Patricia, Jeanie, Kirra, Deb, and Magan all voted Yes to that chair last week. So I went back to take another look at it, but (as oft happens in the Home Goods World) it was gone. I am really not too upset about missing the chance to enthrone myself on a chaise a la Montgolfiere because if you look closely, the hot air balloon depicted in the splat was a tiny bit deflated compared to the original at the Musee Carnavalet:
But Home Goods never disappoints. I came home with this:
It’s “Wall Art”, a taxonomy that in itself I found thought provoking. When did we start modifying the word “art” with the surface from which it is to be regarded?
I jest. For Home Goods shoppers, “Wall Art” makes a ton of sense. This bit of Wall Art was captioned 86 rue de Rennes.
I was captivated by this hi-res reproduction of a photographed gussied up to look like a painting because I know the Rue de Rennes in Paris:
The Rue de Rennes is in the heart of the Latin Quarter’s 6th arrondissement.
I had to know: Is there such a place as 86 rue de Rennes???? A quick check of Google Earth confirmed it:
THAT’S THE DOOR!! I don’t know how “they” (whoever produced this piece of Wall Art, who I cannot locate on the inter webs with the info that I got from the Home Goods packaging), as I was saying I don’t know how “they” got away with plastering this image of a private home on a commercial product to be sold in the U.S., if not the world. The French are highly , not to say neurotically touchy about their privacy and I bet there are laws against this (which makes owning it seem even more exciting). I will have to ask my French friends about this.
In my house there is not a wall that is currently available to host this view of 86 rue de Rennes, so its fate it as yet TBA.
And speaking of finding a familiar face in the strangest of places. . .
. . . there I was, last week, sitting at my computer, watching Super Mensch, The Legend of Shep Gordon on Netflix (because I recently heard him interviewed on NPR):
Shep Gordon is a music industry legend, beginning when he rocked up to a Los Angeles motel in 1965 and got punched in the eye by Janis Joplin. Jimi Hendrix told Shep that since he’s Jewish, he should be a manager — a suggestion that put Gordon on his fabulously successful career path. As a manager his clients have included Alice Cooper, Blondie, Teddy Pendergrass, Luther Vandross, Ann Murray, and Emeril Bagasse to name a few. Along the way, Gordon became friends with just about every celebrity you can name. Mike Myers was so bowled over by this man’s life and stories that he put this project together to make his directorial debut. Supermensch, a love letter of a documentary, that proves Myers’ opinion that Shep Gordon “is one of the most loved, if not the most loved person in show business I’ve ever met”.
So I’m watching this documentary, wondering how one person could have so many lucky breaks in life and be lucky enough to make utmost use of those lucky breaks (in my experience, luck is nothing unless it’s matched with gumption and a willingness to forgo the self-sabotage), when a black and white photograph flashes on the screen:
Shep Gordon is the guy in the terrible jacket, on the set of an Alice Cooper music video in New York City in 1974.
And, standing next to him in the glasses wearing a the Keystone Cops uniform and fake mustache, that’s me:
Boy, was I surprised. I did not know that there was photographic evidence, no matter how fuzzy-focused, of one of the worst hair cuts I’ve ever had. It was supposed to be a very cool, with-it, rock and roll shag. . .
. . . but what I got was a bowl-cut country and western “do”:
And the short bangs killed me. Good lord, I hated that hair cut. And now, just because I was in an Alice Cooper music video because my aunt was married to the directo, the whole world gets to see my terrible ’70s face for all of the 1 seconds that the image flickers onto the eyeballs of a totally indifferent viewing audience.
I know that we all have our own reasons to be glad our 20s are over. You now know mine.
Have a great and lucky weekend, Wonder Ones.