Showing posts with label France. Show all posts
Showing posts with label France. Show all posts

Wednesday, October 20, 2010

le chats

Tangerine, bright yellow, and shades of pink graced the runway as the ready-to-wear line for Paul & Joe made their much-awaited arrival. A variety of jumpsuits, button dresses, textured shorts, and cropped jackets made sure to make everyone in the audience want at least one piece from the show.

Of course floral showed up on floor-length dresses and so did brocades (a must for the upcoming season), as well as on extremely loose, high-waisted pants. Watching the collection, one got a sense of the seventies with the slouchy silhouettes. Looks like it’s going to be a relaxed and flirty spring ahead of us.

All in all, I can’t wait to seek out stores that sell Paul & Joe and make a couple of purchases (if affordable). What makes the collection even more wonderful is being able to see it be paraded in front of me and see the beauty of the garments on models instead of hangers.  When the lights came up and the music ended, hearing the applause arise from the audience when the designer made her quick bow, anyone could tell the amount of respect given to her.

Thank you to Christopher Parente (website) & Christopher Cosgrove for the photography!

xoxo
Paulina

photograph © Christopher Cosgrove
photograph © Christopher Cosgrove
photograph © Christopher Cosgrove
photograph © Christopher Cosgrove
photograph © Christopher Cosgrove
photograph © Christopher Cosgrove
photograph © Christopher Cosgrove
photograph © Christopher Cosgrove
photograph © Christopher Cosgrove
photograph © Christopher Cosgrove
photograph © Christopher Cosgrove
photograph © Christopher Cosgrove
photograph © Christopher Cosgrove
photograph © Christopher Cosgrove
photograph © Christopher Cosgrove
photograph © Christopher Cosgrove
photograph © Christopher Cosgrove
photograph © Christopher Cosgrove
photograph © Christopher Cosgrove
photograph © Christopher Cosgrove
photograph © Christopher Cosgrove
photograph © Christopher Cosgrove
photograph © Christopher Cosgrove
photograph © Christopher Cosgrove
photograph © Christopher Cosgrove
photograph © Christopher Cosgrove
photograph © Christopher Cosgrove

Paris Fashion Week - Paul & Joe Spring 2011 from Chris Parente on Vimeo.



Une madeleine du matin, éloigne le médecin....

A madeleine in the morning keeps the doctor away....

Bonsoir tout le monde! If you don't understand a word of French and/or have never experienced the edible nirvana that is "une madeleine," then please, allow me to clarify....

I'm fresh back from an evening with La Maison Française de Boston College spent baking madeleines, sipping tea, and enjoying friendly conversation (en français, bien sûr!).  As a registered French major and ardent cultural enthusiast, I receive a slew of e-mails from La Maison, BC's official French Society.  The Club is actually more of a membership - every student enlisted in a university French class is invited to attend the events hosted by La Maison over the course of the school-year.  Depending on the month, events range in subject and variety; they offer movie screenings, conversation hours, group dinners, instructional speakers, exhibitions, field trips, and my personal favorite: cooking classes! Though I am genuinely interested in attending these events, I usually find myself making excuses or caught between the demands of juggling a job, schoolwork, and social life. However, being in my senior year, I vowed to make time for one such event that seriously piqued my interest: making madeleines.

A madeleine is a pound cake-esque cookie baked in pans with scallop-shaped depressions.  These iconic French culinary delights are equally delicious as they are aesthetically pleasing.  They're relatively easy to find, being sold at most American bakeries and even pre-packaged at Starbucks counters.  While I've enjoyed the packaged cakes with coffee or tea, I've never actually tasted a "freshly baked" madeleine.  You can probably guess how this story ends....

Upon arriving in Vouté, I felt somewhat intrusive, disrupting a group of already acquainted individuals deep in conversation.  However, my obvious love for all things French (and culinary), combined with a warm welcome from Ana, La Maison's head coordinator, soon put me at ease. Cindy Bravo, director of BC's Language Lab, was our resident chef-directrice for the evening.

Cindy first gave us a brief history of this iconic French pastry.  The madeleine originated in Commercy, a small village in the Lorraine region of northeastern France.   There are actually several stories concerning how the small cake gained its fortune and fame, but its widespread popularity and cross-cultural renown is indisputable.

The preparation of the dough was extremely easy! The only ingredients used were flour, eggs, sugar, butter, and vanilla extract.  While we discussed the many different variations of the madeleine (ranging from chocolate-dipped to citrus-infused) Cindy, as a self-titled "puriste," assured us that the original recipe was best.  She called upon various members of the audience to assist her in preparation; some people mixed, some melted, some scooped, and some taste-tested to ensure that everybody got the opportunity to lend a hand..  While we waited for the madeleines to achieve their perfect golden shell, Ana read to us an excerpt from mid-20th century Marcel Proust's famous autobiographical novel  À La Recherche du Temps Perdu (The Remembrance of Things Past), in which the famous writer/philosopher describes his sensory experience of biting into a madeleine:

"She sent for one of those squat plump little cakes called "petites madeleines," which look as though they had been molded in the fluted valve of a scallop shell … I raised to my lips a spoonful of the tea in which I had soaked a morsel of the cake. No sooner had the warm liquid mixed with the crumbs touched my palate than a shudder ran through me and I stopped, intent upon the extraordinary thing that was happening to me. An exquisite pleasure invaded my senses …
And suddenly the memory revealed itself. The taste was that of the little piece of madeleine which on Sunday mornings at Combray … when I went to say good morning to her in her bedroom, my aunt Leonie used to give me, dipping it first in her own cup of tea or tisane …. and the whole of Combray and its surroundings, taking shape and solidity, sprang into being, town and garden alike, from my cup of tea."

I must admit that the experience of eating a freshly baked madeleine for the first time, was in a word: magical.  If you are ever hosting an event or want to reward yourself with a sweet treat, these little cakes are SO easy and quick to make.  I promise you won't be disappointed; your senses may be ignited as Proust's, but if nothing else, you will enjoy the gustatory pleasure of this famous French dessert.

Before we left, Cindy handed us each the official typed recette for concocting our own madeleines.  I know that I'll be whipping these up for family and friends at Thanksgiving, Christmas, and beyond!

Madeleines (Makes 24)

Ingredients:
-1 ¼ cup sugar
-1 ¼ cup flour
-1 ½ tbsp vanilla
-2 eggs
-4.4 oz. melted margarine (one stick + 1 tablespoon)

Directions:
Mix together eggs and sugar.  Gradually and alternately blend in flour and melted margarine.  Add vanilla.  Mix well.

Thoroughly grease (with Crisco) and flour madeleine pans.  Pre-heat oven to 350 degrees Farenheit.  While pre-heating, chill batter and pans in refrigerator for a few minutes.  Drop generous teaspoon of batter into each madeleine mold.  Bake at 350 degrees Farenheit for 10-12 (maybe even 15) minutes, or until edges of madeleines are golden brown.  Remove from oven.  Let stand for 5 minutes, then remove each cake from mold (use the reversed tines of a fork to “nudge the madeleines to freedom”).

Cindy explains the baking process

The making of the batter commences!

Greasing the special shell molds...is there Crisco in France??

A volunteer helps to grease the pans

Into the oven they go!

Almost ready......

It's all about the presentation....aren't they si belles?

Bon appetit!

Je vous verrai dans la cuisine!!!!!

xo Lucy

Sunday, October 17, 2010

Romanticism

Who knew we would be just lucky enough to be in Paris while Fashion Week 2010/2011 was going on? It would have been silly of us not to try to attend a show (or two) while there. I mean, how often can you scope out first hand fashion and style before it even hits the Internet for the rest of the world to see? After an appointment at the Bibliothèque Nationale de France, we quickly hopped on the 6 metra and made our way to the epicenter of where this was all supposed to go down.

Although we knew we would be late to the show and miss everyone entering, we decided to wait and scope out all the other eager fashionistas, hoping to get glances of Valentino’s work, peer at other well-dressed beauties, and snap pictures for the blog, too. Before we knew it, we could hear the music pumping from behind the doors and within fifteen minutes, the show was over and the crowds were rushing out of the door, probably onto the next show.


There was a massive flood of beautiful clothes and shoes, and we caught a glimpse of what is definitely the It shoe of the season – the new pointy-toed Valentinos. These bad boys dominated the Valentino show like no other. Easily enough, we spotted seven different women wearing them, either the flats or the heels. Though personally I’d never wear them, they are still beautiful.


Before we knew it, models were streaming out from the back door entrance, of course then being swarmed by a massive amount of photographers. Some were kind enough to take a moment and pose, while others were in a rush and wanted to be left alone. Not only did we get to see some models, but Alexa Chung decided to surprise us as she rushed from the back entrance to her town car.
With people swarming the models, it was the perfect opportunity for Valentino himself to make a run for his limo and be whisked away. But those pesky photogs were more then ready for it. We were lucky enough to be close to him and get a good snap of the orange-faced genius behind this year’s gorgeous collection. 

Any other person would see that the show was over and that all the VIPs had left, and assume it was time to leave too. But not us. We figured, why not sneak past security and see the runway itself and hopefully get some glimpses of the clothes. And that’s exactly what we did. Right into the room where we did our very own strut down the runway and sat in the same seats as important editors. Symmetrically designed in all plush white, the runway was the perfect setting for Valentino’s beige, black, salmon, and red French-romantic garments.

When we got our fill of runway walking, we decided to head out and it turned out that it was the exact moment they were bringing out the clothes in the racks. Multiple racks came out holding the garments and we managed to peer through the plastic lining. Seeing the clothes up close in person was unbelievable. Seeing the actual fabric and tiny miniscule details in the work, I realized why this man is so famous for what he does.

I’d have to say, Valentino definitely stepped up his game with this collection. For a while I really wasn’t too impressed with what he was putting out there but this blew me away (or it could have just been the adrenaline rush of being at fashion week). But all in all, I’d say this was a successful adventure in Paris.

Much appreciation to Alec Bastian for taking all of the photos in this entry and being so kind when commanded to snap pictures of shoes, bags, etc. Check out his photography here.


xoxo

- Paulina


all photos © Alec Bastian (www.behance.net/alecbastian)