sharing our experiences of life, especially as we near the Solstice and the amazing planetary alignments that are taking shape.  The food was a little disappointing, no actually a LOT disappointing and not how I remembered it at all the last time I visited.  However the space is wonderful, a glass roofed courtyard in the centre of the museum, flooded with light, its airy and spacious. and quite a contrast from the lavishly decorated furniture galleries that surround it.   Although full it was quiet, relaxed and good place to be with friends.  I recommend it, but perhaps afternoon tea maybe more appropriate and then a stroll around the galleries.  This museum is home to many a famous painting, the wonderfully whimsical Fragonard – The Swing. and even The Laughing Cavalier ! !!

although a lovely day connecting with friends, it was oh so good to get home …………………

 

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Fragonard -  the swing

 

 

 

7 days of freedom

Holiday, something I have been waiting for since christmas !!  At last 7 days to exactly what I want, no meeting to attend, no deadlines to meet,  just time for to whatever I please.  Harlaxton Manor beckoned,  there it was standing very majestically at the top of a long climbing drive, quite magnificent, but oh so  disappointing inside.  Have never seen an interior so over the top, overblown, Mr Gregory Gregory certainly did not know the word subtle ! a mixture of elizabethan and baroque architecture that seems far larger than human scale.

Not my most favourite place, I have to say