Before and After: Our apartment!

Grab a glass of wine because it is time to take a break from the holiday rush for everyone’s favorite–a “Before” and “After” about our apartment. Now, I would say our “new” rental but we did move in at the end of July and we are quickly approaching the end of the year! So, although the photos are not the quality that I would like (the rooms look small, they are not) and the decorating is not finished (where oh where is my chandelier), here we go!
As those of you who have been reading for a while know, we were excited by the photos that we had seen in the real estate agent’s ad. It looked like exactly like what we had been hoping for and we pressured him hard so as to be the first to visit it. So imagine our surprise when we walked in and found this…
BEFORE, THE LIVING ROOM

Heehee, you weren’t expecting that now were you? Three futons, the empty bottles, a refrigerator by the fireplace and a whole lot of sadness. The white stucco walls had been repainted only as high as someone could reach. I could smell the cat. With planning and elbow grease, we changed the space to this…

AFTER, THE LIVING ROOM

(This is an early photo from this angle as the lithograph is now hung and I have made a linen underskirt for the white table behind the sofa)

In one corner, a closet had been partially covered in stucco that was peeling. We removed that but left the patina behind. Yes, some of our friends think that we are odd.
BEFORE
AFTER

A view looking towards the “kitchen”, which is in truth an alcove in the living room. What on earth to do for a couple that cooks as much as we do? Cry? Well, Remi really used his thinking cap and I’ll do a separate post soon. We did take the stucco off half of the facing wall, put in cabinets and appliances (they are not often supplied for rentals in France).
BEFORE
AFTER

One of Remi’s best ideas was to use the old shutters that were previously our headboard as a means of pulling out the space while still retaining a bit of privacy from the kitchen. Behind them we installed a simple stainless steel cart from Ikea that holds all of our pots and pans below, veggies and wine above.

I knew that I would be spending most of my time in the salon or small living room as soon as I saw this photo in the ad.

BEFORE, THE SALON
Do I really need to say anything about my feelings when we visited? Truly, I wanted to give those students a kick in the pants right then and there and save this lovely apartment.
AFTER, THE SALON

So here we are today. As for all of the photos, I just took them on regular ol’ days when I thought that the light was pretty. No special pillows or styling as you can see. If anything there is too much light! More than the little Pentax can handle. 
As with the living room, we scrapped all of the stucco on the outside wall and painted the rest of the walls “Chanvre” by Tollens. We were delighted with the quality of the paint and it was well worth the investment. When you live with a photographer, the light needs to reflect just so…

(Oops, another old photo. Yes, we have put the “Maharajahs” to right.)
Remi’s office (seen in the doorway) is, shall we say, still not available for viewing. Ah-hem. But you can see the big architectural piece where we keep his prints with our big mirror above it. And yep, here is my little desk where I write! I can’t tell you how hard it was to find the right piece of wood to make that photo railing. In the States, poof, we would have found it ready made. We have recently been given some wonderful gifts by friends that are moving, including this club chair and brass standing lamp. Remi had that deep attachment to our former club that only men can have but when the bottom fell through, reason won out.

(I wish the photo better reflected that the paint perfectly matches the aged paper on this Four Seasons series. Winter is on the bottom and I love reading with a bear peering over my shoulder. Delightfully, no longer in this chair.)

Oh my. BEFORE, THE BATHROOM
AFTER, THE BATHROOM
Well, it still isn’t exceptional enough to merit a large photo but we scraped the paint off of the glass door, removed the linoleum, painted the walls Sesame (also by Tollens), installed cabinets and these glass shelves holding more bits from our travels, including the pair of carved bone buddies, bought in Bali and originally from the island of Sumba. The great news? The owner’s of the apartment recently stopped by for a visit and were so pleased with what they had done that they are willing to renovate the bathroom!
BEFORE, THE HALL
AFTER, THE HALL
How happy was I to put up these three classical drawings? Very. Along with the pair of African heads and Remi’s crocodile skull, it all gives the entry the oomph I was hoping for. The walls are “Muscade” by Tollens and are lovely in the evening. 
Looking towards the bathroom, Remi built the shelves in a doorway that we had closed off…
And back towards the salon…
Oh, and let’s not forget the lantern that I wrote about here.
BEFORE, THE BEDROOM
Now thankfully, the students used this room as a work-space so it was less, sigh, well, you know than the others. Still. Time to make it ours so we installed an alabaster light fixture from the 1930s (yes, I know that the chain is too short, I’ll fix that eventually) and painted the walls “Teatime” (still Tollens). Now, never in my wildest dreams could I have guessed that the ivory tone would come out with a soft pink hue to it but it did. So for all of our very careful masculine/feminine balance, I got my girly bedroom. 
AFTER, THE BEDROOM

We only recently put up the ciel de lit, one of the things that held me up from doing this post. Can you believe that I found it at that Depot-Vente in Eygalieres for 40€? Score! I also decided to give up on having the money to make curtains out of the Nina Campbell fabric that I had bought truly for a song on ebay UK and just swooped it up and around the frame. In the summer, we had our silk coverlet from Angkor on the bed, now thanks to the generous gift of a headboard and a matching bench from our friends, we have gone with something simpler. 

Try as I might, I cannot get this right, photographically. But yes, that is Ben’s “bed” and that will be my makeup table once I fix the chair’s also saggy bottom.
So to wrap up, let’s go back to the apartment’s main feature that called to us, the enfillade or stretch of rooms opening one after the other. 

BEFORE, OR ACTUALLY DURING THE LONG FINGER BREAKING WORK

AFTER

Tah-dah! I hope that you enjoyed this little walk through the apartment, past and present, with me. Yes, it may have been a decided “down-sizing” but I can say with all joy, that it most certainly now feels like home! 

Farandole

Echoes from the fife and drum awoke me from my sieste. As this is not a sound that we hear everyday, not even in Provence, I grabbed my coat, wrapped my scarf tight and headed out, drawn to the sound like one of Peter Pan’s children. A crowd surrounded the corners of the Place du Forum, just a few yards from my front door.



Throngs of women, dressed in the traditional costume, L’Arlesienne, nodded their heads together in gossip, pointing discretely to companions across the way, comparing fabrics and hairstyles. Lines of children in miniature costumes filled the inner square, shifting about from foot to foot, trying their best not to tug at their perfectly draped shawls. 


With a muffled canon boom, the drum choir struck a new beat. From my view over shoulders and above heads, I could see the tiny bodies start to sway, lead hand in hand, guided by an adult, an abat-mage



Under arms upraised like bridges they would duck, then turn and turn again. Snaking into a circle, with a hop and a skip that flowed like the waves of the Mediterranean. Une Farandole Provençale. A mix of medieval dances, it is both utterly charming and graceful.


Like ‘Crack the Whip’, those at the end are pulled along at a greater speed by the force of the others. Little ballet slippers barely touched the ground, squeaks of delighted fear rose to a crescendo as the last dancer twirled away. And in the parting crowds I spied…the old maid santon with her wool batting come to life!


I have no idea why this particular farandole took place but I am sure it has to do with the fast approaching Fêtes. How lovely to see history living and breathing in these beautiful young girls. Something to make my heart sing, with the lyrics to a farandole, “Tout est joyeux dans le ciel de Provence!” All is joyful under the Provençal skies!

Strolling the brocante

Ben and I were cruising through the outdoor market, searching in vain yet again for decent mushrooms and our missing goat cheese lady when I suddenly remembered that it was in fact the first Wednesday of the month. “Ooh, let’s go to the brocante,” I proposed. Ben wagged his tail in agreement and off we went.

A brocante, or flea market has taken place along the boulevard des Lices for as long as any of the vendors can remember. And while it might look a little rikiki, you never know what you might find. Some time ago, a man bought an old book and found several drawings by Vincent Van Gogh tucked in between its pages. I kid you not. 

This being Arles, there are many stands that specialize in materials used for the traditional costume, named aptly enough, L’Arlesienne. While the woman next to me fingered a bit of heavy lace for trimming, I made the mistake of running my hand along a bit of fox stole only to have the seller snatch it away while glaring at me with a raised eyebrow. It is true, Ben and I make a suspicious pair if ever there was one.

Speaking of typically Provençal items, check out these creepy santons–I have never seen anything like them. The two sailors in the back look like that want to capture you in the net, the scary old maid next to them as if she wants to hit you with her wool batting, the gentleman is hunched in preparation to whack you with his walking stick if you make another move. Then again, perhaps they are just protecting the Mamy and Pappy relaxing on their bench so that Mamy can continue grinding away at her mortar and pestle in order to prepare a killer aoili. 

So did I score any goods? Bah oui, mes chéres, if not I wouldn’t have taken you along for this little jaunt. For it was the vague memory of dyed linen sheets that made me change my direction in the first place. I found the seller, slightly hunched in a well-worn fur coat, eyes smudgy in blue eyeliner and checked out her wares only to return with Mr. Benali in tow later in the afternoon. He wisely chose three.
(Slight parenthesis in the middle of the post: after typing the word three, out of nowhere popped into my head, “Mr. Owl, how many licks does it take to get to the center of a Tootsie Roll Tootsie pop?” “Let’s find out. A one…a two-hoo…a thrreee…*crunch*…Three.” For the original commercial see here. I guess this is what happens when I have a big espresso after lunch.)

So yes, three. And lovely choices they are. My photos don’t do them justice. There is even one with the initials “HB” which are what my initials would be if a certain person and I got married. *cough, cough* As the seller uses her own pigments, the colors are all slightly in-betweenish, such as the vieux rose that she created by mixing “fruits rouges et chocolat”–it sounds like a dessert! The mocha has a pinkish hue and the thick gray a metallic deepness to it. They are far too pretty for the linen closet and I can’t wait to make up the bed with them.

Something I couldn’t resist…the one luxury seller at the brocante (Hermés scarves for 150€), also was offering this one bag, sewn by a friend out of an old beaver fur coat and topped with velvet handles as well as a tassel and a jet bead ornament. For only 30€! I adore it, which means that I am finally giving the Sonia Rykiel leopard-print pony tote that Remi bought for my birthday a well-deserved rest. And so, while I should be out buying Christmas presents for my friends and family, I am instead focusing on…myself. Bad Holiday Karma! Bad! Will someone please help me dig into the spirit of things? This year, it has remained elusive but I really truly need to get cracking!

The beginning of the Season

Imagine my delight when I was invited to join a group of our closest friends to go to a wine tasting! Hooray! Because not only would I be spending time with people that I adore but in a setting that I had long hoped to experience: The Domaine du Grand Fontanille

I had been told that the domaine was one of the most beautiful in Provence, quite a claim in this neck of the woods and it most certainly did not disappoint. Formal gardens dotted with fountains and trellis-covered walkways descended beneath the chateau. 

If it was slightly intimidating to climb the long stone staircase, all hesitations evaporated when the front door was flung open and we were welcomed into the entry hall. Remi was quick to point out, after a deep inhale, that the air was redolent with the perfume of wine and a crackling fire. “All the things that are good in life!” I added with a laugh. 

I also caught my first whiff of sapin de Noël! Wreathes created by Valerie Bertrand, an artisan fleuriste, were for sale as part of the open house and certainly helped to set the mood. 

But after all, we were here to taste the wine! There is an interesting story behind the domaine’s current incarnation. Despite the fact that vines have been growing on the property since the 14th century, they had been sorely neglected in recent decades. “Twenty years ago this house was in ruin! It was a squat!” whispered one of our friends. It certainly is hard to believe. Fortunately, Fred Leuschner, a German businessman who had made his fortune in pharmaceuticals had a coup de foudre and decided to restore the estate to its former glory. All of the vines were replanted so as to become an entirely organic. Three years ago, Jorg Schmitt and his wife Sabine were brought onboard to further shape the wine’s style. Their efforts have been met with great success, including two of their wines being granted medals at the prestigious Concours Agricole de Paris. Remi and I were particularly taken with their 2009 Syrah, so yes, there will be a few bottles on hand to open as the holidays progress.
Afterwards, we were all invited back to our friend’s wonderful home in the Alpilles, where we gathered around a large table to feast on oysters, gigot d’agneau and the finest chocolate mousse (spiked with orange peel, insane) that I had ever tasted. But most importantly, I was just thrilled to spend a long afternoon with such a group of loving friends–and if that isn’t in the spirit of the holiday season, then I don’t know what is! 

Remi in The Provence Post!

Remi and I would like to extend our heartfelt thanks to the wonderful Julie Mautner, who has chosen to feature Remi on her blog, The Provence Post. Julie has swoon-worthy professional experience with articles that have appeared in magazines and websites such as NYTimes.com, Conde Nast Traveller UK, Travel & Leisure, Bon Appetit, Food & Wine, Gourmet and Epicurious.com. So yes, we can all agree that she has excellent taste! Her blog, along with her twitter and Facebook posts, keeps hundreds of expats and Francophiles up to date on all of the most important events and points of interest in Provence and on the Côte d’Azur. Need to know where to go for Thanksgiving? Ask Julie. What not to put in your garden? Ask Julie. Who sells the best green-tea flavored chocolate? You get the idea. To top it off, Julie is also now organizing trips to (and within) Provence for groups and indviduals! What an opportunity to soak up her expertise for all it’s worth…


Photo©Remi Benali


And Julie even has a scoop! She breaks the news that I don’t believe that most of you know…Remi is shooting an assignment for the National Geographic Society!  It has been the dream of his entire career and after over twenty years of working around the world for many of the top magazines, it is finally happening. To find out more about what he will doing and to see more of his gorgeous photography, hop on over to Julie’s post here.

And if that wasn’t exciting enough, Julie also mentions a project that Remi has been developing for some time. He has created a new technique for shooting homes, hotels and other real estate. Yours truly does the styling for the shoots and the result is both unique and highly appealing, something completely unlike what you will see elsewhere. If you would like further information or pricing, don’t hesitate to drop me a line. 

Those of you who read my blog regularly know that I am so proud of my wonderful man. His talent never ceases to inspire me. I can’t tell you how thrilled I am that Julie sees it too and has shared it with her readers. Merci, Julie!

 Photo©Remi Benali
 Photo©Remi Benali

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