the sourcerer: Doing that thing that I do.

Friday, September 30, 2011

Doing that thing that I do.

I love it when my sourcing takes me out Kalk Bay way, on a breezy sunny day.

The roadworks continue to frustrate, but there are so many treasures along the way. I wondered around the Sobeit Studio for a while, they have umpteen beautiful things to covet. Angels and lions, paintings and furniture... a bracelet made of small interlocking silver skulls @ R 9 950. Sigh.

Just downstairs is David Bellamy's fantastic fabric shop. The Liberty lawn always fills me with desire. (there are quite a few pieces in my fabric chest). Today I bought the starry clouds for some pillow slips. Bbellamy & Bbellamy also stock a dizzying array of Sanderson Linens, Japanese indigo linen, cotton velvet, crewel work, etc.

Kwagga Books has a sixties edition of Elizabeth David's "French Cooking" in the window. Sometimes it's so hard to obey those pesky commandments.

5 comments:

D said...: Commandments? You mean 'though shalt not covet'? I'm pretty sure that means you'd better buy the E.D. quick instead of thinking about it too long. Kwagga usually prices fairly. Which one is it? - I've got the 1960 French Provincial Cooking, but if it's the French Country Cooking I might pop over and snaffle it (assuming reasonable price) - I do love her books.; September 30, 2011 at 5:03 PM
the sourcerer said...: didn't look at the book closely for fear of not being able to put it down.
be nice if you bought it!
I'm strapped - have to buy a car next week...; September 30, 2011 at 7:17 PM
Karen Bekker said...: Have French country cooking and love her simple salad ideas.......cucumber slices in iced water with a few sprigs of basil or mint...blanched summer tomatoes drizzled with cream and tarragon- you can borrow mine!
PS- If you find a Citroen Berlingo- buy it!- very best car ever and I've done vw, toyota and isuzu x; October 3, 2011 at 2:04 PM
the sourcerer said...: ah thanks Karen!
I'm going to try the Volvo...; October 3, 2011 at 5:39 PM
Karen Bekker said...: Ooohh Classy Lily- good choice!; October 5, 2011 at 8:07 AM

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You could tend a garden at night, only at night, pouring dark water onto leaves, and into the earth, like pouring midnight onto midnight. You could hold your soil-stained hands up to the moon. The stars would gleam on the bottom of the shovel. It would smell the same as a daytime garden - it would smell green, violet, red, white. But come back, in daylight. Come back, to see the colours without closing your eyes.
- Sean Michaels. Accompaniment to the song "Immune" by LOW. Said the Gramophone

Nothing is original. Steal from anywhere that resonates with inspiration or fuels your imagination. Devour old films, new films, music, books, paintings, photographs, poems, dreams, random conversations, architecture, bridges, street signs, trees, clouds, bodies of water, light and shadows. Select only things to steal from that speak directly to your soul. If you do this, your work (and theft) will be authentic. Authenticity is invaluable; originality is non-existent. And don't bother concealing your thievery - celebrate it if you feel like it. In any case, always remember what Jean-Luc Godard said: "It's not where you take things from - it's where you take them to."
Jim Jarmusch (1953- )

You got very hungry when you did not eat enough in Paris because all the bakery shops had such good things in the windows and people ate outside at tables on the sidewalk so that you saw and smelled the food. When you had given up journalism and were writing nothing that anyone in America would buy, explaining at home that you were lunching out with someone, the best place to go was the Luxembourg gardens where you smelled and saw nothing to eat all the way from the Place de l'Observatoire to the rue de Vaugirard. There you could always go into the Luxembourg museum and all the paintings were sharpened and clearer and more beautiful if you were belly-empty, hollow-hungry. I learned to understand Cézanne much better and to see truly how he made landscapes when I was hungry. I used to wonder if he were hungry too when he painted; but I thought possibly it was only that he had forgotten to eat. It was one of those unsound but illuminating thoughts you have when you have been sleepless or hungry. Later I thought that Cézanne was probably hungry in a different way.
Ernest Hemingway (1899-1961) - from A Moveable Feast.