#bohémienne

[cto10121]

Tentatively doing my Notre Dame de Paris English, see how it goes. I'm about 90% satisfied with this one; a part of me laments not having a whole verse rhyme for the refrain. Also, I do miss Bohémienne, since it's more singable. But since Bohémienne is French, and Esmeralda gets called Zingara throughout the show and talks about Andalucía, I opted for Zingara.

Air of the Zingara (Bohémienne)

Phoebus Beautiful stranger, where do you dwell? Angel of heaven or of hell? Child of God or beast of man  How came you here to this land? 

Esmeralda Zingara No one country or creed is my own Zingara I’m a child of the road alone Zingara, zingara Come tomorrow, I’ll seek a new land Zingara, Zingara Read my fate in the lines of my hand

My mother told me tales of Spain Of golden days beneath its sun Its blazing mountains and terrain The plazas full of gypsy song That’s where my mother once belonged Now she and Father all are gone And Paris soon became my own But when I hear that roaring foam My wayward heart begins to roam    To my Castilian mountain home

Zingara No one country or creed is my own Zingara I’m a child of the road alone Zingara, zingara Come tomorrow, I’ll seek a new land

Zingara, zingara Read my fate in the lines of my hand

Dancing barefoot through the countryside  The hills and mountains of Provincial prides For the gypsy road is so long  The road’s so long I will follow uphill, below Where it will lead me, where e’er I’ll go For I belong to gypsy life and song The life and song 

The green of Spanish seas Runs through my veins  Runs through my daydreams

The blue of Spanish skies She tells me, “Fly,” “Return to me now”

Zingara No one country or creed is my own  Zingara I’m a child of the road alone Zingara, zingara Come tomorrow, who knows where I’ll land?

Zingara, zingara Read my fate in the lines of my hand

Read my fate in the lines of my hand…

[dandanjean]

Toute la réalité

Les blessures de l’âme guérissent moins vite que celles du corps. * Toute haine est sans doute de l’amour déçu. * Tous les esprits superficiels, amateurs de profondeurs obscures, applaudirent à tout rompre. Les imbéciles aussi, car ils n’avaient rien compris, manière dont se manifestait ordinairement à eux l’intelligence. Quant aux sages, ils se turent, car on ne discute pas de ce qui n’a…

[lemuseum]

[disposableteenz]

Naomi Campbell wearing Plein Sud by Fayçal Amor Spring/Summer 2002 collection « Les Dernières Bohémiennes » in Vogue UK May 2002.

Scans by @/faycal_amor_ on IG

[beatricecenci]

Pierre-Auguste Renoir (French, 1841-1919)

Petite Bohémienne

[valentina-lauricella]

Opera veramente molto bella, mi restituisce l'atmosfera bohémienne delle stanze senza lampadari in cui ho abitato, e il calore di un ideale utero materno, di cui l'amore in età adulta è la sintesi.

[leleaulait]

Je déclare cette nouvelle robe : robe de bohémienne ultime ! ✨

[monaluisa]

Every Song on the Notre Dame de Paris Soundtrack as Memes because I have writer's block again (Act 1: Outverture-Fatalité)

Ouverture:

Le temps des cathédrales:

Les sans-papiers:

Intervention de Frollo:

Bohémienne:

Esmeralda tu sais:

Ces diamants-là:

La fête des fous:

Le pape des fous:

La sorcière:

L'enfant trouvé:

Les portes de Paris:

Tentative d'enlèvement:

La cour des miracles:

Le mot Phoebus:

Beau comme le soleil:

Déchiré:

Anarkia:

A boire:

Belle:

Ma maison c'est ta maison:

Ave Maria païen:

Si tu pouvais voir en moi:

Tu vas me détruire:

L'ombre:

Le val d'amour:

La volupté:

Fatalité:

[grlbts]

"La Bohémienne" by Pierre Auguste Renoir

[cafetplume]

Mes attentes ne sont pas des attentes mais des flambées rebelles au seul bois d’exister. Des yeux clairs aux éclipses guerrières, des fruits de neige, une musique bohémienne, l’eau d’un secret. Et je ne suis pas sage. Je choisis l’or du ciel, son froissé audacieux, le propos rougissant de l’argile impudique, le jour qui n’a pas sens de jour mais de pain chaud, de feuillage mûr, de verdeur. Je choisis le voyage, l’enfiévré, l’inconnu, la soif qui roule sur les hanches, la mémoire rétive qui échappe à la loi et la maison lavande qui craque sous les doigts son parfum ivre et bleu. Et tes mains aériennes. Et je choisis septembre plus riche que l’été. Mes attentes ne sont pas des attentes, mais l’amour debout, à boire frais dans rien, dans tout, d’un trait, comme on écrit.

Extrait de "il n'y aura pas d'hiver sans tango, mon amour" de Ile Eniger

[camisoledadparis]

En 1831, Victor Hugo réinvente le Moyen Âge et élève un monument littéraire aussi durable que l'œuvre de pierre qui l'a inspiré. Sous la silhouette noire et colossale de la cathédrale fourmille le Paris en haillons des truands de la Cour des Miracles. Image de grâce et de pureté surgie de ce cauchemar, la bohémienne Esméralda danse pour le capitaine Phoebus et ensorcelle le tendre et difforme Quasimodo, sonneur de cloches de son état. Pour elle, consumé d'amour, l'archidiacre magicien Claude Frollo court à la damnation.

De cette épopée hallucinée, ces monstres et ces figures s'échappent pour franchir les siècles, archétypes de notre mythologie nationale, de notre art et de notre Histoire.

[eirene]

Bohémienne Au Tambour De Basque William Bouguereau

[lesser-known-composers]

Pauline Viardot (1821-1910) - 6 Morceaux for violin and piano

0:07 - Romance 3:15 - Bohémienne 5:25 - Berceuse 8:25 - Mazourke 11:20 - Vieille Chanson 15:33 - Tarantelle

Performers: Ulf Schneider (violin), Stephan Imorde (piano)

[rapidpunches]

La Bohémienne Endormie by Henri Rousseau

[beatricecenci]

William-Adolphe Bouguereau (French, 1825-1905)

Bohémienne au tambour de basque

[blackswaneuroparedux]

“Muse” est un mot qui me fait rigoler, parce que personne ne sait ce qu’il signifie. C’est l’influence d’une attitude, je suppose, mais le mot est complètement faux, il ne semble pas faire partie de la vie réelle. Alors que, bien au contraire, mon influence sur Yves relève entièrement de la vie réelle, l’amie qui travaille avec lui et qui, de temps en temps, lui dit: “Ne sois pas aussi bête, Yves.”

- LouLou de la Falaise

Loulou de la Falaise was model, designer, and more well known as Yves Saint Laurent’s long-running muse for his fashion designs.

Cecil Beaton famously said she was the only English woman he knew who could be “really chic in really hideous clothes” - de la Falaise was part of high society. But she was also always a hard worker that became a fashion icon. She became the quintessential Rive Gauche haute bohémienne.

Born on 4 May 1948 in England, Louise Vava Lucia Henriette de la Falaise had an Irish mother, Maxime Birley, Elsa Schiaparelli's favourite model, and a French father, Alain de la Falaise. She was the granddaughter of the artist Oswald Birley, official painter to the Royal Court. From the age of 7, Loulou de La Falaise studied at a boarding school in England, then in Switzerland. She spent her teenage years in London, then the capital of pop culture, and then became a fashion editor before following her mother to New York in the 1960s. She then posed for fashion photos and designed prints for Halston. In New York she was firm friends with Andy Warhol and immersed herself in the fashion scene there.

She didn’t have much luck in relationships. She was first married at 18 years old to an Irish aristocrat, Desmond Fitzgerald, from whom she soon separated. In 1977, Loulou de la Falaise married Thadée Klossowski de Rola, son of the painter Balthus, a marriage organised by Yves Saint Laurent and Pierre Bergé on a small island in the Bois de Boulogne. She has a daughter, Anna, born in 1986, of whom Yves Saint Laurent was godfather.

Yves Saint Laurent once said of his muse, “Loulou de la Falaise's real talent, apart from her undeniable professional qualities, was her charm. She had the strange power of the gift of lightness, mixed with an irreproachable acuity of her look on fashion. Intuitive, innate, unique.” Loulou de la Falaise met him in 1968, at a tea party given by his stylist friend, Fernando Sanchez. She joined Yves Saint Laurent in 1972 at the designer's request and quickly became one of his closest collaborators. Loulou de La Falaise, who had a passion for colour and a gift for eccentricity, remained at his side for 30 years, creating jewellery and hats for the haute couture house.

While many consider her Yves’s ‘muse’, she was much more than that, and became head designer for accessories. She was literally his taste check, someone he could depend on to brainstorm concepts with, finalise colour  selections. She said once, "Accessories have an important role in our stressful lives. If you go out to dinner and you don't have time to go home and change, you can take off your jacket and put on a piece of jewellery," She loved rare woods and brightly coloured stones, giant enamel flowers and had hearts fashioned from rock crystal, her lucky material. "The important thing is to invent yourself," she used to say.

After Yves Saint Laurent’s death in 2002, Loulou de la Falaise launched her own brand and collaborated with different groups by creating jewellery lines. In 2011, she created a line of jewellery exclusively for the Majorelle garden boutique in Marrakech, the garden that also housed Yves Saint Laurent's ashes. Loulou de la Falaise passed away 2011.

Photo: Loulou de la Falaise and Yves Saint Laurent at a party, 1978.