Today is being brought to you by this and that. And a fine sort of day it is…
This is a space, a very few blocks or so, outside of Covent Garden, in London, England. Neal’s Yard is the actual name of the location. Another fine example of what can happen when sought and encouraged. The place used to be the sewer of the area, crawling with rats and trash.
Karl left us yesterday from Paris, where he had been living for the last several years. He was the master behind the Chanel line once Coco left this world. How handsome he was in his youth.
This has a special appeal for me as my father, George Hansen, dressed this way upon some time long ago. There’s a very old photo of him sitting on a dockage pillar, dressed most exactly like the young man on the right. It was taken in San Francisco where he had been before meeting my mother. In the photo it is also possible to see a ring on his little finger, which had belonged to his mother, my grandmother. I inherited the ring and it sits in my jewelry box as this is being written.
“I ain’t afraid to love a man. I ain’t afraid to shoot him neither.” ~Annie Oakley, 1899
Isn’t this a testimony to the “nothing new under the sun”? The quote is from Ecclesiastes 1:9—What has been will be again, what has been done will be done again; there is nothing new under the sun. This also reminds me of the IWW, The Industrial Workers of the World, and big Bill Haywood—as was writ by John Dos Passos. I love the ending line: He died there [Russia] and they burned his big broken hulk of a body and buried the ashes under the Kremlin wall.
And that’s a wrap