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A couple of days ago, I interviewed artist Douglas Tharalson at his home and studio, a 2.5-acre ranch in Agoura tucked away in the middle of the Santa Monica Mountains National Recreation Area.

Agoura is near Malibu and several other overdeveloped pieces of California coast. Tharalson got in early and cheap on the land he now owns, and now he’s happily inspired by the mountain views and open space where he has worked there as a painter and sculptor for the past 20 years. (More…)

Allow me to relate one of the more popular mantras in journalism: “Lists, people love lists!”

We’re inundated with rankings—the best colleges, the most bohemian cities and other unquantifiable entities. With an ardor that matches presidential elections and “American Idol,” 100 million people around the globe recently cast their online vote for “The New Seven Wonders of the World.”
The new list updates the mostly inaccessible seven ancient wonders, which includes fabled sites such as the Hanging Gardens of Babylon and the Colossus of Rhodes, apparently visited by Salvador Dali, the hallucinatory surrealist painter. Only the Great Pyramid at Giza dutifully survives from this list.  (More…)

“Extreme Elegance” was the prescribed dress code for the Bal des Artistes held on Monday night to celebrate the 60th birthday and fall couture collection of the French fashion house of Christian Dior. What’s the perfect venue for a couple thousand international revelers, meticulously handmade dresses that retail for five figures (at least) and hired help that includes both fire-breathers and fire-eaters? Versailles, bien sur.

Designer John Galliano, celebrating his tenth year at the creative helm of Dior, commandeered L’Orangerie de Versailles for a show that was a whirlwind tour through the history of art and fashion. Among the over-the-top looks were ensembles inspired by the work of everyone from Manet and Monet to Cocteau and Watteau. One alabaster-skinned model in a peach-colored confection of a dress (above left) resembled a walking Reynolds portrait.

The evening’s overall theme, however, was more Goya than Gainsborough, inspired by Galliano’s recent trip to Seville, Spain. Like something out of the drunken, late-reign nightmares of Louis XIV, flamenco dancers prowled the palace halls.

In today’s New York Times, Cathy Horyn praises Galliano’s artistry. “Many of the clothes may have looked overpowering for mere mortals, and perhaps they are, but consider the source behind it,” she writes. “Would we prefer it to be less complex, less intense?” In the setting of Versailles, certainly not. The opulent venue would have swallowed whole the architectural silhouettes of Armani or the American sportswear-influenced defiles of Ralph Lauren.

Women’s Wear Daily compared Galliano’s couture creations to the crown jewel of Versailles. “Just like the Hall of Mirrors, they exist because someone had an over-the-top thought and the wherewithal to realize it, the latter not only of talent and resources but guts galore.” And in fact, just last week, the Hall of Mirrors (above middle) reopened to the public after a $16 million renovation that took more than three years. Louis XIV commissioned the grand hall as a monument to himself.

Among the Hall’s most famous features are the overhead paintings by Charles le Brun. The more than 30 stucco-framed compositions depict Louis XIV in his various roles, including Roman Emperor and victor over foreign powers. Galliano too is famous for his myriad guises: one season he is dressed as a pirate (complete with sword), the next as a British dandy. And this season was no exception.

After the last model’s exit, Galliano emerged onto the 163-yard runway to take his bow—dressed in a beaded matador costume and bright pink tights. The Sun King would have been proud.

Who wants to be known as an amateur or a dilettante? Today, not too many people—especially a professional artist. Yet once upon a time, there was nothing wrong with dabbling. “Amateur” shares a Latin root with the Italian word “amore,” to love. An amateur was a virtuous lover of knowledge, no matter the form.

Leonardo da Vinci and his wandering muse probably would have been quite frustrated with today’s specialized art world. Take the case of the Blue Dog Artist. For over a decade, one Cajun artist has achieved fame for painting his dearly departed dog in shades of midnight blue, staring plaintively at the viewer with yellow eyes. Presumably, the artist doesn’t feel too compelled to paint anything that might stray away from his signature blue dog.  (More…)

When smooth-talking Danny Ocean (George Clooney) strides into the gleaming office of Terry Benedict (Andy Garcia) in Ocean’s Thirteen, the scene must instantly and wordlessly convey Benedict’s position as the reigning king of Vegas casinos—and therefore the only person who can bail Ocean and his ever growing crew out of their latest high-stakes snafu.

This is Vegas, land of illusions, so a slick, spacious office and a sharply tailored linen suit offer no guarantees. But there it is, hovering over Benedict’s desk like a framed diploma, that unmistakable mark of a modern-day mogul: a large, gold-flecked painting by Gustav Klimt. (More…)