http://www.theguardian.com/world/2014/feb/15/paris-1900-belle-epoque-exhibition-petit-palais
Tuesday, February 24, 2015
Bell Epoque
http://www.theguardian.com/artanddesign/gallery/2014/feb/15/paris-1900-art-exhibition-petit-palais-gallery
http://www.theguardian.com/world/2014/feb/15/paris-1900-belle-epoque-exhibition-petit-palais
http://www.theguardian.com/world/2014/feb/15/paris-1900-belle-epoque-exhibition-petit-palais
General Backstory
Gaston Albert Phillipe Lachaille
Born: March 30th, 1875
Location: Paris, France
Born to Parents: Phillipe and Louise Lachaille
Father's brother: Honore Lachaille
-Born late into mother and father's lives. No siblings, truly an only child.
-Sent away to the new acclaimed boarding school "Le Rosey" in Switzerland at the age of 12-18
-Came home on vacations, but spent most of the time either with Mamita and Gigi (seven years younger), various tutors/nannies, friends, or Honore (parents not in my life)
-At Le Rosey, extremely well educated in languages, arts, literature, sciences, and sports. Sports include horseback riding, swimming, sailing, and rowing. I developed my athletic coordination at Le Rosey
-Consistently felt lonely/neglected when it came to peers and schoolmates seeing their families, specifically love from mothers and fathers
-No one has ever said the words "I love you," nor have I felt what actual affectionate love means
-Le Rosey spends incredible amounts of time educating this emotion through means of respect, mutual admiration, literature, ect.
-What does love mean? Gifts, Jewels, Contracts are my only knowledge of love
-Mamita is the closest thing to love I have ever felt - in the motherly affectionate way
-Truly Mamita raised me, specifically between ages 7-12 after Gigi was born
-Mamita taught me the beginnings of reading, writing, spelling, grammar
-She would always have tea, pastries, sugar, homemade dinners waiting for me
-First time I had sex - 17, at Le Rosey
-Astounded by sex, different woman, taking advantage of women throwing themselves at me
-17-23 is a huge sexual awakening for me, but I have to be careful due to the tabloids, papers, talk
Born: March 30th, 1875
Location: Paris, France
Born to Parents: Phillipe and Louise Lachaille
Father's brother: Honore Lachaille
-Born late into mother and father's lives. No siblings, truly an only child.
-Sent away to the new acclaimed boarding school "Le Rosey" in Switzerland at the age of 12-18
-Came home on vacations, but spent most of the time either with Mamita and Gigi (seven years younger), various tutors/nannies, friends, or Honore (parents not in my life)
-At Le Rosey, extremely well educated in languages, arts, literature, sciences, and sports. Sports include horseback riding, swimming, sailing, and rowing. I developed my athletic coordination at Le Rosey
-Consistently felt lonely/neglected when it came to peers and schoolmates seeing their families, specifically love from mothers and fathers
-No one has ever said the words "I love you," nor have I felt what actual affectionate love means
-Le Rosey spends incredible amounts of time educating this emotion through means of respect, mutual admiration, literature, ect.
-What does love mean? Gifts, Jewels, Contracts are my only knowledge of love
-Mamita is the closest thing to love I have ever felt - in the motherly affectionate way
-Truly Mamita raised me, specifically between ages 7-12 after Gigi was born
-Mamita taught me the beginnings of reading, writing, spelling, grammar
-She would always have tea, pastries, sugar, homemade dinners waiting for me
-First time I had sex - 17, at Le Rosey
-Astounded by sex, different woman, taking advantage of women throwing themselves at me
-17-23 is a huge sexual awakening for me, but I have to be careful due to the tabloids, papers, talk
Tuesday, February 17, 2015
From Paul Hoffman's "Wings of Madness: Alberto Santos-Dumont and the Invention of Flying":
"That night he celebrated in Maxim's, the famous restaurant at No. 3, rue Royale that is still in business today. He was one of Maxime Gaillard's first customers, when the dark-wooded bistro opened in the early 1890s. The restaurant initially catered to carriage drivers who passed the time while their bosses dined elsewhere, but soon they too discovered its fine, hearty cuisine - French onion soup, oysters on the half shell, poached lobster, sole in brandy sauce, roast chicken, scallops of veal, grilled pigs' feet and tails - and displaced the coachmen. As a night spot for the well-to-do, Maxim's was ideally located in the center of the city, on the same block as the Automobile Club, the aristocratic Hotel Crillon, and the elite Jockey Club. Maxim's attracted what working class Parisians derisively called des fils a papa, rich young men who spent their fathers' money on women and wine. When it came to wine, Santos-Dumont fit right in. Maxim's did not serve lunch in those days. The restaurant opened at 5:00 PM for the evening apertif, dinner was served from 8:00 until 10:00, and supper from midnight until dawn.
Santos-Dumont always came for supper and sat at the same table in the corner of the candlelit main room. With his back to the wall, he could watch everything that transpired, and the goings-on in the wee hours of the night were legendary. A beautiful blonde who became a silent movie star used to shed all her clothes, climb onto one of the tables, and sing torch songs. A Russian named Aristoff arrived every morning precisely at four and consumed the identical meal: grilled kipper, scrambled eggs, minute steak, and a bottle of champagne. For his bachelor party, a French count ordered the waiters to dress up as undertakers and arrange tables to look like funeral biers. Maxim's was the spark for many romantic assignations. In the 1890s strangers rarely approached each other directly but flirted with their eyes across the dining room. Many couples got together because of the intervention of the notorious "Madam Pi-Pi," who sat outside the bathrooms and cleaned the toilets after each use. A woman who was interested in a man would excuse herself to the toilet and slip Madame Pi-Pi her address or phone number along with a tip. When she returned, the man could go the bathroom and pay Madam Pi-Pi for the information.
"That night he celebrated in Maxim's, the famous restaurant at No. 3, rue Royale that is still in business today. He was one of Maxime Gaillard's first customers, when the dark-wooded bistro opened in the early 1890s. The restaurant initially catered to carriage drivers who passed the time while their bosses dined elsewhere, but soon they too discovered its fine, hearty cuisine - French onion soup, oysters on the half shell, poached lobster, sole in brandy sauce, roast chicken, scallops of veal, grilled pigs' feet and tails - and displaced the coachmen. As a night spot for the well-to-do, Maxim's was ideally located in the center of the city, on the same block as the Automobile Club, the aristocratic Hotel Crillon, and the elite Jockey Club. Maxim's attracted what working class Parisians derisively called des fils a papa, rich young men who spent their fathers' money on women and wine. When it came to wine, Santos-Dumont fit right in. Maxim's did not serve lunch in those days. The restaurant opened at 5:00 PM for the evening apertif, dinner was served from 8:00 until 10:00, and supper from midnight until dawn.
Santos-Dumont always came for supper and sat at the same table in the corner of the candlelit main room. With his back to the wall, he could watch everything that transpired, and the goings-on in the wee hours of the night were legendary. A beautiful blonde who became a silent movie star used to shed all her clothes, climb onto one of the tables, and sing torch songs. A Russian named Aristoff arrived every morning precisely at four and consumed the identical meal: grilled kipper, scrambled eggs, minute steak, and a bottle of champagne. For his bachelor party, a French count ordered the waiters to dress up as undertakers and arrange tables to look like funeral biers. Maxim's was the spark for many romantic assignations. In the 1890s strangers rarely approached each other directly but flirted with their eyes across the dining room. Many couples got together because of the intervention of the notorious "Madam Pi-Pi," who sat outside the bathrooms and cleaned the toilets after each use. A woman who was interested in a man would excuse herself to the toilet and slip Madame Pi-Pi her address or phone number along with a tip. When she returned, the man could go the bathroom and pay Madam Pi-Pi for the information.
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