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Paris / Beijing: Starck

mai 7, 2008 · Un commentaire

Here two different restaurants from Philippe Starcks universe. The first one is Parisian and accessorizes tradition with refinement in a very beautiful space: the Cristal Room Baccarat. And the other one is recent and Beijiner: the Lan, a baroque delirium of three thousand meters by square, where the best is mixed with the worst of the designer. By the worst, I mean, something already seen: Starck’s best sellers of his previous designs and constructions. I’ve still enjoyed his space’s dramatization. Always dramatic.

Voici deux restaurants, à la fois différents et issus d’un même univers, celui de Philippe Starck. L’un est parisien et accessoirise la tradition tout en raffinement dans un espace assez confiné qui tire énormément de son cachet par la très grande hauteur de plafond de la salle principale : le Cristal Room Baccarat. L’autre est pékinois et récent: le Lan, pur délirium baroque sur trois mille mètres carrés, où se mélange le meilleur et le pire du designer. Le pire étant cette impression de déjà vu: associations des best sellers de ses précedentes réalisations. Il n’en reste pas moins que j’aime sa dramatisation de l’espace. Toujours théâtrale, chavirant.

CRISTAL ROOM BACCARAT

Girls diners in the small room with the famous black chandelier. After the fun surprise of the giant chair in the big hall, near the huge stairs leading to the restaurant, you’ll notice those heavy imposing chandeliers. A vertigo of chandeliers and beautiful restroom.

Dîner entre filles dans la petite salle au lustre noir. Passé l’entrée et la surprise amusée de la chaise surdimensionnée près du superbe escalier qui mène à l’étage du restaurant, il y a ces lustre lourds imposants. Un vertige de lustres qui perlent de mille reflets et toilettes improbables.

LAN

Discovered when I interviewed Caroline Deleus, the fashion designer and owner of Mushi. Mongolian fanciful yurts, as private spaces, finest nomadic luxury. Restroom, big mirrors cubes, atmospheric red.

Découvert lors de mon interview de Caroline Deleus, la créatrice de la marque Mushi. Fantasques yourtes mongoles, comme des espaces privés, suprême luxe nomade. Les toilettes de vastes cubes de miroirs, rouge atmosphérique rappelant celles du Cristal Room Baccarat.

 

Catégories : "Paris is burning" · Beijing notebook
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Beijing streets 2

mai 5, 2008 · 2 commentaires

                        

Catégories : "On the road again" · Beijing notebook · Fashion/Mode
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Beijing streets

mai 1, 2008 · 5 commentaires

                                  

 

 

Catégories : "On the road again" · Beijing notebook · Fashion/Mode
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Hu Tong Ballad(e), Beijing

avril 25, 2008 · 3 commentaires

Folk ballad in the human intimate Beijing : the Hu Tong. Those narrow streets, where you can still find those traditional houses with a closed square courtyard, Siheyuan. The first Hu Tong appeared after the Beijing’s destruction by Genghis Khan. Forbidding almost sad Grey stone maze. But so alive…Strolling where the mood takes me, lanterns a walk smells, following my Beijiner friend, the same folk song in mind. The night. Some frames of « Beijing Bicycle », alternating with lab tops of the local youth in bars. A scooter… Just a walk from the Shichahai lakes. Engraving. 

Ballade folk dans le Beijing humain, intimiste : les Hu Tong. Ces étroites ruelles où l’on peut encore trouvé ces maisons traditionnelles à cour carrée fermée, Siheyuan. Les premiers Hu Tong apparaissent après la destruction de Beijing par Genghis Khan. Dédale de pierre grise, austère presque triste. Mais tellement vivant… Suivre au gré  des envies, des lanternes un chemin des odeurs, suivre mon amie beijiner, les mêmes accords folk en tête. La nuit. Des images de « Beijing Bicycle », alternées altérées par les PC portables de la jeunesse locale qui anime une myriade de petits bars. Un scooter… Juste une balade depuis les lacs Shichahai. Estampes.

                                                

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Hyppolite Romain, a gentleman artist and a traveller clown from Paris

avril 22, 2008 · 2 commentaires

Closing my mailbox, I meet the peculiar man across the landing that agrees for my interview. « Peculiar » cause before being neighbours, I saw him at fashion shows, or in street and I found him intriguing with his ancient long dress of Mandarin : « very useful and bought at the Beijing Thieves Market. And the shawl is a coat, like an ancient toga, the Masai shepherds or the Tibetan monks ». I knew his draws for the Bon Marché advertising : Hyppolite Romain is a precious multi talented artist and the director of Le Jardin d’Acclimatation in Paris. And he also works in fashion for twenty years.

  

Late in the seventies, Hyppolite Romain works as journalist, then quickly draws for Pilote, Libération (very famous newspaper), Sandwich (Libération supplement). For Palace Magazine, he draws every nights, the incredible nights of the Palace (mythic nightclub of the eighties in Paris) for five years. And Anna Piaggi, the icon journalist of Vogue Italy and Vanity Italy commissions him thirty pages every quarter:

- I followed all shows around the world. It was “The Devil wears Prada”. I drew four hundred eighty draws in five days during the Collections.  

   

- Garment, first is a superficiality. I’m not interested buying fashion. I am an artist and live and I wear as an artist. I am a real provocation. It ties up with freedom. I’ve always wanted to keep this freedom. I’ve always been my own sponsor. And I became a clown, I directed, wrote books, cooked. And I’m a complete autodidact.

 

And a painter:

- I paint as a Chinese calligrapher. I paint like I breath: you paint what you’ve got inside you. I’m human.

 

Madame Figaro sent Hyppolite Romain in Beijing, thirteen years ago : « It’s a meeting ». He owns an ancient traditional house in those small streets called Hu Tong. The Intimate Beijing I really enjoy. Both forbidding and very alive.

– I dream, I buy furniture, I cook. I live like an old Chinese, like a Mandarin. Without any nostalgia. And I wrote a historical book : « Sur les Traces d’un Jésuite en Chine » ( Following a Jesuit in China).

  

I admire the Chinese superb huge bed of the 12th century. The flat looks like a very refined boudoir.

  

He thinks after the O.J., in Beijing there will be « an economic tsunami » :

- Who will determine the next after-communism dynasty?

This interview was made before the recent events in Tibet.

  

- We live a culture shock, we’ve discovered we were nothing, the U.S., a giant with argyle feet. The twenty first century doesn’t have ideology: we are in a big lottery, there is no rule. We became weak consumers. France is a small cautious and extremely corporatist country: the Sarkozy bling bling, a troubled short man in a too big suit.

 

- It’s not possible not being engaged. I am one of the rare painters that paints his time exactly like Lautrec, Bruegel. I describe my time.

 

Hyppolite Romain, the erudite autodidact, found of the 18th century and the 17th century (he recently discovered), is also a « real artisan ». And he compares his relationship with food to love :

- For thirty five years I’ve cooked. I make porcelain for famous Limoge porcelain fabrics (Raynaud). For example: the “Marchioness and Mandarin” set, we use at the tea house of Le Jardin d’Acclimatation. Sometimes it takes fives centuries to some cultures to make a bowl. First it has to be functional and ergonomic: a manufactured product is not a work of art. Everything is definitely not a work of art! No!

 

The painter created a circus: first “a draw of an ideal circus on a tablecloth”. Then friends (including Karl Lagerfield) lent him locals in Paris and some of them became artists in his circus, like the Financial Manager of Le Nouvel Observateur (formal news magazine) in a position as a “Trainer of Goldfish in Ferociousness” (Dresseur de Poissons Rouges en Férocité). A surrealist title that makes travel. His circus presented sixty unique shows :

- This dream lasted sixteen years.

Today he extends this dream in his small theatre : “Summertime at Richelieu, I make a show : Chinese Tales under the Moon”.

 

Here the Paris of this real Parisian kid (we call it “Titi parisien”) born in 1947 rue des Martyrs “behind Medrano Circus” that could come from a Poulbot draw:

- Montmarte without la Place du Tertre, where it looks like the paintings of  Maurice Trullot. Le Petit Musée de Montmartre, Le Lapin Agile. Les Quais de la Seine, Palais Royal, l’Ile Saint Louis, la Place des Victoires, le Musée d’Orsay. Cities talk, Paris murmurs, today the intermingling is not here anymore, times change. The Parisian slang like in Michel Audiard’s movies dialogues, the Parisian accent, a heritage. The Parisian woman: a silhouette, a type.

 

When I ask me to describe himself with few objects, he takes from his bag a red clown nose, a Tibetan rosary and a metal “in vermeil”:

- Because it’s a sign of civilization. I try to be a honest man like the world citizen of the 18th century. I left the coat of mail to achieve to the embroidered waistcoat.

 

Thanks Monsieur Romain

www.hippolyte-romain.com

 

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