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The Voyage

Posted by Suz King on November 12, 2012 at 10:05 AM Comments comments (1)

Let the voyage begin with sails ahoy,

Let the rath unveil its deadly toy,

Let ruin and castle temper my faith,

Let the waters combine a torment of hate,

But no matter where you take your soul afar,

Life is what you make of it no matter where you are.

In days gone by there is no changing this,

Let the future golden path create a soul mist,

And when the leaves are blowing and the road is long,

Let the trees shelter your storm and help you to keep strong

A message from the hearts of the Princess of Wands

Posted by Suz King on November 12, 2012 at 10:00 AM Comments comments (1)

A message from the Hear of the Princessof Wands


My love, what are you doing,

Where do your thoughts lie,

Where does your heart flow,

How can my love get you by.


How can I sowe the seeds that you need,

Hiw can this grow when the chain does not heed,

Let my golden blanket protect you,

Let this warm glow in,

Bring me flowers in the morning,

Let our love begin 

Emeli Sande - Beautiful Songwriter

Posted by Suz King on April 30, 2012 at 11:30 PM Comments comments (0)

Love this artist, her lyrics are simple but so true to life. Her voice makes her stand out from the crowd.... her own style....

Something we should always aim for

In the words of my mother........  Aim high and you'll reach the sky eventually....... 

 

 

I guess it's funnier from where you're standing

'Cause from over here I've missed the joke

Cleared the way for my crash landing

I've done it again, another number for your notes

I'd be smiling if I wasn't so desperate

I'd be patient if I had the time

I could stop and answer all of your questions

As soon as I find out how I could move from the back of the line

 

So I'll be your clown

Behind the glass

Go 'head and laugh 'cause it's funny

I would too if I saw me

I'll be your clown

On your favorite channel

My life's a circus-circus rounding circles

I'm selling out tonight

 

I'd be less angry if it was my decision

And the money was just rolling in

If I had more than my ambition

I'll have time to please

I'll have time to thank you as soon as I win

So I'll be your clown

Behind the glass

Go 'head and laugh 'cause it's funny

I would too if I saw me

I'll be your clown

On your favorite channel

My life's a circus-circus rounding circles

I'm selling out tonight

 

Bridge:

 

From a distance my choice is simple

From a distance I can entertain

So you can see me I put makeup on my face

But there's no way you can feel it

From so far away

 

Chorus:

 

So I'll be your clown

Behind the glass

Go 'head and laugh 'cause it's funny

I would too if I saw me

I'll be your clown

On your favorite channel

My life's a circus-circus rounding circles

I'm selling out tonight

 

 



Shakespeare Love Poems

Posted by Suz King on November 10, 2009 at 9:52 AM Comments comments (0)


William Shakespeare


O Mistress Mine

O Mistress mine, where are you roaming?

O, stay and hear; your true love's coming,

That can sing both high and low:

Trip no further, pretty sweeting;

Journeys end in lovers meeting,

Every wise man's son doth know.

What is love? 'Tis not hereafter;

Present mirth hath present laughter;

What's to come is still unsure:

In delay there lies not plenty;

Then, come kiss me, sweet and twenty,

Youth's a stuff will not endure.

Take, O Take

TAKE, O take those lips away

That so sweetly were forsworn,

And those eyes, the break of day,

Lights that do mislead the morn:

But my kisses bring again,

Bring again—

Seals of love, but seal’d in vain,

Seal’d in vain!



Love Sonnet 1

From fairest creatures we desire increase,

That thereby beauty's rose might never die,

But as the riper should by time decease,

His tender heir might bear his memory:

But thou contracted to thine own bright eyes,

Feed'st thy light's flame with self-substantial fuel,

Making a famine where abundance lies,

Thy self thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel:

Thou that art now the world's fresh ornament,

And only herald to the gaudy spring,

Within thine own bud buriest thy content,

And, tender churl, mak'st waste in niggarding:

Pity the world, or else this glutton be,

To eat the world's due, by the grave and thee.



Love Sonnet 2

When forty winters shall besiege thy brow

And dig deep trenches in thy beauty’s field,

Thy youth’s proud livery, so gaz’d on now,

Will be a tatter’d weed, of small worth held:

Then being ask’d, where all thy beauty lies,

Where all the treasure of thy lusty days,

To say, within thine own deep-sunken eyes,

Were an all-eating shame and thriftless praise.

How much more praise deserv’d thy beauty’s use,

If thou couldst answer ‘This fair child of mine

Shall sum my count, and make my old excuse,’

Proving his beauty by succession thine!

This were to be new made when thou art old,

And see thy blood warm when thou feel’st it cold.



Love Sonnet 18

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?

Thou art more lovely and more temperate:

Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,

And summer's lease hath all too short a date:

Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,

And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;

And every fair from fair sometime declines,

By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd;

But thy eternal summer shall not fade

Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;

Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,

When in eternal lines to time thou growest:

So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,

So long lives this and this gives life to thee.



Love Sonnet 29

When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes,

I all alone beweep my outcast state

And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries

And look upon myself and curse my fate,

Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,

Featur'd like him, like him with friends possess'd,

Desiring this man's art and that man's scope,

With what I most enjoy contented least;

Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,

Haply I think on thee, and then my state,

Like to the lark at break of day arising

From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate;

For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings

That then I scorn to change my state with kings.



Love Sonnet 40

Take all my loves, my love, yea, take them all;

What hast thou then more than thou hadst before?

No love, my love, that thou mayst true love call;

All mine was thine before thou hadst this more.

Then if for my love thou my love receivest,

I cannot blame thee for my love thou usest;

But yet be blamed, if thou thyself deceivest

By wilful taste of what thyself refusest.

I do forgive thy robbery, gentle thief,

Although thou steal thee all my poverty;

And yet, love knows, it is a greater grief

To bear love's wrong than hate's known injury.

Lascivious grace, in whom all ill well shows,

Kill me with spites; yet we must not be foes.



Love Sonnet 44

If the dull substance of my flesh were thought,

Injurious distance should not stop my way.

For then, despite of space, I would be brought

From limits far remote where thou dost stay.

No matter then although my foot did stand

Upon the farthest earth removed from thee.

For nimble thought can jump both sea and land

As soon as think the place where he would be.

But, ah, thought kills me, that I am not thought,

To leap large length of miles when thou art gone,

But that, so much of earth and water wrought,

I must attend times leisure with my moan,

Receiving naught by elements so slow

But heavy tears, badges of either's woe.



Love Sonnet 55

Not marble, nor the gilded monuments

Of princes, shall outlive this powerful rhyme;

But you shall shine more bright in these contents

Than unswept stone, besmear'd with sluttish time.

When wasteful war shall statues overturn,

And broils root out the work of masonry,

Nor Mars his sword nor war's quick fire shall burn

The living record of your memory.

'Gainst death and all oblivious enmity

Shall you pace forth; your praise shall still find room,

Even in the eyes of all posterity

That wear this world out to the ending doom.

So, till the judgment that yourself arise,

You live in this, and dwell in lovers' eyes.



Love Sonnet 63

Against my love shall be as I am now,

With Time's injurious hand crush'd and o'erworn;

When hours have drain'd his blood and fill'd his brow

With lines and wrinkles; when his youthful morn

Hath travelled on to age's steepy night;

And all those beauties whereof now he's king

Are vanishing, or vanished out of sight,

Stealing away the treasure of his spring;

For such a time do I now fortify

Against confounding age's cruel knife,

That he shall never cut from memory

My sweet love's beauty, though my lover's life:

His beauty shall in these black lines be seen,

And they shall live, and he in them still green.



Love Sonnet 105

Let not my love be called idolatry,

Nor my beloved as an idol show,

Since all alike my songs and praises be

To one, of one, still such, and ever so.

Kind is my love to-day, to-morrow kind,

Still constant in a wondrous excellence;

Therefore my verse to constancy confined,

One thing expressing, leaves out difference.

Fair, kind, and true, is all my argument,

Fair, kind, and true, varying to other words;

And in this change is my invention spent,

Three themes in one, which wondrous scope affords.

Fair, kind, and true, have often lived alone,

Which three till now, never kept seat in one.



Love Sonnet 109

O, never say that I was false of heart,

Though absence seemed my flame to qualify.

As easy might I from my self depart

As from my soul which in thy breast doth lie.

That is my home of love; if I have ranged,

Like him that travels I return again,

Just to the time, not with the time exchanged,

So that myself bring water for my stain.

Never believe though in my nature reigned

All frailties that besiege all kinds of blood,

That it could so preposterously be stained

To leave for nothing all thy sum of good;

For nothing this wide universe I call

Save thou, my rose, in it thou art my all



Love Sonnet 116

Let me not to the marriage of true minds

Admit impediments; love is not love

Which alters when it alteration finds,

Or bends with the remover to remove:

O, no, it is an ever-fixèd mark,

That looks on tempests and is never shaken;

It is the star to every wand'ring bark,

Whose worth's unknown, although his heighth be taken.

Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks

Within his bending sickle's compass come;

Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,

But bears it out even to the edge of doom.

If this be error and upon me proved,

I never writ, nor no man ever loved.



Love Sonnet 130

My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;

Coral is far more red than her lips' red;

If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;

If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.

I have seen roses damasked, red and white,

But no such roses see I in her cheeks;

And in some perfumes is there more delight

Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.

I love to hear her speak, yet well I know

That music hath a far more pleasing sound;

I grant I never saw a goddess go;

My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground.

And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare

As any she belied with false compare.



Love Sonnet 138

When my love swears that she is made of truth,

I do believe her though I know she lies,

That she might think me some untutored youth,

Unlearned in the world's false subtleties.

Thus vainly thinking that she thinks me young,

Although she knows my days are past the best,

Simply I credit her false-speaking tongue:

On both sides thus is simple truth suppressed:

But wherefore says she not she is unjust?

And wherefore say not I that I am old?

O! love's best habit is in seeming trust,

And age in love, loves not to have years told:

Therefore I lie with her, and she with...



Love Sonnet 147

My love is as a fever, longing still

For that which longer nurseth the disease,

Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill,

Th' uncertain sickly appetite to please.

My reason, the physician to my love,

Angry that his prescriptions are not kept,

Hath left me, and I desperate now approve

Desire is death, which physic did except.

Past cure I am, now reason is past care,

And frantic-mad with evermore unrest;

My thoughts and my discourse as mad men's are,

At random from the truth vainly expressed.

For I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright,

Who art as black as hell, as dark as night.



Love Sonnet 148

O ME! what eyes hath love put in my head,

Which have no correspondence with true sight:

Or if they have, where is my judgment fled

That censures falsely what they see aright?

If that be fair whereon my false eyes dote,

What means the world to say it is not so?

If it be not, then love doth well denote

Love’s eye is not so true as all men’s: No,

How can it? O how can love’s eye be true,

That is so vex’d with watching and with tears?

No marvel then though I mistake my view:

The sun itself sees not till heaven clears.

O cunning Love! with tears thou keep’st me blind,

Lest eyes well-seeing thy foul faults should find!



Love Sonnet 153

Cupid laid by his brand, and fell asleep:

A maid of Dian's this advantage found,

And his love-kindling fire did quickly steep

In a cold valley-fountain of that ground;

Which borrow'd from this holy fire of Love

A dateless lively heat, still to endure,

And grew a seething bath, which yet men prove

Against strange maladies a sovereign cure.

But at my mistress' eye Love's brand new-fired,

The boy for trial needs would touch my breast;

I, sick withal, the help of bath desired,

And thither hied, a sad distemper'd guest,

But found no cure: the bath for my help lies

Where Cupid got new fire--my mistress' eyes.



Love Sonnet 154

The little Love-god lying once asleep

Laid by his side his heart-inflaming brand,

Whilst many nymphs that vow'd chaste life to keep

Came tripping by; but in her maiden hand

The fairest votary took up that fire

Which many legions of true hearts had warm'd;

And so the general of hot desire

Was sleeping by a virgin hand disarm'd.

This brand she quenched in a cool well by,

Which from Love's fire took heat perpetual,

Growing a bath and healthful remedy

For men diseased; but I, my mistress' thrall,

Came there for cure, and this by that I prove,

Love's fire heats water, water cools not love. 






Love Letters

Posted by Suz King on November 7, 2009 at 3:07 PM Comments comments (0)


Background


Voltaire (1694-1778), French author andphilosopher, wrote this passionate letter to his sweetheart while inprison. At the age of nineteen Voltaire was sent as an attache to theFrench Ambassador to the Netherlands. It was there that he fell in lovewith Olympe Dunover, the poor daughter of a lower-class women. Theirrelationship was not approved of by either the ambassador of Olympe'smother and Voltaire was soon imprisoned to keep them apart.

Shortly after, Voltaire managed to escape by climbing out of the window.


The Hague 1713


I am a prisoner here in the name of the King; they can take my life,but not the love that I feel for you. Yes, my adorable mistress,to-night I shall see you, and if I had to put my head on the block todo it.

For heaven's sake, do not speak to me in such disastrous terms as youwrite; you must live and be cautious; beware of madame your mother asof your worst enemy. What do I say? Beware of everybody; trust no one;keep yourself in readiness, as soon as the moon is visible; I shallleave the hotel incognito, take a carriage or a chaise, we shall drivelike the wind to Sheveningen; I shall take paper and ink with me; weshall write our letters.

If you love me, reassureyourself; and call all your strength and presence of mind to your aid;do not let your mother notice anything, try to have your pictures, andbe assured that the menace of the greatest tortures will not prevent meto serve you. No, nothing has the power to part me from you; our loveis based upon virtue, and will last as long as our lives. Adieu, thereis nothing that I will not brave for your sake; you deserve much morethan that. Adieu, my dear heart!


Arout

(Voltaire)


Love Letters

Posted by Suz King on November 7, 2009 at 3:03 PM Comments comments (0)


Background


John Keats (1795 - 1821) led a short but brilliant life. At the age of 23 he met and fell in love with Fanny Brawne, literally the girl next door. Tragically, doctors had already diagnosed the tuberculosis which would eventually kill him, so their marriage became an impossibility. This letter, written from Rome less than one year before his death, displays Keats' intense and unwavering love for her.


March 1820


Sweetest Fanny,


You fear, sometimes, I do not love you so much as you wish? My dear Girl I love you ever and ever and without reserve. The more I have known you the more have I lov'd. In every way - even my jealousies have been agonies of Love, in the hottest fit I ever had I would have died for you. I have vex'd you too much. But for Love! Can I help it? You are always new. The last of your kisses was ever the sweetest; the last smile the brightest; the last movement the gracefullest. When you pass'd my window home yesterday, I was fill'd with as much admiration as if I had then seen you for the first time. You uttered a half complaint once that I only lov'd your Beauty. Have I nothing else then to love in you but that? Do not I see a heart naturally furnish'd with wings imprison itself with me? No ill prospect has been able to turn your thoughts a moment from me. This perhaps should be as much a subject of sorrow as joy - but I will not talk of that. Even if you did not love me I could not help an entire devotion to you: how much more deeply then must I feel for you knowing you love me. My Mind has been the most discontented and restless one that ever was put into a body too small for it. I never felt my Mind repose upon anything with complete and undistracted enjoyment - upon no person but you. When you are in the room my thoughts never fly out of window: you always concentrate my whole senses. The anxiety shown about our Love in your last note is an immense pleasure to me; however you must not suffer such speculations to molest you any more: not will I any more believe you can have the least pique against me. Brown is gone out -- but here is Mrs Wylie -- when she is gone I shall be awake for you. -- Remembrances to your Mother.

Your affectionate, J. Keats

 

 


Lover Letters

Posted by Suz King on November 7, 2009 at 2:58 PM Comments comments (0)




Background

Lord Byron (1788 - 1824) was one of England's most notorious womanizers. A world-famous poet by the age of 24, he had a brief but extremely passionate affair with Lady Caroline Lamb. Pressured by Caroline's mother (who herself may have harbored affections for Byron), he used the opportunity to put an end to the relationship. In this letter, he explains his reasoning.


August 1812


My dearest Caroline,


If tears, which you saw & know I am not apt to shed, if the agitation in which I parted from you, agitation which you must have perceived through the whole of this most nervous nervous affair, did not commence till the moment of leaving you approached, if all that I have said & done, & am still but too ready to say & do, have not sufficiently proved what my real feelings are & must be ever towards you, my love, I have no other proof to offer.

God knows I wish you happy, & when I quit you, or rather when you from a sense of duty to your husband & mother quit me, you shall acknowledge the truth of what I again promise & vow, that no other in word or deed shall ever hold the place in my affection which is & shall be most sacred to you, till I am nothing.

I never knew till that moment, the madness of -- my dearest & most beloved friend -- I cannot express myself -- this is no time for words -- but I shall have a pride, a melancholy pleasure, in suffering what you yourself can hardly conceive -- for you don not know me. -- I am now about to go out with a heavy heart, because -- my appearing this Evening will stop any absurd story which the events of today might give rise to -- do you think now that I am cold & stern, & artful -- will even others think so, will your mother even -- that mother to whom we must indeed sacrifice much, more much more on my part, than she shall ever know or can imagine.

"Promises not to love you" ah Caroline it is past promising -- but shall attribute all concessions to the proper motive -- & never cease to feel all that you have already witnessed -- & more than can ever be known but to my own heart -- perhaps to yours -- May God protect forgive & bless you -- ever & even more than ever.

yr. most attached


BYRON


P.S. -- These taunts which have driven you to this -- my dearest Caroline -- were it not for your mother & the kindness of all your connections, is there anything on earth or heaven would have made me so happy as to have made you mine long ago? & not less now than then, but more than ever at this time -- you know I would with pleasure give up all here & all beyond the grave for you -- & in refraining from this -- must my motives be misunderstood --? I care not who knows this -- what use is made of it -- it is you & to you only that they owe yourself, I was and am yours, freely & most entirely, to obey, to honour, love --& fly with you when, where, & how you yourself might & may determine.

 




Ciaran Sweeney - Hot Toddy in Fashion!! - Prepare for Inebriation!!!

Posted by Suz King on November 7, 2009 at 1:21 PM Comments comments (0)

Sweeney the New Hot Todd



 

 

Ciarán Sweeney was born in Ireland in 1971; he educated atThe National College of Art and Design, Dublin where he majored in printedtextiles.

 

Within a year of graduation in 1994, the former waiter, staged his first oneman show 'The Drowning of Ophelia 'in a Dublin gallery. The show received ravereviews, a packed audience and his tale began to unfold.


 

At the age of 26 British Vogue described Sweeney as a leading light of Irishfashion, he works in a highly labour intensive almost ancient manner. AllCiaran's pieces start with a drawing he then dyes, prints, paints andembellishes his garments and accessories with his drawings.

 

Sweeney works from his studio in The Liberties area of Dublin city , he workson a 7 metre table on some of the most precious fabrics and fibres from aroundthe world. He is most known for his use of 19th century silk screen textileprint methods.

 

Over the last 12 years Sweeney has gone on to show his work in The UnitedKingdom, Spain, Italy, France, The USA, The United Arab Emirates and 2006marked Sweeney's first show in Moscow, Russia.


 

In February of 2006, Sweeney exhibited in Madrid, representing Ireland in aunique show of international designers entitled 'Men in skirts' which ran inRetiro Park, Madrid and included John Galliano, Jean Paul Gaultier and VivienneWestwood.

 

In the same month www.ciaransweeney.com was awarded a medal at The AmericanDesign Awards, California, and USA.

 

The list of owners of Ciarán Sweeney creations includes The President ofIreland, Madonna, Elton John, Kylie Minogue, The Corrs, Moya Brennan, Altan,Dinah Carrol, Brenda Belthyn. His corporate clients include Guinness, Smirnoff,PGA, Irish Distillers, Nokia, The Ulster Museum, and Vodafone.


 

He has designed ranges in fashion and home for international outlets includingHarrods, Liberty and Brown Thomas. Ciaran Sweeney also acts as Producer of theNational College of Art and Design Graduate Show annually since 2000.

To go over your resume as an Irish Designer, which event stands out themost in your mind?

“I guess The Designers Guild Awards in Los Angeles a whileback. I was the Costume designer to Consolatta Boyle. “


What was special about that?

“Being the costume designer for me was fantastic in the sensethat it let me run wild in my inhibitions and creations. I could really designclothes that didn’t have to make sense. Being nominated the Guild awards on topof that really bought home to me how much my designs relied on my creativeinstincts. Being able to enjoy your job is truly something I’m very gratefulfor.”


You seem much grounded for someone who is such a high profileddesigner?

“A lot of my friends are in jobs and unhappy in the waythings are but they can’t be changed due to financial needs. I’m very groundedand aware of what’s real in life. I’m not too caught up in the whirl wind ofcelebrity and fame. I’m more for appreciation of fine art.”

Going back a few years, “The Drowning of Ophelia” in Dublin gallery wasyour first independent one-man show. Was it than you felt you were ontosomething good following the rave reviews? Or did you have insecurities aboutgoing as an independent designer?

I was so glad to see the show received rave reviews. It wassuch a relief; your own first show is such a nerve wrecker. I remember seeingthe packed audience and thinking – oh god, I hope this’ll be ok!”


At the age of 26 British Vogue described you as a leading light ofIrish fashion – that was such a young age to be recognisedfor such a high status. What do you think makes you stand out from the rest ofthe crowd?


“I’m not sure what’s different but I do strive to be asindividualistic as I can and true to my style. I guess you could say I work ina highly labour intensive way. I’ve heard some colleagues call it almost an“ancient manner”. My pieces start with a drawing I then dye, print, paint andembellish my garments and accessories with my drawings. Its alot of work, but Ithink the more labour and the more details that are put into a piece the moreappreciation it should have.

To go from a drawing on a piece of paper to a physical creation muchgive you huge satisfaction than.

“It really does (his head tilted in thought).The end productsometimes can alter from the original drawing but it general it’s great to seea complete creation and than that to be part of a whole collection ofcreations.”

Have you ever completed a full creation that you were unhappy with?

“I have yes. But with that I would just strip it down againand alter the shape, the details such as the beadings, sowings, dye, nettingetc. It can be frustrating but that’s what designing is – it’s all about tryingnew things and seeing what works and what doesn’t.”

You taught at the college of Art, Craft and Design, Colaiste Eanna ,inRathfarnham Dublin between 1993-1999. Would you ever condiser at somestageopening a type of college yourself or training school.”Sweeney College of Artand Design”?

“Ah, I like the sound of it. (He laughs) It would definitelyperhaps be a retirement option for me I think. I’ll have to write it down(waves his diary in the air).At the moment I’m happy just designing. I do takein trainees for placements and mentoring etc. But right now my path is creatingmy visions.”

In February of 2006, you exhibited in Madrid, representing Ireland in aunique show of international designers entitled 'Men in skirts'. To representIreland must have been a privilege for you?

“Ya, it took place in Retiro Park, Madrid. I think when yourrepresenting your country it makes the collection that bit more important.There’s that bit extra pressure, but I like that. Pressure can make you moredetermined.”

Did you feel under pressure because there were so many other designerspresent being compared to you?

“It was a huge event for me as I surrounded by world knowndesigners such as John Galliano, Jean Paul Gaultier ,and  VivienneWestwood. These designers would have been the ones that would’ve inspired me togo on and create fashion. But I know my designs are individualistic and thatwhen you see them you know they are mine.”

Back stage at an event like that which designers would you socialiseafter with?

“I talk to everyone but I like to speak with those who havesimilar tastes in fashion to mine. I always love to speak with VivienneWestwood. She is a fantastic advocate for fashion and really stipulates howindividuality is what makes you stand out which is what I aspire to, ya know? She’san amazing person to speak to too, really friendly and down to earth.”

And Finally Ciaran what are your hopes for the future?

“To keep on creating to be honest. (Smiles)I’m really happywith how things are going in terms of creations and as a business – which inreality is important too. I’m currently working on a new collection which willbe unveiled early in the New Year”.

 

Check out the success ofLightwear at Trinity College Dublin which Ciarán recently produced

www.sciencegallery.com

 


New Bridge Museum

Posted by Suz King on November 7, 2009 at 1:15 PM Comments comments (0)




New BridgeMuseum

 

Interview with Phil Donnelly by Suz King

 

 

Locatedonsite at the Newbridge Silverware Visitor Center, the Museum of Style Icons isa permanent exhibition dedicated to design and style excellence. The Museumshowcases artifacts associated with some of the most legendary icons of film andmusic including Audrey Hepburn, Marilyn Monroe, Grace Kelly, Bette Davis, theBeatles, Gloria Swanson, and many more.

                                                   In association with Juliens Auctions, the Newbridge Silverware Museum ofStyle is the exclusive Irish Showcase for many of the most notable auctions inthe Entertainment Industry. Previous Auction Highlights include U2, Bob Hopeand collections from the Estate of Marilyn Monroe. With expertise specializingin entertainment memorabilia, Julien's Auctions has quickly establishedthemselves as the premier auction house to the stars, producing high profilecelebrity estates and entertainment auctions. Julien's Auctions presentsexciting, professionally managed and extremely successful auctions with fullcolor high quality auction catalogues unlike any other auction company.Previous auctions include the collections of Cher, Madonna, U2, BarbaraStreisand, Muhammad Ali, Debbie Reynolds, and the estates of Marilyn Monroe,Bob Hope, Mary Pickford and many more.

 

Tell me aboutNewbridge museum – how did it all start?

Since its official opening to the public on June 1st, the NewbridgeSilverware Museum of Style Icons has welcomed thousands of visitors countrywideto its spectacular showcase. Located onsite at the Newbridge Silverware VisitorCentre, the Museum of Style Icons is a permanent exhibition dedicated to designand style excellence. The Museum features signature pieces from Irelandsmost notable designers and showcases artefacts associated with some of the mostlegendary Stars of the Silverscreen including Audrey Hepburn, Marilyn Monroe,Grace Kelly Bette Davis, the Beatles, Gloria Swanson, Barbara Streisand, JulieAndrews, Vivien Leigh, Elizabeth Taylor, Gloria Swanson, Jean Simmons, SarahJessica Parker,  Barbara Stanwyck and many more.

 

 

The current icon present isAudrey Hepburn. What the most precious popular item you have from her career?

 

Yes. Itwould have to be Audrey Hepburn’s items from “Breakfast At Tiffany's” in theyear 1961.A hot pink cocktail dress worn byAudrey Hepburn as Holly Golightly. The knee-length sleeveless dress of hot pinksilk, decorated all over with fan-shaped appliqués accented with smallrhinestones, with matching pink bow to the waist was made for her character inthis film.

 

Anotherfeatured icon was the screen siren Marilyn Monroe. What items did the museumdisplay from the legendary actress?

“Yesindeed. There was a preview of 150 items from the Californian home of theglamorous movie star went on show here before being auctioned in the United States. We had clothes from the screenlegend's personal and professional wardrobe, furniture from her hacienda-stylehome, memorabilia from her one-time personal secretary and stylist Peter Leonardi, and a pictorial montage depicting thefinal six weeks of her life. The collection was on view to the public from Aprilthe 31st until June 1 -- what would be Monroe's 83rd birthday. Manyof the items from Monroe's Brentwood home, where she died in August 1962,are also quite poignant for me. The last photograph that Marilyn did in herhome was photographed by Allan Grant on July 7 for an article in 'Life' magazine.It went on the newsstands on August 3, and the next day Marilyn died. It's oneof the last shots taken of her. We also had the very last garment which she ispurported to have worn, a white terry cloth robe which was found discarded nextto her body. So in a way the exhibition displayed all area of Marilyn’s lifefrom beginning to end.”

 

The items were to go on sale bycelebrity auction house Julien's Auctions at the Planet Hollywood Resort and Casino in Las Vegas in June. What values had been given to Monroe’s items from your museum?

Thestar's pink Pucci dress was valued at $25,000 (€18,318); a fur stole she woreat numerous public engagements was worth around $15,000 (€11,000). So quiteexpensive price tags one could say but the story behind the items were whatgave them their price tag I think not just the fact that they were Marilyn Monroe’sitems. It was also the fact that they were items from film sets, made by famousdesigners, worn for famous photographers or famous events. Another itemincluded an orange Pucci blouse seen in photographs taken by George Barris are among the highlights on show. Fanscan also saw an Andre de Dienes photograph of the actress in 1949 atTobey Beach and the umbrella used in the shoot, valued at $18,000 (€13,200).

Which star is your favourite and why?

For me itwould be again Marilyn Monroe. The letters we had on displayed made Monroe justseem much more like a person we would all like to know than just a film star. Atwo page letter (c.1954) from Gladys Baker to Marilyn Monroe (then NormaDougherty), composed in pencil on tissue pager while institutionalised at theRockhaven Sanitarium in Verdugo, California.  In the letter, Marilyn'smother Gladys requests to be among people of her religion - Christian Science. 

In partreading (sic); "It is quite some time since I wrote you but I'venot changed in that it is doing no one any good for me to be in here nor is itcausing me to grow in Christian Science. As I told you before all Dr.'s areSycratrists and they heal just the opposite way they do in Christian Science. Iam always bumping up against their manipulation of my mind which I know is notChristian Science.... would you please remove me to a Christian ScienceInstitution...." (This was together with original transmittal envelopedated February 2 1954).

If you could choose an icon to be present here in themuseum, who would it be and why?

Wellbeing a prominent fan of music I would love to see more items from musicianssuch as Elvis or The Beatles. Although we do have Four D.A Millings suits, eachwith a D.A Millings tag noting which Beatle wore each suit.  There made ofgray wool and black velvet collar, with blue lining. The Beatles had donatedthe items directly after having used them for the pre-promotion of 'A HardDay`s Night'. We have been looking into retrieving items from Elvis’ time inLas Vegas such as suits he would have worn, jewellery on stage or in photosetc.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


 


Mairi Campbell and Dave Francis - Auld Lang Syne Lyrics

Posted by Suz King on November 7, 2009 at 1:09 PM Comments comments (1)



Should auld acquaintance be forgot,

And never brought to mind?

Should auld acquaintance be forgot,

And days of auld lang syne?

And days of auld lang syne, my dear,

And days of auld lang syne.

Should auld acquaintance be forgot,

And days of auld lang syne?

We twa hae run aboot the braes

And pu'd the gowans fine.

We've wandered mony a weary foot,

Sin' auld lang syne.

Sin' auld lang syne, my dear,

Sin' auld lang syne,

We've wandered mony a weary foot,

Sin' auld ang syne.

We twa hae sported i' the burn,

From morning sun till dine,

But seas between us braid hae roared

Sin' auld lang syne.

Sin' auld lang syne, my dear,

Sin' auld lang syne.

But seas between us braid hae roared

Sin' auld lang syne.

And ther's a hand, my trusty friend,

And gie's a hand o' thine;

We'll tak' a cup o' kindness yet,

For auld lang syne.

For auld lang syne, my dear,

For auld lang syne,

We'll tak' a cup o' kindness yet,

For auld lang syne.







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