Sunday, April 19, 2015

Viva Vieques!

Just about 8 miles off the coast of Puerto Rico, part of what was formerly known as the Spanish Virgin Islands, lies the tiny Isla de Vieques, some 21 miles long and about 4 miles wide.

Part of the Commonwealth of Puerto Rico today, its history has included occupation by the Spanish in the 16th century, the Scottish (!) in the very late 17th century, the Spanish again in the 19th century, and then the island and all the lands of Puerto Rico were ceded to the United States, at the end of the Spanish American War in 1898.

With the decline of the sugar industry in the 1920s and 1930s, and the onset of WWII, the US Navy bought about two-thirds of the land on Vieques. One of the goals at that time was to provide a safe haven for the British Fleet, should the United Kingdom fall to Nazi Germany.

Thankfully, that did not happen, but the Navy continued its presence, using Vieques for testing bombs, missiles and other weapons.

These actions came to a head with the death of a civilian in 1999. After many protests from both locals and political leaders from the mainland and abroad, the Navy finally withdrew from Vieques in 2003. At this time, the US Government stepped in, began a massive clean-up, and designated much of the island as a National Wildlife Refuge.



All of this preamble helps to explain why today, Isla de Vieques is one of the most unspoilt paradises on earth, with few roads, no traffic lights, endless protected areas, and why the Robbins family chose it as a perfect spot for a family vacation!

We came from the north, east and west, flying into San Juan, then squeezing into little Cessna puddle hoppers for the 20 minute flight to Vieques. Seating is allocated according to your weight. I got lucky and ended up in the co-pilot's seat with great views of the coastline and waters.

Coming in to land, everything seemed perfect, until we kept going and going and going down the runway, barely slowing...

...until we finally stopped inches from the grassy end of the airfield! Somewhat chagrined, the pilot told us we had landed with only the left brake working!

We were soon installed in our rental house, with stunning views over to Puerto Rico...


...lovely gardens full of bright flowers like this epiphyte...
...a beautiful pool, and plenty of room both inside and out for the family to spread out and relax.

 With three adorable little rugrats like these, it didn't take long to get into the swing of things!




The pool being almost the first stop!

But the real beauty of Vieques is the number of spectacular beaches, almost all of them practically empty! White sand, gentle shade from Palm and Mangrove trees, and water that was usually bath tub warm and shallow enough for little ones to splash about safely.

One or two on the north side had a few "waves" that prompted the surfers in our group to rent boards...

...patiently sitting and waiting for that perfect wave...

...catching one or two by the end of the day!


At almost every beach, there were reminders of the former military presence -- a new take on the "3 Rs"!
"Recognize, Retreat, Report"! We got used to these signs and, luckily, found nothing alarming.







The other constant presence on the island were the feral horses (descended, it is said from the Spanish colonizers), this one was near our house, passing by a tsunami warning sign!




Others would be casually strolling down the street as you were driving along!


Still others took their siesta against the wall of an industrial building!


There was never any question as to who had right of way!

There are only two "towns" on the island -- Isabel Segunda on our side (north), a series of one-way streets, restaurants, gift shops, where we shopped for groceries, and Esperanza on the south side. There are no grocery shops in Esperanza, just a few souvenir stands and several restaurants. And a beautiful esplanade -- el malecón -- which took on a magic look as the sun went down.

We spent a lovely evening over here, trying to decide which restaurant we should go to.

We ended up at the new kid on the block: El Blok! With its open air setting, this latest arrival totally lived up to its fame. Chef José Enrique has created a fabulous menu of local and fresh produce and fish. The ceviche was so good we ordered two more servings!

Speaking of delicious food, there are also several food truck/stalls around the island. "Sol Food" stands by the entrance to the biological preserve, from where many of the best beaches are accessed. A quick stop, and we ordered carnitos and other Puerto Rican goodies, cooked fresh, and enjoyed on whichever heavenly beach we were spending the day.

Other choices included "pinchos", kebab chicken sticks with a magic sauce from these friendly folk...

...and, almost our favorite, the lovely "chicken lady" who had dozens of chickens roasting on a spit, chopped them up with a serious machete and sold them to us for $10.70 each!

In the larger "town"  of Isabel II, an imposing City Hall looks onto a central square...




 ... whilst other "official" buildings are painted in bright, tropical colors.


This private home certainly caught our eye, and we wondered if it got a "do over" for every season!

One thing that never changed was the sight -- no matter what time of the day we drove by -- of these three gents, sitting back in their chairs, watching the world go by!

Down at the southern end of the island, this magnificent, 300 year-old Ceiba tree stands regally on a large green expanse. Imagine all it has witnessed over such a long period of time, what secrets it holds!

For us, it was all about the beaches. Pata Prieta  was a favorite and, again, we had it almost to ourselves.


Here, a little mermaid seemed to have washed ashore and was very pleased with herself!

Her baby sister and cousin found it all pretty funny!

At Media Luna beach (Half Moon Bay!), there was no stopping most of us from wading in...

...except for Matthew, who took many of these photos, and made nice watercolors from the shade of a palm tree.

I guess, in a way, we should thank the US Navy for staying so long, because in today's eco friendly mindset, there is a strong desire to keep Vieques unspoilt and undeveloped. Tourism is flourishing, but there seem to be no big chain hotels on the horizon, and there is a strong sense of the importance of restoring and protecting the landscape, both on the island itself and in the waters surrounding it. Certainly the Robbins family hopes they succeed. We would love to come back one day and find it just the way it was this year. "Heaven on Earth"!




À bientôt!





Sunday, March 22, 2015

Button Up!

The Musée des Arts Décoratifs on the rue de Rivoli, forms one side of the massive complex of buildings that houses the Musée du Louvre, the Caroussel du Louvre, and the many and varied departments of the Louvre. You enter from the rue de Rivoli, and you can walk straight through the entry hall and step out into the gardens of the Tuileries. Red banners hang outside on the rue de Rivoli, heralding its presence, but somehow I often find myself forgetting it's there. Perhaps it is just overshadowed by the grandeur of expanse of the Musée du Louvre itself.  On its own merits, however, it holds one of the world's largest decorative arts collections, more than half a million artifacts, largely formed by donations and bequests.  Fashions, textiles, furnishings, graphic designs, rare and ancient documents all form part of the collection.

And buttons!





Made from beads...






...made from raffia...



...made from mother-of-pearl, wood, leather, ceramic, stone, gold and other metals, made from papier mâché, silk passementerie, fur, pretty much any material you can think of...

...even Wedgewood china! Some 3000 such small items, from the collection of Loïc Allio (acquired by the museum in 2012), are currently on display in a special exhibition that provides a wonderful journey through history, art, and fashion.




In the 18th century, for example, the usual wardrobe of a French gentleman included a jacket, waistcoat and breeches, adorned with buttons in a specific order, signifying his social status.




A vest could be richly embroidered, with toggles fastening the brocaded, passementerie buttons in a strictly form-fitting line.

Production of buttons was highly controlled, divided between different guilds, depending on the materials and techniques used. Rosary makers were charged with making bone buttons, and only silversmiths were allowed to use precious materials. This beautiful velvet jacket from 1790 has striking copper buttons, enameled in blue with decorative pearl beads edging each one, and with a starburst circling the centre. Only 3 buttons are functional, the rest are merely ornamental, leaving the jacket open at the neck and bottom.


By the 19th century, men's clothing sobered up considerably. Understated elegance became the order of the day. On waistcoats, buttons reinforced the cut and line of the garment, but discreetly, giving a note of sophistication. I love the little buttons on the lapels of this waistcoat.




The same held true for spats...

...and men's kid gloves. Somehow, these last three items made me think of Soames Forsythe  marching steadfastly every day up Ludgate Hill to his office!


For women, on the other hand, the 19th century heralded a bold step into the world of buttons, particularly inspired in the early years by the uniforms of the Hussars.





Perhaps a reflection of the bravery of these soldiers during the Napoleonic era, braiding and rows of buttons became the vogue for women.



By mid-century, with crinolines in full swing, buttons became a huge decorative device. On this luscious dress, seven taffeta buttons fall neatly in line from the neck to the waist, whilst the skirt has eight more, each one bordered with elaborate lace, creating flower "blossoms" down to the hem.


During the Second Empire, lines of buttons fell in a regulated way, giving shape and symmetry to the body, supposedly highlighting balance and modesty, as decorum required! Buttons tended to be the same color as the dress, or a darker color to match trim or braiding.



By the 1880's the bodice stayed tight and firm, holding women's bodies in place (!), even in coats like this orange travelling coat, with its dramatic shoulders and large pairs of buttons lining up down the front.



Soft kid-leather boots were in vogue, with up to two dozen buttons to close and open -- no wonder the button hook was invented!




Not quite so many on these silvery satin evening boots, with the cute button hook hanging behind, in the shape of a boot!


Underwear, too came with buttons. This pretty set seems very loose and comfortable, but this is the look before the corset and stays are tied on and tightened, to make the female body look like the dress on the left!






By now and moving forward into the 20th century, buttons were being mass produced and mass promoted, with catalogs displaying the very latest in design and materials.

Although you could still order your own box of buttons from Lucien Tesson, exquisitely hand-painted landscapes and birds, a rare treasure.


A sea change began to occur for women around 1910. The female silhouette became more linear, the designer Paul Poiret tossed out the corset and freed up women's bodies, highlighting their shape with rows of buttons placed along the seamlines, with false buttonholes or small loops of braid.



New materials included the use of celluloid, an early plastic, which took off in the 1920s in the world of jewellry and buttons, in bright colors...




...and striking black and white asymmetrical shapes and designs.


By the 1930's, fashion was all about the cut and drape of the fabric, as these two crèpe-de-chine day dresses show so beautifully, with the diagonal, black, ball-shaped buttons on the right hand dress echoing the drape effect.



With the advent of WWII, buttons took on a distinctly patriotic look and flavor. Here, the shape of the country of France, the colors of the flag, and the famous French rooster symbol all get transformed into buttons!



With dress materials in limited supply during the war, dressmakers looked to buttons to brighten and "buck up" the populace. In this classic shirtwaist not only does the eye go to the buttons and the buckle, but also to the decorative stitching on the bodice and around the hem.



By now, of course, the world of "haute couture" had long been established in France and elsewhere, and the doyens of this world continued to use buttons to focus and accent garments. This Christian Dior dress from the 1940's has a double row of round black buttons running down the back from top to bottom, revealing below the waist, an inset panel of tiny pleats. Dior believed that buttons "could even help give a dress its full meaning."

Those buttons, though, are clearly not functional, which would not have pleased Coco Chanel, who never placed a button on a garment without it having a corresponding buttonhole! They were arranged in a highly symmetrical manner, rather like a military uniform. The buttons themselves might be gilded and stamped with her own insignia.


From her 1958 collection, Elsa Schaparelli offered this beautiful red wool jacket with ceramic buttons and, calling on the "paruriers" (makers of fine jewellry and accessories), adorned the collar and pocket lapels with some kind of decorative swirls of metallic braid, or actual metal chains, I couldn't quite figure out which.
Andrès Courrèges, on the other hand, in 1965 unveiled a line of clothing with an almost austere line, highlighted with simple round disks for buttons. I lived in London in the early 1960's, and I was reminded of a Jaeger suit I bought with similar lines, very simple, straight skirt (mini in length!), boxy jacket, plain buttons. A far cry from those blue enameled, pearl-encrusted buttons the gentleman in 1790  sported on his velvet jacket!




As I strolled back out on to the rue de Rivoli, I thought about how small most buttons are, and yet what a familiar, every day part of our lives and our clothing they occupy. Just about every woman I know has a box of buttons somewhere in their house, full of spare buttons, odd buttons, buttons handed down from parents and grandparents, buttons waiting for a garment that will be perfect for them, etc. They tell stories of status and memories and dreams and wishes to come. True treasures.

I quickly buttoned up my coat as a cold gust of wind blew me back to the bus stop. The spring that peeked her head in here a couple of weeks ago has vanished, temperatures have been hovering in the upper 40's, skies are grey and low. The solar eclipse was only evident because the light in the sky dimmed seriously around 10 am on that day! So, we are taking a little break to visit with the kids and the grandkids on the Isle of Vieques, Puerto Rico!  Further Parisian adventures when we return in mid-April.

À bientôt!