Florian Dior

Hello God!

Thank You for Christian Dior. May inspires to imagine and my today’s hero is a little boy with a big almond’s eyes. I named him Florian Dior.

I am lucky to find the images of floral dresses by Tasmanian fashion designer Sandra Alcorn and allow myself to immerse in the floral fantasy where the Goddess Flora is blessing little Christian Dior and all of us.

Florian Dior

It happened in Granville, Normandia’s town

In the garden of the seaside villa.

Little Florian was born here

And Goddess Flora kissed him in his eyes.

Morning dressYou are blessed, the happy boy,

With My Beauty in your heart.

Make the world to bloom is

You way and destiny.

 

Geranium Petals DressFlora, Godmother of the boy,

Opens the worlds of flowers to him.

Florian Dior creates and enjoys

Geranium Petals Dresses in his sandbox…

Hellebore roses of winter

“After women, flowers are the most lovely thing God has given the world,” big Christian  Dior writes his Godmother’s words in his “The Little Dictionary of Fashion to Dress Sense for Every Woman”, remembering the time when he was little Florian.

Pansy Dress

Goddess Flora guides Dior’s inspiration from her first kiss to little Florian.

Corolle (literally the botanical term corolla or circlet of flower petals in English) is the name of the line of Dior’s first collection, presented in 1947. His New Look is the image of the flower-woman. Dior sets the fashion of blooming silhouette like a flower’s corolla with the waist is thin as its stem, and of fairy flowery fabrics with colors of his beloved Normandy’s sky and sea.

Fushia Dress

 

“But being so sweet and so charming they must be used with care. A flowered hat may be lovely or ridiculous. A flower in your buttonhole or in your belt or in your decollete may be extremely nice… but choose a variety of flower and a color to suit your personality,” Dior shares the advises of Goddess Flora in his Dictionary.

“Flowered prints I think are wonerful…silk prints in beautiful colors are lovely for afternoon suits, dinner frocks, or cocktail dresses” – I follow you, Dior.

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Christian Dior emphasizes: “… flowers can bring a touch of color to a dark dress. A spray of purple pansies and yellow gold  mimosa can do wonders to light up a dark dress.”  And you know a spray of purple pansies and yellow gold  mimosa can do wonders to light up everything dark and let me hugging you with this spray of golden rays of the Goddess of Flora.

Little Florian Dior enjoys a dreams in Granville. He is sharing its with you by Christian Dior – Haute Couture video:

I am feeling Flora’s kisses on my cheeks opening her world. Thank you for the bliss, the Goddess of Flora, we are all touched by you. Thank you, Florian Dior, for your happy realization.

So Spring is in the air and it’s the perfect time to be fresh and new and colorful just like the flowers!

 

Kupalinka Song

Hello God!

Thank You for Kupala today. We celebrate Kupala Night or Kupalle in Belorussian, one of the oldest folk holidays dedicated to the sun and water. Kupalinka, daughter of the god Kupala and the Earth opens the door to the magic time.

It is the only time of the year when Mother Nature reveals its secrets and the only time when trees speak and even move and when witches gather. White witches, of course.

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Kupalinka discovers some interesting facts about her father –  Jacob Grimm in his book Teutonic Mythology (1835) notes that the word kupala describes the bonfires slavonic folk lit at the summer solstice, and records that some people explained the word as the name Kupulo, a harvest god.

Although the word kupala (or kupalo) is usually explained as “bather” (from kupat(i) ‘to bathe’). According to Russian philologists Vyacheslav Ivanov and Vladimir Toporov, the name Kupala is derived from the same Indo-European root as the name of  Cupid, Roman god of love, which means “passion” or “desire”. Kupala is Slavonic Cupid!

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There is an ancient Kupala belief that the eve of Ivan Kupala is the only time of the year when ferns bloom.

Thanks to the fern flowers, which blossom for only several moments at midnight, all the buried treasures could be seen, no matter how deep they were in the ground. Prosperity, luck, discernment and power would befall on whoever finds a fern flower.

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Please listen Kupalinka song and enjoy the video below where Kupala is celebrated!

Kupalinka, Kupalinka
It’s dark in the night
It’s dark in the night
Where is your daughter, Kupalinka?

My daughter is in the garden
She weeds the rose
She weeds the rose
And wounds her white hands.

She picks the flowers
She picks the flowers
And weaves garlands
She weaves garlands and sheds tears.

I wish you to find your blooming fern flower tonight, and your dearest wish will come true.

Thank you for sharing with me this very magical moment!

Onegin Day

Hello God!

Thank You for Alexander Pushkin! Today, the 6th of June, is his Birthday! To celebrate the day I invite you to open and read the book. The poem “Eugene Onegin” is in the book.

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Russian painter Elena Samokish-Sudkovskaya illustrated the poem published in 19o8 in Saint Petersburg. It is my pleasure to share with you these wonderful pictures. Romantic mood and delicate character of the poetry embrace us. We are floating in the flows of this Masterpiece.

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I am catching the waves of “Eugene Onegin” translation by Charles H. Johnston via my own senses. I hope you will enjoy its, you can catch your own Pushkin here.

“How early on he (Onegin) learnt to trouble
the heart of the professional flirt!
When out to burst a rival’s bubble,
how well he knew the way to hurt —
what traps he’d set him, with what malice
he’d pop the poison in his chalice!”

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So she was called Tatyana.

From early on she loved romances,
they were her only food… and so
she fell in love with all the fancies
of Richardson and of Rousseau.The visit.jpgTatyana now need wait no longer.
Her eyes were opened, and she said
“this is the one!” Ah, ever stronger,
in sultry sleep, in lonely bed,
all day, all night, his presence fills her,
by magic everything instils her
with thoughts of him in ceaseless round.

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“I write to you – no more confession
is needed, nothing’s left to tell.
I know it’s now in your discretion
with scorn to make my world a hell.

Decreed in highest court for ever…
heaven’s will — for you I’m set apart;
and my whole life has been directed
and pledged to you, and firmly planned:
I know, Godsent one, I’m protected
until the grave by your strong hand:
you’d made appearance in my dreaming;
unseen, already you were dear,
my soul had heard your voice ring clear,
stirred at your gaze, so strange, so gleaming,
long, long ago… no, that could be
no dream. You’d scarce arrived, I reckoned
to know you, swooned, and in a second
all in a blaze, I said: it’s he!”Tatiana's husband.jpg

“Can you say,
prince, who in that dark-red béret,
just there, is talking to the Spanish
ambassador?” In some surprise
the prince looks at him, and replies:
“Wait, I’ll present you – but you banish
yourself too long from social life.”
“But tell me who she is.” “My wife.”

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Onegin wrote “…I noticed once, at our chance meeting,
in you a tender pulse was beating,
yet dared not trust what I could see.
I gave no rein to sweet affection:
what held me was my predilection,
my tedious taste for feeling free.

No, every minute of my days,
to see you, faithfully to follow,
watch for your smile, and catch your gaze
with eyes of love, with greed to swallow
your words, and in my soul to explore
your matchlessness, to seek to capture
its image, then to swoon before
your feet, to pale and waste… what rapture!”

No answer comes. Another letter
he sends, a second, then a third.

Tatyana answered “I married. I beseech you, go;
I know your heart: it has a feeling
for honour, a straightforward pride.
I love you (what’s the use to hide
behind deceit or double-dealing?)
but I’ve become another’s wife —
and I’ll be true to him, for life.”

Thank you for joy reading “Eugene Onegin” with me. Onegin Day is wonderful.

 

Très Chic May

Hello God!

Thank You for May! The inebriating scent of a bunch of lily of the valley in my hands is taking my head away to somewhere where I am in Dior dress with Van Cleef and Arpels jewellery. Vogue‘s model I am now!

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May is beautiful, May is très chic!

Chic is a French word, “Très Chic” literally means”very stylish”.  French style is to embody elegance and minimalism – Less is more. As Leonard de Vinci said – “Simplicity is supreme sophistication”.

For me elegant Lily of the Valley is reflection of the supreme sophistication.Le Miguet

The scientific name for Lily of the Valley is, “Majalis” or “Mails” which means “belonging to May”. The flower also has many formal names like May Lily, May bells, Ladder-to-heaven and Male Lily. It is called “Muguet” in French.

The delicate green sprigs in emeralds capped with tiny white brilliant bells this brooch by Van Cleef and Arpels is, mmmm let me find the words, très chic!May Dior.jpg

 

Lily of the valley was Cristian Dior’s lucky flower. “Superstitious and attentive, he slipped a sprig of the delicate dried flower into the hem of every one of his haute couture models, and always kept it with him. In his jacket pocket he kept a finely crafted reliquary containing his beloved flower” – I am reading in the story of Dior.

This dress “Muguet” (Lily of the Valley) is from haute couture Spring-Summer 1957.

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Christian Dior knew how to express delicacy and femaleness in his dresses. French très chic looks effortlessly but with sense of intrigue. Woman is in beautiful dress Lily of Valley, what else can be soooo French!

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Lily of the Valley brings luck and signifies the return of happiness.

Tender fairy with charm – butterfly  on this watch by Van Cleef and Arpels,  you see it is without figures, promises to us very happy and très chic May.

“Happiness is the secret to all beauty. There is no beauty without happiness,” said Christian Dior.  Dior dress with Van Cleef and Arpels jewellery is just a dream I was blessed by a simple flower, lily of the valley.

I am happy to feel your smiling eyes, I am happy to share this moment with you. We are beautiful, endlessly beautiful.

 

Happy New 2016!

Hello God!

Thank You for the 31st of December. This day is the most astonishing day in my country and in my family. As you know I live in the one of the post Soviet republic and New Year Holiday here is celebrating almost 10 days and in Russian Tsar Peter the Great style – mayonnaise salads, a lot of black caviar with vodka.

As you know before the 16th century in ancient Russia March was considered as the first month of the year. But Peter the Great issued a decree according to which January 1 was the first day of 1700 by Julian calendar. We celebrate two Christmas – Catholic and Orthodox, meet two New Year – New and Old!

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Personally I prefer vine. You can imagine my holiday workout for nearest 10 days.

New Year

No New Year without Monsieur Olivier!

Olivier salad is usually made with diced boiled potatoes, carrots, brined dill pickles, green peas, eggs, celeriac, onions, diced boiled chicken or sometimes ham or bologna sausage, tart apples, with salt, pepper, and mustard added to enhance flavor, dressed with mayonnaise.

Food hedonizm

New Year refuses to come in without Shuba!

Shuba means “fur coat”. A fish wears shuba in our plates.

Dressed herring, a herring under a fur coat is a layered salad composed of diced salted herring covered with layers of grated boiled vegetables  – potatoes, carrots, beet roots, chopped onions, and mayonnaise.

Black Caviar

Black caviar, thank you, Petr the Great, we eat by spoons, you know.

One of the most significant and breath-taking elements of the New Year’s Night is making wishes. I believe that my utmost wish made on the New Year’s Night will surely fulfill in the New 2016.

I tell you a secret – I know a unique method of making wishes that gives almost a hundred percent fulfillment guarantee: while the chimes are striking twelve, you see its in video, you should write the wish on a sheet of paper, burn it on a candle, mix the ashes in your glass of Champaign and drink it before the chimes cease striking.

Happy New 2016!!!

Vogue Star Wars

Hello God!

Thank You for the genius of Jorge Lucas. My heart is beating in gratitude for Jorge Lucas creations when I see how my daughter watches “Star Wars” film by film. Together we look forward to the release Star Wars: The Force Awakens.

I have stumbled upon on the photos by Eisuke Ishiguro shooted for Vogue  in 1977. Ishimuro explained his approach to the shooting “Since “Star Wars” heavily relied on visual effect, we thought the photographs should be simple and direct,” he says. “I lit them to look two-dimensional and almost comic strip–like.”

So please enjoy the Big Blondes with long-haired furs on long-haired girls in fantastic company with C-3PO and Darth Vader.

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I remember C-3PO from my childhood. I love him!  “Don’t blame me. I’m an interpreter. I’m not supposed to know a power socket from a computer terminal”.

“Sir, the possibility of successfully navigating an asteroid field is approximately 3,720 to 1.”

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Artoo says that the chances of survival are 725 to 1. Actually Artoo has been known to make mistakes… from time to time… Oh dear…

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George Lucas did not simply create a fantasy empire. He established a philosophy, one that has shaped our culture for decades. I was grown with “Star Wars” and now I happily nurture my daughter by “Star Wars”.

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Let me share my favourite quotes from George Lucas.

“If you want to be successful in a particular field, perseverance is one of the key qualities.”

“You have to find something that you love enough to jump over hurdles and break through the brick walls.”

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“A Jedi must have the deepest commitment, the most serious mind…. All his life has he looked away…to the future, to the horizon. Never his mind on where he was. Hmm? What he was doing. Hmph. Adventure. Heh. Excitement. Heh. A Jedi craves not these things. You are reckless.”

“Rejoice for those around you who transform into the Force. Mourn them, do not. Miss them, do not. Attachment leads to jealousy. The shadow of greed, that is. Train yourself to let go of everything you fear to lose.”

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“Always remember, your focus determines your reality,” I say to my daughter every morning before the school by George Lucas’s words. Good reminder for all of us.

Thank you for sharing this present moment with me. I am happy in your company. I wish you a very good and inspirational day.

May the Force be with you!

 

Good Bad Teacher

Hello God!

Thank You for my teacher of the piano. My dearest friend Linda has announced the Time Machine Challenge and I can not miss the flight. So let me activate the machine teleport section and invite you to my journey!

George Goodwin Kilburne - Piano Practice

The Port 1980. I am a young girl as you see on the painting by George Goodwin Kilburn “Piano Practice”. The piano is Miracle for me. I am touching its keys with trembling little fingers and sounds are wonderful. Oh, the piano sounds are my wings, I am flying.

Angry music conductor’s voice I am hearing in my ears  – “Do not touch the piano. It is forbidden in the kinder garden”. But my dream has just born. It is just in the right time. My dream is to play the piano all my life. With hopeful heart I am looking forward the time when I will study in the musical school.

The Port 1984. I am in the musical school. It was not difficult to attend. After elementary intonation and rhythm tests I am here. You see below the painting “The first piano lesson” by Jules-Alexis Mueller.

The First Piano Lesson 

This is my second piano lesson. I do not want to play the piano anymore. My dreams about happy sounds gone with my teacher’s loud words: “You are lazy and stupid”.  I feel this heavy space in the class after my diagnosis. There are no rooms for colourful notes and dancing treble clef. Black and white keys, black and white notes in a music sheets are in my tears.

My teacher of the piano is old. Actually he is 58 y.o. but when you are 6 y.o. – 58 y.o. is almost ancient age. Soviet Moscow Conservatory gifted me my teacher. (In the portal 1984 I simply do not know that he is my gift.) He is devoted Communist. Oh, I am really lucky that the Communist Party had approved almost all classic composers. I play Bach’s Well Tempered Clavier, Beethoven’s marches and Mozart’s sonatas.

The question is how I am learned to play the piano. The teaching methods are cruel, repressive and harmful. In the teacher’s opinion I am infected with the seeds of laziness and I have no horizons to archive. “You will never become a pianist. My aim is to toughen you for later life and to instrumentalize your senses in favor of Communism builder’s functions” my teacher said.

So, I am going to be Communism builder. Daily 3 practicing hours of scales and accords help me – my teacher is sure. I hate my teacher of the piano. I hate his “black pedagogy”.

“Aaaaaaa, I can not hold it! Stop-stop it immediately. You are mediocracy! Your playing is horror for me. Beethoven was the favourite Lenin’s composer. And you are asking me about pink and romantic Schumann. No, no and no!” – the mentor chooses the repertoire for me.

Leighton Edmund Blair The Piano Lesson

The Port 1989. The painter Leighton Edmund Blair in his “The Piano Lesson” expresses my teacher’s  shock. The last year before the college has just begun and I announced that I am going to the pianistic department. I am playing Serious Variations by Mendelssohn I have learned in summer by myself.

I must study in the musical college, the pianistic department, I decide.

“Ha-ha-ha, girl, what allows you to think you are suitable for this department? Do you know that even if you will start to practice at 5.30 every morning, you are not going to be accepted, because you are untalented. Just agree and accept this fact!” – I try to keep my tears inside my eyes. I am strong and hard as stone.

“Black pedagogy” is an approach that is directed toward breaking the will of a child, in order to make it an obedient subject, with the aid of open or concealed use of force, manipulation, and repression.” My teacher is the virtuoso in this field.

This year is tough. My mother has got married the second time. At 5.30 at mornings I have a possibility just to sit and see the keys of the piano not touching its, due to my stepfather, Afghanistan survivor with damaged brain, hates the sounds. By the way he is the second motivator to leave my family.

My teethes are clenched, my tears are drained. I feel and I respect my own will.

“Listen, pupil, if you will be accepted to the college I install your golden bust near the entrance to this school by my own hands” – my teacher “promises” me the award. “Oh, poor great composers, they are whirling up and down in their coffins endlessly when you play” – my teacher “supports” me.

The new story

The Port 1990. I am trembling near the door. I will play the entrance program when it opens. I am playing etude, prelude and fuga, sonata and piece. Everything goes very well. Good technique, smooth sound, relevant penalisation are demonstrated. I know it.

I am accepted to the pianistic department in the musical college!!! The new beautiful exiting life opens its door for me.

I have never seen my good bad teacher after the entrance exam. I have no strength to meet him again…

2015. We are here now. My conclusions about this time journey are optimistic. Communist Party means nothing in this story – in every society mediocre man has a defined social role. “Black Pedagogy” may be effective but risky. To repress the will of a child is possible when you see something bigger than your “repression” in this soul. My teacher saw it. He knew he was hated by my heart and bones. He paid this heavy price for my future.

Through years of flying on the wings of the sounds of the piano I understand that my excellent and brilliant teacher of the piano is the gift from the Sky. I am endlessly grateful for the cross of our destinies.

By the way no one from my own pupils has become a musician. My methods are too soft and my knowledge is based on humanitarian approach. So who is good? My teacher of the piano is.

The film “Whiplash” is about him. I recommend to watch it.

Thank you for this possibility to share my journey. We all must grow and mostly the way is hard and painful.

The next portal in Linda’s Time Machine is the story from Scottish Island Mum. We are here to keep our hands together and tightly. Please, take my hand.