Some of you might have already heard the Diana Vreeland quote that “Elegance is refusal.” And in my mind, I am capable of stripping things down to their essence but in reality? Well, not really. I came to realize this while reading the “Moody Interiors” post on the blog From the Right Bank. I loved every single one of those complicated rooms. All of that tactile velvet, worn parquet and massive chandeliers. Proportions out of whack and a little messy. I wrote in response that I am so earnestly trying to force myself towards a cleaner aesthetic but that is not who I am. I am a complex person living with an equally complex man. We have picked up things from all over and love the stories they tell. So I tend to add not subtract most of the time.
However yesterday, we were forced into doing a little simplifying. As I have mentioned, it is stipulated in our rental contract that we can not put any holes into the structure of the apartment, something that we have gotten around with our artwork by gallery hanging from the ceiling. This too, is technically a no-no and as the estate agent was arriving to do her first visit, we carefully removed everything. She has an eagle-eye. All went well but we were given the gift of rediscovering the beauty of the space. More open, more peaceful. Remi has promised me that we will try to not put anything up on the walls for a bit in our new place. Something I find it hard to believe as it is usually the very first thing that we do.
Spaces are not always what we think they are, nor people, nor objects. Oh, the candelabras that I brought home looked so scruffy the next day. Black with soot and forgotteness. I don’t know what their history is to have arrived in such a state but I am slowly erasing the traces of the past. An act that is as beneficial to their appearance as it is to my peace of mind.
Remi felt the same last week when he launched into taking care of our little garden after an especially stressful day. It too had been abandoned and we moved in was completely overrun by les petites bêtes--insects, slugs, potato bugs that had grown fat from free reign (the previous renter only used the garden as a storage space). We had to bomb everything so strongly that nothing bloomed. Not being horticulturists, we couldn’t even figure out what some of the plants were. But in clawing away the parasites, everything could come back in fine form this year. The chest-high green thing that Remi nearly pulled is actually one of the biggest hortensia, or hydrangeas that I have seen. We still don’t know what the tree is next to it and naturally are open for answers.
This morning, as I was beginning my yoga practice, I had a surprise visitor. With a calamitous rumble and a showering of ashes, a pigeon fell down the chimney, scraping wings as he went and landed with a plop next to me, just behind the fire grate. I kept my breath as calm and spoke low to him while shooshing Ben into the bedroom then reaching for a towel in the bath. By the time I returned, the pigeon had gathered up enough strength to pop onto the log pile. He then strolled into the kitchen as if looking for a mug of coffee and with a whiff was out through the open door.
Taking off, taking away to find something different, something new.
Oh Debra, you made me laugh! Of course he just fell over from yoga–that explains everything! And I KNOW we wouldn't be able to resist for long in our new place. Things will be up before you know it. 😉
And thank you so much for the joli compliment cnj. It has been awhile since I have done a post on Arles itself–your respsonse reminded me that it is about time that I did so!
Ohwwww…I get so much pleasure from your blog. I am transported to Arles, cobbled in perfection, with the privilege of living within the beautiful history around you. Can't wait to hear more of your move and living with no wall hanging ability. You will create a livable and lovable home just as your predecessors have done. Hmmmm…thank you!
I love your apartment even without the pictures hanging about but I can't imagine living somewhere I can't hang a single picture. I've tried not to fill up spaces as we slowly go through our home redecorating but you know what, something always creeps in it has too because I love looking at my stuff not a bare wall. Love your pigeon perhaps he was simply trying a yoga pose and fell backwards.
Mr. Terry, ours being a verrry superstitious family, you have undoubtedly scared the heck out of my Sister. And me. I'll try and remember that adaged are just that. Especially as this actually happened to us once before in our old home and we are both still around to tell the tale. That said, I truly can empathize with you over your hunting skills with the butterfly net. This experience made me grateful that, although a girlie-girl, I am not so much so as to have given into shrieking and flapping about. No, I stayed calm and so did the pidgeon (sadly not a dove, Rob, or I would have been willing to think that it was good luck–you see? We ARE superstitious).
Trace, great idea. I change the drapes, pillows and throws par season, why not other things too? I find it so odd that we tend to get such fixed ideas about certain pieces–"Well, of course this only works above the dining table". If we bought it, it is because we really liked it and the object probably wouldn't be "insulted" if we didn't have it on display all the time.
Villas in Provence (or VIP, as you know pronounced 'veep' here)–thank you so much for the lovely compliment–glad to have you here!
And Robin, thank you for the photo of the baby deer. Something that needs nothing taken away from it as it is perfect in itself.
Something David said might be your answer or at the very least, a version of it has been mine. After I gathered up all the endless numbers of objects, I whittled them down to what I wanted to look at for a while. The rest, Flynn convinced me to store rather than completely jettison, for now, at any rate.
We got a couple of horrid, and large plastic storage boxes we're now keeping in a closet, but I'm sure with your hunting skills you could find something lovely in which to put objects for a while and redress the apartment from time to time. We do it for Christmas, why not for May, or November? xo t
Dear Heather,
First of all, "Robin" is terribly, irresponsibly, and irredeemably wrong about "good luck" resulting from a bird's coming down your chimney.
Ask any old black lady around here what it "means" when a bird comes down your chimney. The answer will be "That mean somebody gone to DIE in the house soon!"
True fact. Just ask any old black lady.
That said?….
The back of this old house has a row of huge sunroom windows and a door to the garden that I generally leave open so the dogs can run in and out according to their whims. At least once per week, I have one or two birds flying frantically around the house after one of the resident red shouldered hawks (these are LARGE) has swooped down to kill and eat one of the many mourning doves that gather around the feeders.
when the hawks do this (which is generally once per day), all the many birds go crazy, scattering wildly and flying into windows. When the back porch light is on at night, you see ghostly, holograph-like images of various birds (mostly the stupid doves) who've flown face-first into the glass. curiously enough, none has ever died from the impact…..but plenty have come into the house.
And I haven't even had the flu since I was 24, much less died. I have spent a lot of my days trying to corner some damn, predictably bird-brained bird in this house, while the terriers go beserk. I generally end up corralling the dogs in the window-less pantry for an hour, letting the bird settle down, and then employing the butterfly net I finally bought expressly for this VERY regular occurence.
On another note? Ican't imagine living somewhere where I wasn't allowed to hang pictures. the last time I counted, there were over 400 pictures, small and large, hung in this relatively small house.
Prior to buying and restoring this joint, I lived just down the street for seven years with my friend, the novelist Laura Argiri….in her grandmother's house, which she'd inherited (and loved; she lives there still). Laura was devotedly supportive regarding my own "career", and the two main rooms in that old house basically became my "gallery" for clients, etcetera.
I constantly changed/re-arranged/re-hung pictures (as in, every week, for seven years?) and hammered new holes in the walls. I never thought about the damage. It wasn't until I moved out, taking down all the pictures, that I had to turn to her and apologize for turning her grandmother's parlor walls into, essentially, swiss cheese.
To her continued credit, Laura's mild answer was "Well, this is why God sent us the gift of dry-wall sheeting".
Advisedly yours as ever,
David Terry
http://www.davidterryart.com
Absolutely beautiful snaps. Thank you for sharing them! Your apartment looks very chíc indeed.
I like how you are taking away things and finding beauty as a result! Stuff is good, garden bugs are good, but stripping away makes the soul lighter. And as for the dove, it's good luck, don't you think? Remind me to tell you about the baby deer I saw in Drew's yard that was teeny tiny – it was magical!
Oh this made my smile and I needed it this morning, so thank you. Yes, I had a feeling that this would be your response–at least you have learned to fully embrace your true nature. 🙂
And you have already been promised the mirror if I ever tire of it-on the condition that you both arrive to pick it up in person–ah, hah! We will find a way to meet yet!
Hello Heather:
Well, we are absolutely the wrong people to discuss 'elegant refusal' with. For us, more is more and even more is better still. Not that this necessarily is a perfect template for interior design.
However, we feel that you have so many wonderful things, all of which no doubt have magical stories to tell. Not only do such things add the most beautiful decorative elements, they add a richness to life itself which is inspiring.
Perhaps you can be rigidly disciplined, minimalism will be the order of the day, your free spirits will be reined in………..and we shall be most certainly at the door with a van to collect!!!