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Château of Versailles and the beginning’s of something

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Walking through the hundreds of rooms at Château of Versailles, I couldn’t help but notice, the old, stuffy smell and the sound of squeaky, footsteps upon the ancient floors. So, I made a sound video and took close up shots of the wallpapers and other surfaces.

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I mainly had a fascination with the “over the top” décor, decorative surfaces and patterns.

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Below the surfaces of this show of power and extravagance, was a history of passion, debauchery, sex, treachery, brutality, corruption, torture and death. I imagined the exotic and beautiful people, the power of the Kings, the abuse of women, Marie Antoinette and the peasants who starved in villages.

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I also was taken back to my childhood, when, I enjoyed being in my own little world creating, away from the real world. My mum used to make gorgeous clothes with beautiful fabrics and trimmings and I was given the leftover’s. I taught myself to make collage’s, wall hangings, to decorate my room from a very young age.

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When I was older, I decorated my bedroom with scarves, scraps of fabric and tacked up old bedspreads, made from cotton and woven fringes. The bedspreads became a wallpaper backdrop for my bed that I made into a couch.

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I made heaps of cushions and would sit for hours reading, Go Set and TV Week, magazines. The pop star posters were stuck onto the other 3 walls and ceiling.

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I have a pile of vintage French fabrics and  papers and have been playing around with a few ideas and may look into having an arts residency, nearby in the future.

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“Let them eat cake”

Let them eat cake” is the traditional translation of the French phrase “Qu’ils mangent de la brioche“, supposedly spoken by “a great princess” upon learning that the peasants had no bread. Since brioche was enriched, as opposed to normal bread, the quote supposedly would reflect the princess’s obliviousness to the condition of the people.While they are commonly attributed to Queen Marie Antoinette,[1] there is no record of these words ever having been uttered by her.

Let me eat cake” when I’m in Paris this is what I do … What else can I do? when on every street corner I am bombarded with French artistry at its best. Exquisite displays of mouth watering decadence in  Pâtisserie windows beckon moi. The traditional French Frasier’s is my favorite cake with it’s layer upon layer of delicate sponge ,strawberries and cream.

How to make Frasier…Sorry it’s in French, but the visuals are worth watching especially at the unveiling at the end.

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Missing Paris and my Daughter Amy.

Today I’m missing Paris, my second home.

I felt the first cool breeze of the coming winter in Melbourne today and it reminded me of my Winter in Paris last year.

I miss… the sharp icy wind hitting me in the face as I walk around the corner on my way to the market or Metro.

I miss… warm afternoons in the apartment listening to French tv with amazing foods, especially real baguettes and Frazier-res from the Patisserie across the road

I miss…being under the Eiffel, small cars and the little carnival nearby

I miss… the art , the artists, Surrealists, Dada….

I miss… collecting street litter with David ,street art, photographing underground spaces, junk collecting and Mont Martre

I miss… big woolly coats, scarves and boots when slipping in the snow and Champs Elysees.

I miss… creating in my little studio in the corner of the lounge/bedroom I call the “Cubicle” in Paris and the view out my window.

I miss…. visiting family and friends and living with passionate French people and locals and the colours, the smells of my neighborhood .

I miss Paris but, I will be back again and again because… most of all ,I miss my beautiful daughter Amy who lives there.