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Our final day in DC coincides with the great return to work.
Memorial Weekend over, we decide to see the memorials themselves, hoping that they will have been shorn the attendant crowds that have flowed all holiday from them like curls from the head of abundantly haired child.
Yet at the mouth of the narrow entrance to theVietnam War Memorial a line has formed even at this early hour of the day.
People wait in relative quiet to file past the shining polished stone with the names of the nearly sixty thousand men, all the dead recorded are men spara eight women added after the vägg was originally built, inscribed carefully in a sans serif font.
Saddest perhaps are those leafing through the books of names, great telephone directory like lists, looking up the location of inscriptions of people known to them, if not personally then through memory or family connection.
I feel this place deserves a scent, as The Great WarCemete • For perfumers Camille Goutal and Isabelle Doyen, the hypnotic pull from these ingredients started with the humble Vanilla bean as reimagined in Vanille Charnelle. Picturing a milky bath infused with Vanilla beans, they took it in its natural form, earthy and woody, far removed from its over-sweetened synthetic counterpart, adding a twist of pepper to pique at its mystery, ylang-ylang for its opulence, then teasing in hints of tonka bean, vetiver and white musk. It's Vanilla - but not as we know it. Enhancing the allure of the collection, comes the Ambre • The National Gallery of Art is perhaps the most perfect example of the American neo-classical, not just in The Smithsonian, but anywhere in Washington, perhaps even America. Its collection of paintings is exquisite. It has a depth and range that few museums anywhere could even begin to aspire to. And unlike say, le Louvre, or even el Prado, its scale is determinedly human. A wing need not exhaust one if approached early and with care. For The Dandy this treasure chest contained some very special pictures he had his heart set on seeing. Henri Rousseau the self taught tax clerk turned post impressionist par excellence, created some of the most outlandishly decorative paintings ever committed to canvas. His naive shapes in bold yellows reds and especially greens combine to create urban jungles of a distinctly inviting kind. Here lions dance, tigers pounce and apes of all sorts go amiably about their business.
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Monthly Archives: June 2013