Monday, 6 January 2014

Remembering Barbara Baer Capitman.










Obituaries
Barbara Baer Capitman, 69, Dies; Created Miami Art Deco District
By JOAN COOK
Published: March 31, 1990
Barbara Baer Capitman, whose vision and persistence helped to turn a rundown area of Miami Beach into a vibrant Art Deco historic district, died of congestive heart failure on Thursday at Mount Sinai Medical Center in Miami Beach. She was 69 years old and suffered from diabetes and heart tremors.

Ms. Capitman, who had lived in Miami since 1973, applied her talents to arouse renewed interest in 1920's and 1930's buildings throughout the country. Radio City Music Hall and the Chrysler Building are among the best examples of Art Deco.

''My whole life had been Art Deco,'' she once said. ''I was born at the beginning of the period and grew up during the height of it. It's a thing of fate.''

Headed a Preservation League

In 1976 she helped to found the Miami Design Preservation League, which in 1979 won Federal historic designation for the South Beach district of Miami Beach. Her outspoken, unorthodox manner later led to her ouster from the group.


''She would push and agitate and cause trouble until people wouldn't speak to her,'' said Michael Kinerk, chairman of the Art Deco Weekend festival. ''She was interested in results, not social sensitivities.''

The South Beach district is now on the National Register of Historic Places, the only 20th-century district on the register. That status brought Federal tax relief to what had been a depressed area. It is now enjoying an economic and cultural rebirth.

Chapters in Other Towns

Mrs. Capitman, president of the Art Deco Society of America, helped found chapters of the society in several cities, including New York, Washington, Chicago, San Francisco and Los Angeles. She was the author of ''Deco Delights'' (1989; E. P. Dutton).

She was born in Chicago and attended New York University. She later wrote advertising copy and was a reporter for The Atlantic City Daily World, which has ceased publication.

Her husband, William Capitman, died in 1975. He was a market researcher and economist and in later years a teacher at Florida International University.


Mrs. Capitman leaves two sons, Andrew W., who lives in London, and John A., who lives in Cambridge, Mass., and four grandchildren.


Miami Design Preservation League
OUR MISSION STATEMENT
Miami Design Preservation League is a non-profit organization devoted to preserving, protecting, and promoting the cultural, social, economic, environmental and architectural integrity of the Miami Beach Architectural Historic District. Originally organized by Barbara Capitman and friends in 1976, it is the oldest Art Deco Society in the World.

MDPL provides cultural and educational programs to Dade County residents, surrounding counties, citizens of Florida and to national and international visitors and tourists. Our programs are developed for the general public and have special appeal to those interested in art, design, architecture, history, preservation, urban and community planning and development.


An advocacy program attempts to influence public policy and public actions in a direction consistent with a group’s mission. MDPL’s advocacy program is guided by its advocates’ aim to act consistently with MDPL’s mission statement:
Miami Design Preservation League (MDPL) is a non-profit organization devoted to preserving, protecting, and promoting the cultural, social, economic, environmental and architectural integrity of the Miami Beach Architectural Historic District and all other areas of the City of Miami Beach where historic preservation is a concern.
The MDPL Advocacy Committee suggests these priorities for MDPL advocacy activities:
Preserve and protect the historical and architectural integrity of the Miami Beach Architectural District, both of its individual buildings and of the district as a whole;
Support the historic preservation process put in place by the City of Miami Beach and the City’s enforcement of the outcomes of that process in any area “where historic preservation is a concern.”
Propose and support changes in the City’s historic preservation process and land use policies when necessary to carry out and fulfill the mission statement;
Propose and support changes in Florida and national policy when necessary to carry out and fulfill the mission statement;
Preserve and protect historical, architectural, and environmental resources in other areas of Miami Beach, especially when designated as local historic districts by the City of Miami Beach, but including any area “where historic preservation is a concern.”
Act to support residents and property owners, in current and potential historic districts, when citizens act to preserve, protect and promote the historic, architectural, cultural, social, economic, and environmental integrity of any area “where historic preservation is a concern.”
















Sunday, 5 January 2014

Kenwood House restored.

An exterior view of English Heritage's Kenwood House on the northern edge of Hampstead HeathPhotograph: Oli Scarff/Getty Images
 Kenwood House restored – one of the nation's greatest art collections reopens
The refurbishment of Kenwood House on Hampstead Heath is complete and its treasures are once again on show to the public. Nicholas Lezard in praise of a stately pile we all own
Nicholas Lezard

Kenwood House, a classically styled Georgian villa perched on top of a hill on the northern edge of Hampstead Heath, commanding a spectacular view over the City of London, might have ceased to be in the early years of the 20th century. In the place of the top-of-the-milk-coloured pile, freely available to all to wander through, there'd be the kind of proto-McMansions you see on the opposite side of Hampstead Lane, no access to the grounds, and the open space of Hampstead Heath would be many acres smaller.

There's been a house on the location since the early 17th century, but the form it now takes largely dates from the mid to late 18th century. It's a familiar landmark to north Londoners who like pottering around the Heath at weekends; familiar, you might say, almost to the point of invisibility, and as a child I thought no more of it than that there was a smooth hill down which you could roll almost to the lake at the bottom.

But the house, and the grounds, might all have been sold, parcelled up into building plots in the early years of the 20th century. The sixth Earl of Mansfield had had one of those fits of pique and panic that affected the aristocracy and the gentry with the introduction of death duties, and decided to sell off the lot. By then, Kenwood House had been let to a series of tenants: Grand Duke Michael, Tsar Nicholas II's cousin, lived there until a sudden reversal of his family's fortunes in 1917 obliged him to leave early; the last sitting tenant was the millionaire widow of an American tinplate manufacturer.

It is hard, from a contemporary view of the super-rich, for us to understand what could possibly have motivated the Earl of Iveagh, Edward Cecil Guinness, great-grandson of Arthur Guinness, to buy the house from the Earl of Mansfield, fill it with one of the most valuable art collections in the country, and then leave it for the free use of the public after his death. But then philanthropy had always been a Guinness tradition; the Guinnesses looked after their workers, and Edward Cecil – who bought out his two older brothers and then multiplied the Guinness fortunes five-fold – became the first Earl of Iveagh not just because he was so rich but because he had spent about a million pounds in 19thcentury money clearing slums and putting the poor into decent houses. You don't imagine that kind of thing happening much now. And philanthropy is an integral part of Kenwood's tradition: the first Earl of Mansfield, Kenwood's first significant owner, was responsible for a landmark judgment in 1772 that was a step towards the abolition of slavery; he also had a half-black great-niece, Dido Belle, whose freedom he carefully emphasised in his will. (You will see a reproduction of a portrait of her at Kenwood with her cousin, Elizabeth Murray, in which she smilingly touches her cheek just in case you had missed the fact of her skin colour.)

For the last year or so, though, Kenwood House has been closed and under scaffolding: its slates cracked, its facade peeling. It had to be patched up before things got any worse. But what is interesting is the way it has been done: the restoration meant chipping through the layers of paint and gilt accumulated over centuries, and bringing back the house as it would have looked to the first earl. The surprise begins before you even enter: the creamy facade is now a more austere sandstone (or, rather, sandstone effect).

The idea is to make visitors feel that they are entering a home, and not a property from which yards of velvet ropes politely, but unambiguously, exclude them. We are to experience the place as the gentlemen and women of the 18th century would have; which was one of the ideals expressed in Lord Iveagh's bequest. A fire burns in the grate at the entrance. A welcoming hearth, what could be more homely? On closer inspection, though, you will notice it is fuelled by gas.

We have an odd relationship with the stately pile. Almost every other time you read a PG Wodehouse novel, you're in a country house; and if you don't read Wodehouse, then there's a fair chance you've watched Downton Abbey. These are deeply familiar places to us. And yet, at the same time, we are excluded, unless we mix in these circles; and we tend not to.
Kenwood's collection of old masters is the largest single private-to-public bequest of all time, but still, to walk through the place is to succumb to a cumulative version of Stendhal syndrome, where one becomes physically overwhelmed in the presence of Great Art. You might think this is a bit of romantic nonsense, but wait until you go into the library, having already been softened up in the corridor by Turner's A Coast Scene with Fishermen Hauling a Boat Ashore, and turn to your right and see Rembrandt's greatest self-portrait – imperious, indomitable, the brushstrokes so confident in places that they look almost contemptuous. And it's not as if everything after that is an anticlimax. Take in, for instance, Gainsborough's Portrait of Mary, Countess Howe – a strikingly contemporary beauty, with nothing rococo or stylised about her features. (As it happens, the most popular painting throughout Kenwood's later history has been Joseph Wright's Two Girls Dressing a Kitten by Candlelight, an image that can only be salvaged from extreme kitsch by acknowledging it as a very creepy metaphor for nascent sexual cruelty.) You cannot move, then, for Landseers, Gainsboroughs, Van Dycks, Guardis, Reynoldses, Van de Veldes. There's a Vermeer, for goodness sake, The Guitar Player, insouciantly displayed, in a setting whose ambience is far removed from that of the museum. Here, the art is in a space both private and public, as if art's two desires – to be kept in private, and to be seen by many – have been granted at once.

It is of a parcel with the restoration's intent to restore authenticity. An obsessiveness about tracking down period-era benches is precisely what is needed for such work to have authority, and the idea of scraping through the layers of paint to find out what originally was intended is both symbolic and practical. What it feels like to be wandering around the place almost as if you owned it, and owned it in 1770-odd, is down to the individual. What are we, equals or inferiors? Is this place, are these places, theirs, or ours?

Thinking about the Rembrandt later, I was reminded of the moment in one of John Fowles's novels, where the painting is described as being "uncomfortable in its eighteenth-century drawing room, telling a truth such decors had been evolved to exclude". Well, yes, if you want to be harsh. There was always something a little bogus or even sinister about the piles of the wealthy, for those who cared to look for it – the dairies that would be built to one side so that ladies could play at being milkmaids (Kenwood has one, and it wouldn't take too much to make it functional again). Here, the very name "Mansfield" will have set off a train of association in anyone who remembers the source (slavery) of the family fortune in Austen's Mansfield Park. That the reallife Mansfields can have clear consciences with regards to this is one of the things that makes a visit to Kenwood a spotlessly pleasing experience, and the terms of the Iveagh bequest are ones that the current custodians of our culture would do well to emulate.

Through a gap in the trees, you can see, in the misty distance, the City, with its gherkin, towers, monuments to capitalist excess, and all (tellingly, the view of St Paul's from the house has been blocked). You can look down on it. As if it is art, and you own it.


The library at Kenwood HousePhotograph: Steve Parsons/PA

English Heritage curator Laura Houliston, replaces books in the libraryPhotograph: Steve Parsons/PA

Wendy Richardson, a member of the conservation team, cleans the gilded surround of a mirrorPhotograph: Oli Scarff/Getty Images


The decorated ceiling in the libraryPhotograph: Oli Scarff/Getty Images

The decorated ceiling in the libraryPhotograph: Oli Scarff/Getty Images


Dee Alston, a member of the conservation team, cleans a bust in the entrance hall

Johannes Vermeer's 'The Guitar Player', centre, in the dining roomPhotograph: Oli Scarff/Getty Images

Johannes Vermeer's 'The Guitar Player', centre, in the dining roomPhotograph: Oli Scarff/Getty Images

Cleaning the bust of Lord Mansfield in the libraryPhotograph: Oli Scarff/Getty Images

The decorated ceiling in the entrance hallPhotograph: Oli Scarff/Getty Images

Laura Houliston, a curator of collections for English Heritage, admires the paintings in the dining roomPhotograph: Oli Scarff/Getty Images

An exterior view of the house from the front courtyard on the northern edge of Hampstead HeathPhotograph: Oli Scarff/Getty Images


Robert Adam (3 July 1728 – 3 March 1792) was a Scottish neoclassical architect, interior designer and furniture designer. He was the son of William Adam (1689–1748), the country's foremost architect of the time, and trained under him. With his older brother John, Robert took on the family business, which included lucrative work for the Board of Ordnance, after William's death.
In 1754 he left for Rome, spending nearly five years on the continent studying architecture under Charles-Louis Clérisseau and Giovanni Battista Piranesi. On his return to Britain he established a practice in London, where he was joined by his younger brother James. Here he developed the "Adam Style", and his theory of "movement" in architecture, based on his studies of antiquity and became one of the most successful and fashionable architects in the country. Adam held the post of Architect of the King's Works from 1761 to 1769.
Robert Adam was a leader of the first phase of the classical revival in England and Scotland from around 1760 until his death. He influenced the development of Western architecture, both in Europe and in North America. Adam designed interiors and fittings as well as houses.
He served as the member of Parliament for Kinross-shire (1768–74).
Adam was born on the 3 July 1728 at Gladney House in Kirkcaldy, Fife, although the family moved to Edinburgh later that same year. As a child he was noted as having a "feeble constitution". From 1734 at the age of six Adam attended the Royal High School, Edinburgh where he learned Latin (from the second year lessons were conducted in Latin) until he was fifteen, he was taught to read works by Virgil, Horace, Sallust and parts of Cicero and in his final year Livy. In autumn 1743 he matriculated at Edinburgh University,[8] and compulsory classes for all students were: the Greek language, logic, metaphysics and Natural philosophy. Students could choose three elective subjects, Adam attended classes in mathematics, taught by Colin Maclaurin, and anatomy, taught by Alexander Monro primus. His studies were interrupted by the arrival of Bonnie Prince Charlie and his Highlanders, who occupied Edinburgh during the 1745 Jacobite rising. At the end of the year, Robert fell seriously ill for some months, and it seems unlikely that he returned to university, having completed only two years of study.
On his recovery from illness in 1746, he joined his elder brother John as apprentice to his father. He assisted William Adam on projects such as the building of Inveraray Castle and the continuing extensions of Hopetoun House. William's position as Master Mason to the Board of Ordnance also began to generate much work, as the Highlands were fortified following the failed Jacobite revolt. Robert's early ambition was to be an artist rather than architect, and the style of his early sketches in the manner of Salvator Rosa are reflected in his earliest surviving architectural drawings, which show picturesque gothic follies. William Adam died in June 1748, and left Dowhill, a part of the Blair Adam estate which included a tower house, to Robert.
On William Adam's death, John Adam inherited both the family business and the position of Master Mason to the Board of Ordnance. He immediately took Robert into partnership, later to be joined by James Adam. The Adam Brothers' first major commission was the decoration of the grand state apartments on the first floor at Hopetoun House, followed by their first "new build" at Dumfries House. For the Board of Ordnance, the brothers were the main contractor at Fort George, a large modern fort near Inverness designed by military engineer Colonel Skinner. Visits to this project, begun in 1750, would occupy the brothers every summer for the next ten years, and, along with works at many other barracks and forts, provided Robert with a solid foundation in practical building.
In the winter of 1749–1750, Adam travelled to London with his friend, the poet John Home. He took the opportunity for architectural study, visiting Wilton, designed by Inigo Jones, and the Queens Hermitage in Richmond by Roger Morris. His sketchbook of the trip also shows a continuing interest in gothic architecture.
Among his friends at Edinburgh were the philosophers Adam Ferguson and David Hume and the artist Paul Sandby whom he met in the Highlands. Other Edinburgh acquaintances included Gilbert Elliot, William Wilkie, John Home and Alexander Wedderburn.
On 3 October 1754, Robert Adam in the company of his brother James (who went as far as Brussels) set off from Edinburgh for his Grand Tour, stopping for a few days in London, where they visited the Mansion House, London, St Stephen Walbrook, St Paul's Cathedral, Windsor, Berkshire, in the company of Thomas Sandby who showed them his landscaping at Windsor Great Park and Virginia Water Lake. They sailed from Dover arriving in Calais on28 October 1754. He joined Charles Hope-Weir, brother of the Earl of Hopetoun in Brussels and together they travelled to Rome. Hope agreed to take Adam on the tour at the suggestion of his uncle, the Marquess of Annandale, who had undertaken the Grand Tour himself. While in Brussels the pair attended a Play and Masquerade, as well as visiting churches and palaces in the city. Travelling on to Tournai, then Lille, where they visited the Citadal designed by Sébastien Le Prestre de Vauban. By the 12 November 1754 Adam and Hope were in Paris where they took lodgings in Hotel de Notre Dame.
Adam and Hope travelled on to Italy together, before falling out in Rome over travelling expenses and accommodation. Robert Adam stayed on in Rome until 1757, studying classical architecture and honing his drawing skills. His tutors included the French architect and artist Charles-Louis Clérisseau, and the Italian artist Giovanni Battista Piranesi. Here, he became acquainted with the work of the pioneering classical archaeologist and art historian, theorist Johann Joachim Winckelmann. On his return journey, Adam and Clerisseau spent time intensively studying the ruins of Diocletian's Palace at Spalato in Dalmatia (now known as Split, in modern Croatia). These studies were later published as Ruins of the Palace of the Emperor Diocletian at Spalatro in Dalmatia in 1764.
He returned to Great Britain in 1758 and set up in business in London with his brother James Adam. They focused on designing complete schemes for the decoration and furnishing of houses. Palladian design was popular, and Robert designed a number of country houses in this style, but Robert evolved a new, more flexible style incorporating elements of classical Roman design alongside influences from Greek, Byzantine and Baroque styles. The Adam brothers' success can also be attributed to a desire to design everything down to the smallest detail, ensuring a sense of unity in their design.
Adam was elected a fellow of the Royal Society of Arts in 1758 and of the Society of Antiquaries in 1761, the same year he was appointed Architect of the King’s Works (jointly with Sir William Chambers). His younger brother James succeeded him in this post when he relinquished the role in 1768 in order to devote more time to his elected office as member of Parliament for Kinross-shire.
Robert Adam rejected the Palladian style, as introduced to England by Inigo Jones, and advocated by Lord Burlington, as "ponderous" and "disgustful". However, he continued their tradition of drawing inspiration directly from classical antiquity, during his four-year stay in Europe. Through the adoption of classical motifs, Adam developed a new style of architectural decoration.
The Adam brothers' principle of "movement" was largely Robert's conception, although the theory was first written down by James. "Movement" relied on dramatic contrasts and diversity of form, and drew on the picturesque aesthetic. The first volume of the Adam brother's Works (1773) cited Kedleston Hall, designed by Robert in 1761, as an outstanding example of movement in architecture.
By contrasting room sizes and decorative schemes, Adam applied the concept of movement to his interiors also. His style of decoration, described by Pevsner as "Classical Rococo", drew on Roman "grotesque" stucco decoration.
Robert Adam's work had influenced the direction of architecture across the western world. In North America, the Federal style owes much to neoclassicism as practised by Adam. In Europe, Adam notably influenced Charles Cameron, the Scotsman who designed Tsarskoye Selo and other Russian palaces for Catherine the Great. However, by the time of his death, Adam's neoclassicism was being superseded in Britain by a more severe, Greek phase of the classical revival, as practiced by James "Athenian" Stuart. The Adam brothers employed several draughtsmen who would go on to establish themselves as architects, including George Richardson, and the Italian Joseph Bonomi, who Robert originally hired in Rome.
During their lifetime Robert and James Adam published two volumes of their designs, Works in Architecture of Robert and James Adam (in 1773-1778 and 1779; a third volume was published posthumously, in 1822).
Adam had long suffered from stomach and bowel problems,[29] probably caused by a peptic ulcer and irritable bowel syndrome. While at home - 11 Albermarle Street, London - on 1 March 1792, one of the ulcers burst, and on 3 March Adam died.
The funeral was held on 10 March; he was buried in the south aisle of Westminster Abbey. The pall-bearers were several of his clients: Henry Scott, 3rd Duke of Buccleuch; George Coventry, 6th Earl of Coventry; James Maitland, 8th Earl of Lauderdale; David Murray, 2nd Earl of Mansfield; Lord Frederick Campbell and Sir William Pulteney, 5th Baronet.
Knowing he was dying, he drafted his will on 2 March 1792. Having never married, Adam left his estate to his sisters Elizabeth Adam and Margaret Adam.
His obituary appeared in the March 1792 edition of The Gentleman's Magazine:
It is somewhat remarkable that the Arts should be deprived at the same time of two of their greatest ornaments, Sir Joshua Reynolds and Mr Adam: and it is difficult to say which of them excelled most in his particular profession... Mr Adam produced a total change in the architecture of this country: and his fertile genius in elegant ornament was not confined to the decoration of buildings, but has been diffused to every branch of manufacture. His talents extend beyond the lie of his own profession: he displayed in his numerous drawings in landscape a luxuriance of composition, and an effect of light and shadow, which have scarcely been equalled...to the last period of his life, Mr Adam displayed an increasing vigour of genius and refinement of taste: for in the space of one year preceeding his death, he designed eight great public works, besides twenty five private buildings, so various in their style, and so beautiful in their composition, that they have been allowed by the best judges, sufficient of themselves, to establish his fame unrivalled as an artist.

He left nearly 9,000 drawings, 8,856 of which (by both Robert and James Adam) were subsequently purchased in 1821 for £200 by the architect John Soane and are now at the Soane Museum in London.

Kenwood Restored

Thursday, 2 January 2014

SHERLOCK is back!!



Sherlock recap: series three, episode one - The Empty Hearse
Sherlock lives! And we finally got an explanation – in fact, three explanations – as to how he did it Warning: contains spoilers
Posted by
Sam Wolfson
Wednesday 1 January 2014 22.25 GMT

Well that was silly, wasn't it: moustaches, a game of Operation and a bomb made out of a tube train. But it was the reactions to Sherlock's death that were at the heart of the episode. In the Conan Doyle stories, Watson says, of his discovery that Sherlock is alive: "I rose to my feet, stared at him for some seconds in utter amazement, and then it appears that I must have fainted." After that they both get on with their day.

Here, you got the full spectrum of emotional responses to seeing a ghost. Lestrade gave a laddish exclamation of "you bastard!", as if Sherlock had last been seen tied to lampost on his stag do. Molly, who was meekly poking around on her Sherlock'll Fix It day of minor mystery-solving. And of course, John, who at first lamped Sherlock out of sheer rage, then awkwardly blanked him to focus on his patient's thrush, before eventually giving in to a teary and grief-ridden forgiveness (which Sherlock immediately mocks).

'A bungee rope, a mask, Derren Brown? Two years and the theories keep getting more stupid'

But before that, the question we all wanted answered: how did he do it? Sherlock's creators wrote themselves into a corner at the end of the last series. Sherlock had to kill himself or Moriarty's assassins would have killed John, Mrs Hudson and Lestrade. Sherlock fell to his death, in front of John and a bunch of other witnesses. Yet at the end of the episode, we'd seen him scurrying around his own grave.

Rumours and theories have abounded ever since, but as co-creator Mark Gatiss acknowledged at Comic Con earlier this year, "There's only so many ways you can fall off a roof and survive. It's not black magic."

The real issue then, was not how Sherlock managed to survive a four-story fall, but how to make the reveal – after two years of waiting and such great expectations – not feel like a disappointment.

So instead of one explanation for Sherlock's survival, we got three. In the explosive episode opener, Sherlock bungee-jumps off the building and through a window and has a passionate snog with Molly, while Derren Brown hypnotises John into a slumber for just long enough to fit Moriarty's body with a Sherlock prosthetic mask.

Alas, this turns out to be just one of Anderson's conspiracies. The forensics expert, we learn, has become swivel-eyed and ridden with guilt at his role in Sherlock's undoing. Later we see Sherlock drop a dummy version of himself before it is revealed that he and Moriarty were in on the whole thing together. They stare into each other's eyes for a moment, then begin kissing. But again, this is revealed to be a theory from someone in Anderson's conspiracy club, The Empty Hearse, and a nod to some of the saucy slash-fiction written by the more devoted fans.

In the end, the real explanation is almost exactly as the internet had predicted – involving obscured views, a large inflatable cushion, the bloke who looked like Sherlock who had scared the kidnapped children, and – well done if you spotted it – the squash ball he was bouncing in the hospital which was used to stop his pulse. The inevitable anti-climax was dodged because it was playful with the internet furore. When Sherlock finally reveals how he did it to Anderson, Anderson stares back, frustrated. "Well it's not how I would have done it. Bit ... disappointed."

'I'm not lonely, Sherlock.' 'How would you know?'

For me, the relationship that blossomed the most in this episode was between Mycroft and Sherlock. Their sibling rivalry is compelling. We learn that Mycroft was crucial in preventing Sherlock's death and allowing him to remain a fugitive; meanwhile, Sherlock is concerned for his brother's lack of companionship, so it's plain that relations have thawed between the pair. Yet their competitive spirit and almost mutual disdain is enough to rival that of Sherlock and Moriarty. Mycroft sat unflinching while a Russian torturer beat Sherlock bloody. Sherlock later returned the favour by refusing to save Mycroft from seeing Les Misérables with their parents.

There are new relationships too, with both John and Molly finding partners in Sherlock's absence. Clearly there's something dodgy going on with Molly's boyfriend but I wonder too about Watson's Mary, played by Martin Freeman's wife Amanda Abbington. Rarely does TV let off-screen love play out so simply on-screen, and I'm not sure why Mary is so immediately enamoured with Sherlock. Those who have read the Conan Doyle stories will be aware of how he uses Mary, so it may not be plain sailing.

I also think we might finally see something happen between Sherlock and Molly this series. Sherlock's admission to Molly that Moriarty's greatest slip-up was that "the one person that he thought didn't matter at all to me, was the one person who mattered the most," felt like the first time we've seen him showing genuine unchecked feeling for someone else.

'There's an off switch. Terrorists can get into all sorts of problems unless there's an off switch'

Among all that, there was an actual plot to this episode, but it felt like a bit of an afterthought, once all of the character loose ends were tied up. Bizarrely for New Year's Day, this was a modern day Guy Fawkes story, led by a cabinet member and peer who – and we're told this as if this sort of thing happens all the time – has been spying for North Korea since 1996. He was planning to blow up parliament using a bomb hidden in a tube carriage. But once Sherlock had worked that out, all they had to do was find it and switch it off. Oh, and John was minutes away from being burned on a bonfire as a real-life Guy, but noone is sure what that had to do with anything just yet.

Notes and observations

• Moffat really likes Derren Brown. First he was the cover story for disturbances in Trafalgar Square in The 
Day of the Doctor, now he's got a cameo in one explanation of Sherlock's fall.

Sherlock – TV review
After the fall – an explosive return for Cumberbatch and Freeman, full of fizz, whizz and wit
By Sam Wollaston

So that's how Sherlock (BBC1) did it. He had a bungee cord attached to him when he jumped, bounced back up before hitting the ground, hopped in through a window, had a cheeky snog with Molly, then disappeared to the forests of eastern Europe in order to dismantle Moriarty's network. Watson, meanwhile, was briefly hypnotised by Derren Brown – Derren Brown! – as Moriarty's body was laid on the pavement with a Sherlock Holmes mask on. Exactly what I thought …

Oh, that's just writer Mark Gatiss having a laugh at us, the fans and fanatics who've spent most of the Great Hiatus speculating and theorising. That's not what happened. Nor was it a cardboard cutout that fell, released via string by Holmes so he could pursue a rooftop gay romance with Moriarty. We still don't know what happened. Maybe, as Watson says, it's not important how he did it.

He – Watson – has done his grieving and has left 221b Baker Street to gather dust and memories. Now he has very unwisely got a new moustache, but more wisely – and astonishingly, given the moustache – got himself a new girlfriend. A serious one: he's in the process of popping the question, at the Landmark Hotel in Marylebone, when Sherlock pops rudely but hilariously back into his life in the form of a (comedically moustached) French waiter. "Short version: not dead," he tells his old friend. No wonder poor John is a little put out. You might also say poor Sherlock – such a massive mind but no idea about how human emotions work.

A lot of this one is about the delicate reassembling of Sherlock's and John's friendship – always tricky when one of you has come back from the dead. Slowly he wins him back, though. By being Sherlock Holmes. By winning over the new girlfriend – of course he does, he's Benedict Cumberbatch, that's not going to be hard, even if John's new gf is played by Amanda Abbington, Martin Freeman's actual missus. Oh, and by rescuing John – dramatically and terrifyingly – from the middle of a huge burning pyre. Nice motorcyling, to get there (just) in time.

There is actually a case in here too, a fabulous modern-day take on Guy Fawkes's gunpowder plot. It's not just an underground terror cell, but an Underground terror cell that has rediscovered a disused station right under the Houses of Parliament. There's a tube train packed with explosives, primed and timed to go off during a sitting to vote on the anti-terrorism bill, on November 5th. Movember 5th. Boom!

The episode is packed with explosive sparkle too, fizz and whizz and wit. I enjoy the childish na-na-na-na-na sibling rivalry between Sherlock and brother Mycroft, and their game of not chess but … Operation! Mycroft seems to be gaining importance. I guess you can do that if you're the writer, and the executive producer; you can make the character you play as big as you bloody well like.

But Arthur Conan Doyle hasn't been abandoned or forgotten. "London: the great cesspool into which all kinds of criminals, agents and drifters are irresistibly drained," Sherlock muses. So it's been updated a bit, stolen from Watson and given to Holmes, but that comes, originally, from A Study in Scarlet. There are knowing nods and mischievous winks all over the place in Sherlock – to itself, to the people who watch it and worry about it, and to the books that inspired it. There may be hashtags, blogs and motorbikes, but the spirit remains in keeping. I think Sir Arthur would approve, enjoy it too. Hard not to really.

So, finally, here's an explanation of the (Reichenbach) fall, then. Sherlock jumped into a sort of bouncy castle airbag, hidden from John by a building. John was distracted from witnessing the removal of the bouncy castle by a collision involving himself and a bicycle. Meanwhile, Sherlock applied fake blood, and assumed the dead position. With a squash ball – the one he was playing with before, remember? – under the armpit to temporarily halt his pulse.

Is that it, then? Or is he still fooling around? Again, it doesn't really matter. Someone did suggest the squash ball theory, on a forum. Did they guess right? Or maybe Gatiss nicked it from the forum? Or from The Mentalist, which also did the squash ball trick? Can you even do that, stop your pulse, with a squash ball? I've got one on me, as it happens. There weren't any don't-try-this-at-home warnings – let's give it a go. You can find out what happens below

Wednesday, 1 January 2014

Dandy Of The Year 2013: Nathaniel Adams.

Dandy Of The Year 2013: Nathaniel Adams, elected by Dandyism .net http://www.dandyism.net/2013/12/31/dandy-of-the-year-2013-nathaniel-adams/






Book Description

Publication Date: September 13, 2013

The dandy is back! Gone are the days of arbitrary fashion, casual sportswear, and slick metrosexuals. Today, more men are discovering dandyism and giving it their own contemporary look. Even today, men who devote themselves to the finer things in life –especially when it comes to fashion –mostly arouse suspicion. Vanity is frowned upon and lavish grooming is generally deemed superficial or unmanly. Fortunately, a small but tenacious movement has been defying these social dictates for more than 200 years. Its adherents indulge in their love of quality clothing and accessories not only privately, but also very publicly. Photographer Rose Callahan and writer Nathaniel Adams have spent years exploring the fascinating phenomenon of dandyism. They visit contemporary dandies in their homes to document their impeccably designed lives in both words and images. Well-kempt to the tips of their beards and wearing three-piece suits with flawlessly folded pocket handkerchiefs and supple kid gloves, their protagonists revive the charm of the past and reveal that cultivated idleness can be incredibly hard work. These gallant beaus first came on the scene in eighteenth-century London and Paris, where they supported the livelihoods of many a local tailor. today’s dandies continue to propagate a look characterized by trimmed beards, pomade, velvet slippers, and even a touch of make-up as a shield to mask the darker sides of life. Yet in their carefully composed portraits, Callahan and Adams reveal the cracks in this façade. They describe the sacrifices that many fulltime dandies need to make while pursuing their personal aesthetic ideals. A refuge for eccentrics, dandyism has seen a revival in the Anglo-American realm over the last several years. For example, today’s distinguished gentlemen can ride their vintage bikes around London during the tweed Run to show off their authentic outfits or attend the Jazz Age Lawn Party on new York City’s Governor’s Island to bring the era of the Great Gatsby back to life, if only for a few hours. Now, the phenomenon is again going more international. Known for their Dandy Portraits, the spiffy duo of Callahan and Adams approaches their topic –and their protagonists–with a keen, yet empathic eye. In this book, they successfully capture the styles, attitudes, and philosophies of contemporary dandyism in all its nuances.

Editorial Reviews

From the Inside Flap
The dandy is back! Gone are the days of arbitrary fashion, casual sportswear, and slick metrosexuals. Today, more men are discovering dandyism and giving it their own contemporary look.

About the Author

Rose Callahan is a photographer and filmmaker based in Brooklyn, New York. Originally from San Francisco, California, Rose made her way to the Williamsburg neighborhood of Brooklyn in 1999 to pursue photography. In 2008, she began The Dandy Portraits: The Lives of Exquisite Gentlemen Today (which became a blog in 2010) as a personal project to tell the nuanced story of extreme masculine elegance alive today. Rose found that the dandies of today are not a cohesive subculture or creed; rather, each man is a fiercely independent arbiter of what it means to be a gentleman and to live with style.

Nathaniel “Natty” Adams is a New York-based writer and manager of the Against Nature menswear atelier. His NYU undergraduate thesis was on 20th Century Dandyism and, as a student at the Columbia University Graduate School of Journalism, he wrote a book proposal on the history of Dandyism, for which he won the prestigious Lynton Fellowship. Adams used the grant money to travel through America, Europe, and Africa meeting and interviewing the best-dressed men in the world.



Review: I Am Dandy: The Return of the Elegant Gentleman, Photographs by Rose Callahan, text by Nathaniel Adams

The dandy is back! Today, a certain variety of male is discovering contemporary dandyism and giving it their own signature look. In this book, photographer  Rose Callahan teams up with writer Nathaniel Adams to document the well-kept lives of 57 dandies.

Their carefully composed portraits not only depict the clothes, accessories, and the homes of their subjects, they also capture the very essence of their lifestyles.

Even today, men who devote themselves to the finer things in life mostly arouse suspicion. Vanity is frowned upon and lavish grooming is generally deemed to be superficial or unmanly. However, a small but tenacious movement has been defying these social dictates.

Callahan and Adams have spent years exploring the fascinating phenomenon of dandyism. The diversity of the men portrayed in I am Dandy is striking. They come from different countries, cultures, and social circles and make their livings in a range of occupations. By showcasing their styles, and philosophies, the book reveals that dandyism today is an attitude and a calling that can be cultivated on any budget.


Agatha Christie's Marple: Endless Night, ITV

Although the book did not feature Miss Marple, it is part of the sixth series of Agatha Christie's Marple starring Julia McKenzie. It aired on Australia's ABC on Sunday 22nd December 2013, and aired on ITV on Sunday 29th December 2013. This adaption by Kevin Elyot remains quite faithful to the book other than the addition of Miss Marple until the end, it attributes the criminal mind of the murderer to his short of maternal love, which is never clearified in the original novel.



Agatha Christie's Marple: Endless Night, ITV
Superior, suspenseful Christie, now with added Marple
by David Benedict

“Her most devastating surprise ever.” Thus spake The Guardian, a quote happily slapped across the cover of the first paperback edition of Agatha Christie’s 1967 thriller Endless Night. While I wouldn’t go quite that far – that honour goes to her still startling, genre-busting The Murder of Roger Ackroyd (1926) – it’s a compelling little chiller. Small wonder that ITV wanted it for their franchise. Just one tiny problem: it’s a crime novel without a detective. Step forward screenwriter Kevin Elyot who, like an invisible mender, has satisfyingly woven Julia McKenzie’s Miss Marple into Christie’s dark tale.
In her most Ruth Rendell or Barbara Vine-like book, Christie created not a whodunnit but a suspenser, the story of chancer and chauffeur Michael who meets and marries heiress Ellie and builds his dream house. The site overlooks miles of uninterrupted countryside but carries a mysterious local curse.
Like the BBC’s Eighties Miss Marple with Joan Hickson, the best of these adaptations work because the productions don’t condescend to the material. And unlike the later Poirot episodes where art direction appeared to be valued over action, director David Moore never lets period clothes, cars and locations stall the momentum of his slow-burn drama. With its doom-laden, William Blake-derived title, plus its class conflicts, gypsy warnings, twisty deceits and of course deaths, there was more enough in the book to inspire a film version in 1972 featuring a torrid score complete with fashionable Moog synthesiser by Hitchcock’s favourite composer Bernard Herrmann. It was a dud not least because of leaden filmmaking and performances from Hywel Bennett, Hayley Mills and Britt Ekland. Mercifully, their work is trounced by this altogether stronger and subtler cast led by Tom Hughes, Joanna Vanderham and Birgitte Hjort Sørenson of Borgen fame
The rhythm is dictated by the continual use of Michael’s voiceover. It’s a device routinely regarded as the refuge of the dramatically inept, but with the entire original novel written in Michael’s first-person narration it is, for once, entirely apposite. That’s particularly true because – major spoiler alert – his version of events is slowly revealed to be less than reliable, a cunning piece of misdirection
Aside from the necessary contrivance of McKenzie’s beady-eyed, effectively downplayed Miss Marple popping up in different countries and thus running into Michael before and during his honeymoon, Elyot’s reworking strengthens the structure. His arresting pre-credit sequence, deftly repositioned from very late in the novel, tightens the drama. It sets up the high-stakes tone and turns the novel’s wildly implausible architect character into someone interestingly linked to Michael.
The casting pays dividends, even in small roles like Michael’s plain, worn-out mother played by a game Tamzin Outhwaite who is both unrecognisably plain and quietly strong. Better still, Birgitte Hjort Sørenson is clearly having a ball as Ellie’s best friend Greta, a smouldering German temptress who gets in the way. Far from being attention-grabbing star-casting, she’s the real deal (see also, if you can, her performance as wife to Tom Hiddleston’s Coriolanus at the Donmar Warehouse).
Barely off-screen throughout, gaunt Tom Hughes is the pivot of the entire story. Measured and softly spoken, he makes the ideal choice of being a wholly convincing liar, neither character nor actor overplaying his hand and thereby retaining the viewers’ fascination even after the twist is revealed when sympathy should be sacrificed.

The weakest element of the novel is the ending that unravels in the same way as the over-explanatory postlude to Psycho. While remaining true to Christie’s psychology, Elyot significantly increases tension by bringing Miss Marple in for the kill. This leads to a vivid sequence of climatic confrontations and character-driven pay-offs that improve upon the original. What more could you ask of an adaptation?


Endless Night is a crime fiction novel by Agatha Christie, first published in the UK by the Collins Crime Club on 30 October 1967 and in the US by Dodd, Mead and Company the following year. The UK edition retailed at eighteen shillings (18/-) and the US edition at $4.95. It was one of her favourites of her own works and received some of the warmest critical notices of her career upon publication.

Ambitious young Michael Rogers – the narrator of the story – falls in love with Fenella "Ellie" Guteman the first time he sets eyes on her in the mysterious yet scenic 'Gipsy's Acre', complete with its sea-view and dark fir trees. Before long, he has both the land and the woman, but rumours are spreading of a curse hanging over the land. Not heeding the locals' warnings, the couple take up residence at 'Gipsy's Acre', leading to a devastating tragedy.
Literary significance and reception

The novel is dedicated: "whom I first heard the legend of Gipsy's Acre." Nora Prichard was the paternal grandmother of Mathew, Christie's only grandson. Gipsy's Acre was a field located on a Welsh moorland. The Times Literary Supplement of 16 November 1967 said, "It really is bold of Agatha Christie to write in the persona of a working-class boy who marries a poor little rich girl, but in a pleasantly gothic story of gypsy warnings she brings it all off, together with a nicely melodramatic final twist."
The Guardian carried a laudatory review in its issue of 10 November 1967 by Francis Iles (Anthony Berkeley Cox) who said, "The old maestrina of the crime-novel (or whatever is the female of 'maestro') pulls yet another out of her inexhaustible bag with Endless Night, quite different in tone from her usual work. It is impossible to say much about the story without giving away vital secrets: sufficient to warn the reader that if he should think this is a romance he couldn't be more mistaken, and the crashing, not to say horrific suspense at the end is perhaps the most devastating that this surpriseful author has ever brought off."
Maurice Richardson in The Observer of 5 November 1967 began, "She changes her style again and makes a determined and quite suspenseful attempt to be with it." He finished, "I shan't give away who murders whom, but the suspense is kept up all the way and Miss Christie's new demi-tough, streamlined style really does come off. She'll be wearing black leather pants next, if she isn't already." The poet and novelist Stevie Smith chose the novel as one of her Books of the Year in the same newspaper's issue of 10 December 1967 when she said, "I mostly read Agatha Christie this year (and every year). I wish I could write more about what she does for one in the way of lifting the weight, and so on."
Robert Barnard: "The best of the late Christies, the plot a combination of patterns used in Ackroyd and Nile (note similarities in treatment of heiress/heroine's American lawyers in Nile and here, suggesting she had been rereading). The murder occurs very late, and thus the central section seems desultory, even novelettish (poor little rich girl, gypsy's curse, etc.). But all is justified by the conclusion. A splendid late flowering."