Simon Alcantara

The Saga of Julianne Academie by Stephanie LaCava

Posted in Uncategorized by simonalcantara on April 12, 2011
stephanielacava:  Love Mary Katrantzou & Erik Madigan Heck click on the dress  The Saga of Julianne Academie We call ourselves The Nabis.  Our gatherings happen late night in my family’s townhouse decorated in homage to Pierre Bonard and Edouard Vuillard.  I guess that’s where we got the idea for our name, a reference to the artist collective in which they both took part during the late nineteenth century.There are a few rules that must be followed, if you’re to join us.  There are no pictures allowed, no recording, no filming.  We believe in living to tell stories—paint pictures, if you will, from emotion and memory.  With all these bloggers, contraband I-phones in hand, we’ve been having trouble keeping up our original ethos.  Suddenly, we’re snapped—captured unexpectedly en situ.A few nights ago, something was amiss.  I had slicked my hair back and dusted it blue and tried on a few of my favorite dresses by Mary Katranzou and then, I heard him.  Someone had snuck into the house…

stephanielacava:

Love Mary Katrantzou & Erik Madigan Heck

click on the dress

The Saga of Julianne Academie

We call ourselves The Nabis.
Our gatherings happen late night in my family’s townhouse
decorated in homage to Pierre Bonard and Edouard Vuillard.
I guess that’s where we got the idea for our name,
a reference to the artist collective in which they both took part
during the late nineteenth century.

There are a few rules that must be followed, if you’re to join us.
There are no pictures allowed, no recording, no filming.
We believe in living to tell stories—paint pictures, if you will,
from emotion and memory.
With all these bloggers, contraband I-phones in hand,
we’ve been having trouble keeping up our original ethos.
Suddenly, we’re snapped—captured unexpectedly en situ.

A few nights ago, something was amiss.
I had slicked my hair back and dusted it blue
and tried on a few of my favorite dresses by Mary Katranzou
and then, I heard him.  Someone had snuck into the house…

 

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