Florence, where the women are all beautiful and the men are noble, chivalrous, agreeable and wise.

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The Florentine writer, Boccaccio, captured the way the populations of Italian city-states viewed one another on a personal level. In his Decameron, Boccacio disparaged citizens of nearly all Italian cities except his own–Florence–and Bologna.

For example, he calls the Sienese credulous and the Venetians untrustworthy, Pisan women are ugly and Perugian men are sodomites, in the Marches the males are uncouth and mean-hearted, like those from Pistoia, who are also rogues.

The south contributes its share of wickedness with assassins from Sicily and thieves and grave-robbers from Naples, but no people rival the ‘rapacious and money-grubbing’ Genoese, who are depicted as pirates, misers and murderers.

Boccaccio’s happy fornicators and shameless adulterers come from all over Italy, but the only consistently good people live in Florence, where the women are all beautiful and the men are noble, chivalrous, agreeable and wise.

Medieval Italians talked of their city as if it were a kind of paradise, its life regulated by sublime statutes framed by lawyers at the new University of Bologna. They were proud of its appearance, especially as culture was then chiefly civic and communal; the great age of individual patronage, both noble and ecclesiastic, came later. Entire populations would turn out with trumpets and pipes to celebrate an artistic event, as the people of Siena did in 1311 when they escorted Duccio’s Maestà from the painter’s workshop outside the city through the gate in the walls and up to the cathedral.

Since things were constructed in their name – and not, as later, in that of the Medici in Florence or the Gonzaga in Mantua – they could take a proprietorial interest in the paving of streets, the laying out of squares, the building of stone bridges.

Nine centuries after their emergence, the city-states remain embedded in Italy’s psyche, the crucial component of its people’s identity and of their social and cultural inheritance. Modern inhabitants of these cities are still proud of their heritage and feel responsibility for its retention. That is why the town centres – though not unfortunately much of the country outside them – are so well preserved today.

Gilmour, David (2011-10-25). The Pursuit of Italy: A History of a Land, Its Regions, and Their Peoples (Kindle Locations 1262-1271) and (Kindle Locations 1250-1256). Farrar, Straus and Giroux. Kindle Edition.

…In the hierarchy of Florentine guilds of the period the most influential were those of judges, bankers, doctors, dealers in silk, traders in wool and furriers, who were much in demand in winter because pelts were cheaper than cloth. Florence’s Arte dei medici e speziali, which included doctors, surgeons, dentists and opticians, had over a thousand members: after passing their exams doctors had to promise to refrain from taverns and brothels and in return they were rewarded by the city with a horse, an attendant and exemption from paying taxes.  Surviving Florentine guildhalls, such as those of the silk makers and the wool merchants, are among the city’s loveliest buildings.

Gilmour, David (2011-10-25). The Pursuit of Italy: A History of a Land, Its Regions, and Their Peoples (Kindle Locations 1313-1319). Farrar, Straus and Giroux. Kindle Edition.

 

 

Apropos of the Pope wading into American politics this week…

Pope Francis is a great man from what I can see, and a humble, loyal servant to the god he serves, from all I read.

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Not all popes have been humble or loyal servants, that’s for sure.  It would seem that popes from the Renaissance period in particular have a bad reputation.

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The following quote, which is rich beyond measure to me, succinctly captures the general consensus vis a vis that era’s pontifical array:

“No one would have considered a Renaissance pope the servant of anyone, even God.”

Gilmour, David (2011-10-25). The Pursuit of Italy: A History of a Land, Its Regions, and Their Peoples (Kindle Location 1030).

The language of flowers

Did you know that if your great-great grandmother wanted to send a secret message to her beau, she could do so with a bunch of flowers?  For example, if she gave him red carnations…

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He presumably understood her message would be “my heart aches for you.”

 

If she  gave him yellow carnations…

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she was telling him “you have disappointed me.”

 

Now, if she instead sent him a variety of colored carnations, such as this…

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I assume he would know she was just plain schizophrenic.

Just kidding.  I wanted to see if you were paying attention.  I am glad you are!

And it wasn’t just carnations that spoke, believe me.  Savvy Victorians believed that flowers had a code all their own.

There is a language, little known,
Lovers claim it as their own.
Its symbols smile upon the land,
Wrought by nature’s wondrous hand;
And in their silent beauty speak,
Of life and joy, to those who seek
For Love Divine and sunny hours
In the language of the flowers.

The Language of Flowers, London, 1875

I plan to expand this post quite a bit, as it’s a topic I love, so please check back later if you care to read more.  In the short term, check out this link for quick info as to what various flowers meant to the Victorian mind.

http://thelanguageofflowers.com

Let’s go to Marrakech for a minute!

I recently watched the 2015 Nicole Kidman film, Queen of the Desert. The movie chronicles the life of a fascinating Brit, Gertrude Bell. It’s a beautifully produced film and features some interior shots of the world-famous hotel in Marrakech, La Maoumania.  One thing always leads to another, and thanks to the internet, we can make a quick trip to Marrakech.

I highly recommend the film, as well as Morocco.  I was lucky enough to spend a month there a few years ago and I loved it.

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http://www.mamounia.com/en/intro.htm

Will you be my Valentine?

Didn’t you love the parties held at school when we were children?  What fun they were.  Trading Valentines with your classmates.  It was an annual celebration I loved.  Plus it enlivened the winter!  I’ve always loved the “conversation” candies of the season.  It has been fun to watch their messages evolve over the decades.

So, here is my Valentine to my readers.  I hope you have a wonderful day filled with chocolate, flowers, and professions of love!

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American girl in Italy; marking an advance in women’s liberation

In 1951 a talented American photographer, Ruth Orkin, shot this iconic picture in Florence. She called it “American girl in Italy.”

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The background of the photo is the corner where the Via Roma meets the Piazza della Repubblica, the location of the Belle Epoche Cafe Gilli in Florence that I mentioned recently. In the fabulous black and white photograph, a single, young, very attractive woman passes through a typical group of Florentine men, from young to old, who often gather at such intersections.  Remember that this was shortly after WWII, and unemployment was high.

Any American woman who has traveled in Italy alone will recognize the moment captured in the photo.  You can almost hear the “ciao, bella!” that always accompanies such interactions.  Italian men simply cannot stop themselves from appreciating a lovely female.  It just goes with the territory. As they lean against the wall of the café or sit on a Lambretta motor scooter, the men just cannot not look at the girl.  Let’s be honest, it’s a part of what we all love about Italy!

On the day the picture was created, Orkin noted in her diary: “Shot Jinx in morn in color—at Arno & Piazza Signoria, then got idea for pic story. Satire on Am. girl alone in Europe.”

When Orkin said “Jinx” she was using the nickname of Ninalee Craig who was 23 years old and six foot tall.  Jinx had caught Orkin’s eye on the morning of August 21, 1951 at the Hotel Berchielli, located near the Arno River in Florence.  Not only was Jinx strikingly tall–much taller than the average Italian man of the period–but Orkin described Jinx as “luminescent.”  She certainly appears that way in these photos.

Jinx had recently graduated from Sarah Lawrence College in Yonkers, NY and had gone to Italy to study art and be “carefree.”  Something that earlier generations of American women would not have had the opportunity to do.

In 1951, Craig was a carefree college graduate who had quit her job in New York and bought a third-class ticket on a ship bound for Europe. She spent more than six months making her way through France, Spain and Italy all by herself — something no woman did in the years before World War II.  It was rare indeed for a single woman to tour Europe alone after the war.

Jinx traveled as inexpensively as she could, and when she found a hotel on the Arno where she could stay for $1 per night, she checked in.  As luck would have it, there she met another brave solo female traveler: 29 year old professional photographer Ruth Orkin, who had traveled to Italy after completing an professional assignment during two months in Israel.

Orkin, a freelance photographer, was herself a fearless young woman.  When she was just 17, Orkin journeyed alone from her home in Los Angeles to New York City; she did the whole trip on bike and by hitch-hiking.  This was not your typical female experience by any stretch of the imagination.

When they met in Florence, Jinx and Ruth, both traveling on budgets, compared notes about traveling solo.  They agreed that it was great fun to see Europe on their own, with only a few minor difficulties.

During their conversation in Florence, the two young women came up with an idea: they would wander around Florence the following morning and capture on film what it felt like for a single woman to do the normal tourist activities in fabulous Florence.

As agreed, the following day they set out about 10 a.m. and shot pictures near the Arno, on the Piazza della Signoria, at the straw market (which I wrote about here), and so on. Jinx Allen wore separates of a top and a belted gathered skirt; this was a trendy outfit, named “The New Look” when it was introduced by Christian Dior in 1947.  She accessorized her outfit with a white pendant on a chain around her neck and an orange Mexican rebozo or shawl over her shoulder.

Orkin was on the lookout for great moments to capture with her Contax camera. When she saw the reaction of the 15 men near the Cafe Gilli, she snapped the iconic picture.  She is said to have then asked Allen to retrace her steps and clicked again. Both Orkin and Jinx later said that there was no staging or prearranging.  Jinx herself would later say that “The men were not arranged or told how to look…That is how they were in August 1951.”

Several of Orkin’s photos were published for the first time in the September 1952 issue of Cosmopolitan magazine, as part of a story offering travel tips to young women traveling solo.  Again, this was something the mothers and grandmothers of Jinx and Orkin would never have been allowed to do.  It just was not done.  Even adventurous women never traveled alone.

 

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Jinx bargains for straw bags at the straw market.

 

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Jinx walks out of a shop that has the usual beaded curtains used as a screen to keep insects out.

 

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Jinx is perhaps interrupted (while putting on lipstick?) by a young Italian admirer who has been drinking a Coca Cola and reading the International Herald Tribune.

 

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Jinx photographed as if she is reading a letter from home which she has just collected from the Florence American Express office.  Back in the day, before cellphones and the internet, this is how people communicated.

 

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A very tired looking Jinx sitting with her guidebook (?) and sunglasses near a famous Florentine fountain.  I think Jinx was play-acting the tired part.  I love the detail of her obviously Italian leather sandals.  This is a beautiful version of the flat sandals one could buy and can still buy in Florence or Capri.

 

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Jinx rides a bicycle around Florence and stops with her tourist map to ask for directions from a uniformed officer.  You can see similar scenes as this in Florence today.

 

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Jinx wearing head gear for motoring around Florence with a guy.

 

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Jinx wandering through crazy traffic that was already a nuisance in Italy.

Many years later, in 2011, Jinx Allen was living in Toronto when an exhibition of Orkin’s photographs was held there.  Jinx was then known as Ninalee Craig, her real first name and her married last name, and she vividly recalled the day of the shooting. “We were literally horsing around,” she said and, at age 84, she was photographed in standing next to the iconic Orkin photo. Reminiscing about the day itself as well as the bright orange shawl she wore that day, Mrs. Craig wore the shawl she had kept all those years.

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“Men who see the picture always ask me: Was I frightened? Did I need to be protected? Was I upset?” Craig said. “They always have a manly concern for me. Women, on the other hand, look at that picture, and the ones who have become my friends will laugh and say, ‘Isn’t it wonderful? Aren’t the Italians wonderful? … They make you feel appreciated!’”

“At no time was I unhappy or harassed in Europe,” says Craig. Her expression in the photo is not one of distress, she says; rather, she was imagining herself as the noble, admired Beatrice from Dante’s Divine Comedy. To this day she keeps a “tacky” postcard she bought in Italy that year—a Henry Holiday painting depicting Beatrice walking along the Arno—that reminds her “of how happy I was.”

Mrs. Craig further related that although none of Orkin’s pictures of her made it into the Herald Tribune, the American Girl in Italy  was published as part of a feature entitled “Don’t Be Afraid To Travel Alone” in 1952 in Cosmopolitan magazine, “by which time I was back in New York. It was also blown up in Grand Central Station, used as part of a promotion by Kodak, which horrified my father. He had no idea I was walking around Italy in that way.”

 

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Of the many photos Orkin took that happy Florentine day in 1951, my favorite is this one of Jinx going crazy for the sculpture of the Rape of the Sabine Women by Giambologna. in the Loggia dei Lanzi, just off the Piazza della Signoria, seen here.

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You can read more about this lovely intersection between art and serendipity, between Orkin and Jinx,  between the new and old ways available for women, on these sites:

http://www.smithsonianmag.com/people-places/an-image-of-innocence-abroad-72281195/#QcUmmWXQ78FYRwmj.99

American Girl in Italy: The Travel Story Behind the Iconic Picture

http://www.today.com/id/44182286/ns/today-today_people/t/subject-american-girl-italy-photo-speaks-out/#.Vrjy8scdfsE

http://www.theguardian.com/artanddesign/2015/jan/30/ninalee-craig-photograph-ruth-orkin-florence-1951

Orkin/Engel Film and Photo Archive

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Ciao, bella!

 

 

 

 

How to bathe in champagne

A bathtub full of champagne bubbles is a nice way to spend some me-time.

Wouldn’t you like to try this luxury?

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Well, you can.

All you need is a bottle of  SPUMA DI SCIAMPAGNA, or champagne mousse.

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While I don’t think any actual champagne or even prosecco is used to produce this lovely, water softening product, it does produce a frothy foam when added to water pouring out of a spigot.  Maybe the pale yellow color of the bottle was chosen for its resemblance to the hue seen in a glass of champagne.

In fact, it’s a bottle of bubble bath made, where else, but in Italy of course!  This is one of my favorite Italian products that you can easily find in any market or pharmacy in Italy.  You can even find it on Amazon and other easy-to-shop sites in the U.S.

As is so often the case, I also adore the packaging on this fine, old-fashioned and very lovely classic.  The pale yellow of the bottle in combination with the deco graphics speak to a former, elegant age in old Italy.  The soap line was created and became popular in the 1930s.  One can imagine that this is the type of personal care item used by a person who frequented such elegant Florentine cafes, such as Caffè Gilli.  The famous old Gilli was, in fact, relocated to the historic Piazza della Republic in the 1920s, so the gorgeous Belle Époque-style café was in fact decorated in the very same period that SPUMA DI SCIAMPAGNA was created.  Both the product line and the beautiful old cafe speak to the glories of the Belle Époque.

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The Gilli is filled with frescoes, stained glass, antique furnishings, and chandeliers made of hand-blown Murano glass.  It is a gorgeous atmosphere in which one can drink the creamiest cappuccini in the city, but also enjoy delicious pastries and excellent wine and liqueurs.

Look! Even the color of the Gilli’s interior walls is the same as the packaging on the Spuma.

And, what’s even better for us living in the 21st century, the packaging is the same today as it was in the 30s.  Nice.  That is so often not the case.

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I always bring several bars of the soap home from any trip to Italy.  I adore the powdery, lightly floral scent of this fine product.

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The talcum powder is nice too:

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I tried this violet scented product recently for the first time, and while it was nice, I am always a purist and prefer the classic scent.

 

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Try it out, if you can.  I can almost guarantee you’ll like it.

 

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The original gold standard, the Florentine Fiorino

 

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There’s a small shop in Florence, not far from il Duomo, known as Paolo Penko Bottega Orafa.  Paolo Penko himself is a prestigious jeweler who has many famous clients, including the Pope.  He’s had this shop since 1980 and his grandfather was a merchant of fine goods out of the same building before him.

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What I love about Signor Penko’s work is his inspiration.  He has combed Florence’s famous museums and buildings looking for inspiration for his incredible pendants, brooches, etc.  He has designed, for example, his Primavera pendant after a necklace worn by one of the 3 graces in Botticelli’s painting of the same title, complete with gems and pearls.

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But the goldsmith also has a youthful, playful side: he was cited by Vogue Jewelry as the most innovative jeweler for a video art pendant, a custom made piece with a 30-60 second video loop that he creates.

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What most fascinates me, however, is Mr. Penko’s production of il Fiorino, or the Florin. The florin, of course, was the gold currency that was once Europe’s strongest trade value.  Mr. Penko makes gold florins in his shop, as they are a traditional birth gift.

The Florin has St. John the Baptist on one side and the Florentine Lily (or iris? I’ve heard it called both) on the other.

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Below is a short film showcasing Penko’s workmanship–and a little magic besides including fire–in producing the beautiful 18 karat gold coin.

The video is as artistic in itself as any opera! I hope you enjoy it!

Ciao, ciao.