Recently I posted about Yayoi Kusama. Here the lady her good self almost invisible in her dotted sofa.
Found on The Red List‘s FB Page
Category: chairchez la femme
the lady seated in a chair or draped on a sofa
Netherlands – Speech from The Throne
yes, I live in The Hague, seat of Dutch Government, and not until some twitter contact suggested I should pay some attention to the Throne from which our Queen Beatrix traditionally addresses both houses of Parliament, the House of Representatives (or Second Chamber) and the Senate in Joint Session in a Speech from The Throne to open a new Parliamentary year and to highlight the Government’s agenda for the new Parliamentary year on the third Tuesday of September, I realized my omission.
When one looks at the photo one would immediately say, as the Guardian does, “It looks like the Queen is camouflaged”. That triggered a question, because I believed the upholstery of the throne being reddish rather than blueish or blackish with a golden print.
Some searching on the web proved me right: The following photo proves the upholstery was reddish at least in 1988 (and also in 1996 I found out).
A photo by Jan van den Berg of the entire throne
dates from July 2011…from afar the upholstery seems a bit reddish.
My conclusion is I’ll have to have a look myself;-)
The Dutch name for the day of The Speech from The Throne is “Prinsjesdag” or Day of the Princes.
Chair and Tell by Marijke Boulogne
Chair and Tell
By Marijke Boulogne
I admit: I like to make up names and associate incompatibles. Decoding my association: The name of this painting that involves a lovely chair is: Charatel….which hints to the French word for Suspender…Hence my association: “Share and tell” or “Chair and Tell”.
Turning Chair
Love me Tender by Didier Faustino with Model
“Love me tender” chair by Didier Faustino
Love Me Tender intends to make the body once again aware of the most banal gestures. This refined chair conceives design as a weakness. The body takes possession of a space that it leaves its mark upon. To live becomes a tiny but real attempt, a way of marking one’s territory.