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The Dark Story of Jackie Kennedy's Aunt & Cousin House: The Grey Gardens...

Edith "Big Edie" Ewing Bouvier and her daughter Edith "Little Edie", respectively aunt and first cousin of Jacqueline Bouvier, better known as Jacqueline Kennedy and later Onassis, lived for decades, in the greatest eccentricity and isolation, separated from the World in the deepest misery and in a "Parallel World and alien to Reality", which they created ... in an old decrepit mansion.... but with 28 divisions and situated in the affluent residential area of Georgica Pond in East Hampton, New York.

Between 1971 and 1972, they were discovered around the world, after a series of inspections carried out by the Suffock Hygiene Department, when the state of degradation and accumulation of garbage reached the unbearable.

The publication of an article in the "New York Magazine" and another in the "National Enquirer" aroused the interest of the Maysles brothers, who produced and directed a documentary about the daily life of these two characters in 1975, of extraordinary interest, due to the authenticity, spontaneousness and genuineness of the images and testimonies.

After her mother's death in 1977, her daughter "Little Edie" sold the house in 1979 to former Washington Post editor Ben Bradlee, who restored it to its former glory. or precisely destroyed it definitively ..... according to the criteria of interpretation ....

However, this theme has already provoked and inspired a play in 2008 and more recently a Feature Film with Jessica Lange and Drew Barrymore to be released in April 2009.

The Dark Story of Britain’s Most Eccentric Gothic Mansion: Strawberry Hill

THIS IS NOT A MURDER MYSTERY | Official Trailer | STUDIOCANAL

This Is Not a Murder Mystery is a Belgian English-language murder mystery television series, set in England during the 1930s with an ensemble cast featuring Pierre Gervais, Iñaki Mur, Florence Hall, Frank Bourke and Mike Hoffmann.

Set on a lavish country estate in England during the 1930s, a collection of famous artists find themselves trapped in the midst of a serial killer.

 

Cast

 

Pierre Gervais as René Magritte

Iñaki Mur as Salvador Dalí

Florence Hall as Lee Miller

Frank Bourke as Man Ray

Mike Hoffmann as Max Ernst

Stephen Tompkinson as DCI Thistletwaite

Geert Van Rampelberg as ELT Mesens

Oscar Louis Högström as Nash

Lauren Versnick as Sheila Legge

Donna Banya as DC Mary Quant

Jonathan Delaney Tynan as Archibald Jukes

Mathilde Warnier as Georgette Magritte

Regina Bikkinina as Gala Dalí

Julian De Backer as constable

Aoibhinn McGinnity as Lord James

 

The series is produced by Panenka in co-production with Deadpan Pictures and distributed by Studiocanal. The six-part series is directed by Hans Herbots and is based on an original idea by Christophe Dirickx and Matthias Lebeer and written and created by Dirickx and Paul Baeten with Lebeer as the co-director of episodes 3 and 4. The title is based on the "This is not a pipe" wording below the René Magritte 1929 picture The Treachery of Images. The series has Kato Maes and Kristoffel Mertens as producers, and was initially pitched at the 2022 Co-Pro Series event, part of the Berlin Film Festival. It was filmed in Ireland and Belgium in 2024, mostly in the English-language. First look images from the set were released in November 2024.

 

Casting

The cast includes Pierre Gervais, Iñaki Mur, Florence Hall, Frank Bourke and Mike Hoffmann, but the director Herbots was quoted by Variety as saying that they chose "newcomers instead of established actors" because they did not want "famous faces drawing attention away from the characters…The show is a real ensemble piece, and I thought it was very important to find personalities that match but were also able to create conflict. We managed to get a really interesting ensemble".The cast also includes Stephen Tompkinson, Geert Van Rampelberg, Regina Bikkinina, Oscar Högströn, Lauren Versnick, Donna Banya, Jonathan Delaney Tynan and Mathilde Warnier.

Agatha Christie’s Seven Dials | Official Trailer | Netflix

Agatha Christie's Seven Dials is a British miniseries based on the 1929 novel The Seven Dials Mystery by Agatha Christie. Dramatised by Chris Chibnall, and directed by Chris Sweeney, the series stars Mia McKenna-Bruce, Edward Bluemel, Iain Glen, Martin Freeman, and Helena Bonham Carter. It premiered on Netflix on 15 January 2026.

 

Cast

Main

Mia McKenna-Bruce as Lady Eileen "Bundle" Brent

Edward Bluemel as Jimmy Thesiger

Iain Glen as Lord Caterham

Martin Freeman as Superintendent Battle

Helena Bonham Carter as Lady Caterham

Supporting

Hughie O'Donnell as Bill Eversleigh

Nyasha Hatendi as Dr Cyril Matip

Alex Macqueen as George Lomax

Nabhaan Rizwan as Ronny Devereux

Corey Mylchreest as Gerry Wade

Dorothy Atkinson as Maria, Lady Coote

Mark Lewis Jones as Sir Oswald Coote

Tim Preston as Rupert 'Pongo' Bateman

Ella-Rae Smith as Loraine Wade

Guy Siner as Tredwell

Ella Bruccoleri as Socks

Tristan Gemmill as Doctor Jackman

Liz White as Emily

Josef Davies as Alfred

 

Episodes

No.       Title     Directed by    Written by       Original release date

1            "Bundle of Love"        Chris Sweeney           Chris Chibnall            15 January 2026

In 1920, Lord Caterham meets his death in Spain, gored by a bull at the Plaza de Toros de Ronda. Five years later, his widow Lady Caterham has rented out their country estate for a party hosted by the steel magnate Sir Oswald Coote who hopes to secure a secret government contract. Lady Caterham's daughter, Lady Eileen "Bundle" Brent, makes romantic plans with Gerry Wade, her late brother's friend and one of several overnight guests from the Foreign Office, who intimates that he intends to propose to her. Gerry is known for sleeping late, and as a prank his friends hide eight alarm clocks in his room. In the morning, he is found dead from an overdose of sleeping medication; seven of the clocks have been rearranged on the mantlepiece, and the eighth is later found on the lawn. Bundle refuses to believe that Gerry was suicidal, and discovers a letter written to his sister Loraine warning her about "the Seven Dials". Bundle investigates, enlisting the help of Gerry's colleague Ronny Devereux. She realises she is being followed, and receives an anonymous warning note. While out driving, she finds Ronny in the roadway; he has been shot. With his dying breath, he mentions his colleague Jimmy Thesiger and the Seven Dials.

2            "Battle Commences"            Chris Sweeney           Chris Chibnall            15 January 2026

In a flashback to 1920, it is revealed that Lord Caterham had been lured away to his death from an arranged meeting with an inventor, Dr Cyril Matip. An unknown woman attempts to steal Matip's formula from him, killing his sister in the process. In turn, Matip shoots the woman dead. Back in 1925, Bundle confronts the man following her, who turns out to be Superintendent Battle of Scotland Yard. He urges her to end her investigation but she ignores him, persuading Gerry's colleague Bill Eversleigh to take her to the Seven Dials, a seedy London nightclub. There, Bundle spies on a meeting of a mysterious secret society, disguised by clock masks. George Lomax, the Foreign Office Undersecretary, is to host a weekend gathering at which Matip will be invited to sell his invention to the British government. The details are secret, but Bundle flatters Lomax into disclosing that Matip has invented a revolutionary metal-strengthening formula. Bundle confides in Jimmy and Loraine, and Bundle and Jimmy inveigle invitations. Over dinner, Matip demonstrates that his formula has made a pocket watch bulletproof. That night, while Battle and his officers keep watch outside, and Bill and Jimmy keep watch inside, Bundle sneaks out, and is caught by Battle. The house is woken by a commotion, and Jimmy is found unconscious and bleeding from a bullet wound in the arm.

3            "The Finger Points"   Chris Sweeney           Chris Chibnall            15 January 2026

Jimmy explains that he was shot by an intruder. Matip is discovered in bed, sedated with the same drug that had killed Gerry; his safe has been opened and the formula removed. Battle takes charge, and Bundle impresses him with her deductive skills. Loraine arrives unexpectedly and, after making an excuse to leave the living room, flees with Matip's formula and the watch. She boards a train, pursued by Bundle, Jimmy, and Bill. Cornered, she surrenders the watch and the formula to Bill. Jimmy, revealed to be working with Loraine, shoots Bill, who is saved by the watch. Bundle deduces that Jimmy had wounded himself, allowing Loraine time to drug Matip and steal the formula. Subduing Jimmy, Bundle confronts the true mastermind who is waiting in a carriage at the front of the train: her own mother. Believing that the British government was responsible for her son’s death during the First World War, Lady Caterham had enlisted Jimmy and Loraine in a scheme to profit from the formula. Loraine had poisoned Gerry, fearing he knew too much, while Jimmy had arranged the clocks as a distraction and had shot Ronny. The conspirators are arrested, and Bundle is taken before the Seven Dials Society. Unmasking himself as their leader, Battle invites Bundle to take her late father's place in the organisation, which works covertly for the public good. She enthusiastically accepts.

 

The series titled The Seven Dials Mystery was announced by Netflix in April 2024, along with the fact that it would serve as the debut production for Orchid Pictures, with Chris Chibnall as the creator and the writer of the show. In June, Mia McKenna-Bruce, Helena Bonham Carter and Martin Freeman were unveiled as the lead actors. Edward Bluemel joined the cast in July.In November 2025, the series was retitled Agatha Christie's Seven Dials.

 

Filming took place in the middle of 2024 in Bristol and Bath, with Badminton House standing in for The Chimneys, as well as Ronda, Spain.

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Sir Edwin Lutyens and Country Life, with Clive Aslet

Sunday Images/ Gentlemen of the World, Unite!

 

Henriques de Carvalho de Rio Maior.

 

The link to my family for generations Henriques de Carvalho,

Researched by a young architect and published online.

4 pages so far ( press below on " page seguinte" )

Generations of landowners and "country squires". A few images of original large houses now surrounded by periphery.

ANTÓNIO SÉRGIO ROSA DE CARVALHO / Architectural Historian ( Jeeves / Tweedland )

The link to my family for generations Henriques de Carvalho,

https://www.oriomaiorense.com/henriques-de-carvalho

 

 The family in AI:

"Henriques de Carvalho de Rio Maior" refers to an ancient and prominent family from Rio Maior, Portugal, with historical records of important members such as landowners, religious (Father Luís Henriques de Carvalho) and local figures, with many generations baptized and married in the Church of Nossa Senhora da Conceição, as documented on the website O Riomaiorense. Although there is not a single person "Henriques de Carvalho", the name identifies a family trunk with several well-known figures at different times, linked to the village of Rio Maior.

 

Who were they:

Members of the Nobility and Landlords: Several individuals with this name were landlords and figures in local high society, such as one who passed away in 1871.

Religious: These included the Reverend Father Luís Henriques de Carvalho, a figure mentioned in baptismal records, and other members connected to the Church.

Local Figures: The name appears in baptism, marriage and death records, indicating a continuous and influential presence in the community of Rio Maior.

Examples of Records:

Henriques de Carvalho was born in Cartaxo, baptized in Rio Maior in 1785, and married Gertrudes Leocádia Jesuína in 1812.

Another member was born in Rio Maior in 1823, baptized with an ecclesiastical godfather, as detailed on the website O Riomaiorense.

In summary, "Henriques de Carvalho de Rio Maior" is not a single individual, but rather the name of a family lineage with deep roots and long history in the Rio Maior region, with many members recorded in local historical documents, especially in the archives of the Church of Our Lady of the Conception.

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Nicky Haslam, the new keeper of "Camelot" / VÍDEO: Nicky Haslam's Hunting Lodge Home - Odiham Lodge

“Life at the Hunting Lodge was Camelot”

John Cornforth

"What I wanted here was something utterly unpretentious, very comfortable, with a veneer of elegance and informality.”

John Fowler

The grand, but diminutive, Hunting Lodge, former home of John Fowler, co-founder of the esteemed decorating firm Colefax and Fowler, is now home to Nicky Haslam. PHOTOGRAPH BY SIMON UPTON

For Love of Country

Nicky Haslam, renowned interior designer and London man-about-town, calls a 16th-century royal hunting lodge in the English countryside his home away from home—rose chintz sofas, portraits, flourishing garden and all

By RITA KONIG

Updated March 24, 2011 12:01 a.m. ET

http://www.wsj.com/articles/SB10001424052748704893604576200963193179624

Driving down to Nicky Haslam's country house from London, listening to the leading interior designer and legendary partygoer sing along to Cole Porter songs on the car stereo, we turn off a perfectly ordinary Hampshire road and into the woods. Immediately, we find ourselves transported from the mundane commuter belt to Little Red Riding Hood territory. Winding along a muddy lane, we come around a bend and see ahead, beyond a tilting, moss-covered wood gate, through the arching boughs of oak and chestnut trees, the Hunting Lodge.

Nicky Haslam, speaking on the phone. Above him is a portrait of his mother painted by the Scottish artist Robin Guthrie. PHOTOGRAPHS BY SIMON UPTON

Haslam's enchanting Jacobean-revival house was built in the 16th century for the Tudor king Henry VII as a resting place from the chase in these once-royal forests. It is said that here his eldest son, Arthur, Prince of Wales, met his fiancée, Catherine of Aragon, upon her arrival in England; Arthur died soon after the wedding, and Catherine subsequently married his younger brother, the future King Henry VIII. Charming history aside, the Lodge's true delight is its miniature grandeur. "The English truly understand the dynamic between buildings and land," Haslam says. "On the continent, the country is tamed into submission round a house, while in America homes are statements in that vast landscape. Most English houses, grand or small, nestle in an intimate pastoral setting."

Once inside, the Lodge is everything that is romantic about England, and perfectly encapsulates that terrible phrase, "English country-house style"—the combination of real beauty, some age, a bit of mud, certainly a potted geranium or two and utter practicality. For practicality is where the English, who never take aesthetics too seriously, reign supreme. The entrance hall alone is a thing of such charm. It is a perfectly proportioned, neat square, the paneled walls painted in a slubby, satin, oystery color. The ceiling has a vague marble effect. "To hide the cracks!" Haslam says. Centered between two doors—one to a cloakroom lined with framed letters from Charles and Camilla—is a console bearing a Baroque bust of an 18th-century nobleman, a pair of plants in cachepots and a basket with various gardening implements. The door handles and fingerplates are all ancient, brass and beautiful. The silk curtains, again in oyster and hung from carved wood pelmets, are a nod to John Fowler, legendary British interior designer and co-founder of Colefax and Fowler, who was the Lodge's previous tenant. Today, there are still quite a few of his elegant, understated hallmarks throughout the house.

Haslam, sitting in an outdoor pavilion PHOTOGRAPH BY SIMON UPTON

Haslam leased the house from the National Trust in 1978 or, as he puts it, "the year Mrs. T came to power," and has been adding to the rooms ever since. Each corner is filled with personal details that reflect his eclectic style. There are piles of books on every surface; pictures are stacked under tables and on chairs; end tables are softly lit by pretty shades made from concertinaed Mauny wallpaper. In one room, Haslam has hung the original floorplans for James Wyatt's Waterloo Palace—it was to have been a gift from a grateful nation to the Duke of Wellington after his victory over Napoleon—which would have supposedly been far larger than Versailles but funnily enough proved too expensive to realize. Stacked against that are engravings and drawings from his friends: Graham Sutherland, David Hockney and Lucian Freud. "I don't consciously collect anything drily precious or impersonal; I just seem to have acquired pretty bits over the years and, of course, some of those bits came from now-famous old friends," Haslam says. "I tend to look out for things with a resonance to my youth—artists or objects that seemed romantic all those years ago. I never buy anything purely for its value. I like possessions that smile back at me."

This comfortable country scene is in striking contrast with Haslam's London life, where, in addition to running his thriving design business, his evenings revolve around art openings, the opera, premieres, dinners at The Wolseley and Scott's, shopping at Topman and holiday jaunts on his friends' yachts. He is such a natural man of leisure that it's easy to forget how hardworking he is. When asked about his recent clients, Haslam says, "I really think giving lists of clients is very common. But at a pinch you could mention Ringo Starr, Oleg Deripaska, the Rodney Smiths in New Orleans, both the Saatchi brothers, a mansion in Ireland, a chalet in Klosters, a mas in the Midi, a couple of villas on Cap Ferrat . . ."

Haslam has also been a columnist for the Evening Standard; regularly writes for the Spectator; has contributed to Vanity Fair; is a talented artist—he paints watercolors of the interiors he's designing for his clients; and, as his earlier Cole Porter serenading suggests, he sings. He recently headlined two nights at the Savoy's Beaufort Bar in London.

The best houses reflect the inhabitant, and the Lodge is brimming with tokens of Haslam's humor and buzzing social life. In the sitting room, the walls are painted in oxblood mixed with distemper. "It's the color of old cloth Elastoplast," says Haslam of its similarity to Band-Aids. "They used to paint the outside of buildings with it to stop the flies from coming inside." The glazed wood mantel­piece is lined with photographs, invitations and Christmas cards, which seems odd given that it's October. But then, one is from the late Princess of Wales and another is a framed "Christmas 1965" photograph from Cecil Beaton. Over the past 50 years, Haslam has rolled like a snowball through life, collecting colorful friends, including rock stars, movie stars, royalty, oligarchs, Etonians, couturiers, photographers, artists and godchildren, to whom he collectively dedicated "Redeeming Features," his 2009 memoir. "We've all got Nicky stories, but you have to pardon him for whatever he's done, because he's such a life enhancer. When you're with him it is like the sun comes out," says Hannah Rothschild, who recently directed a documentary, "Hi Society," about the designer.

The purpose of my visit is to see the Lodge's latest addition, the garden room. The outbuilding was originally designed by Fowler but had become run down over the years. "I wanted to make it part of the main house even though the two are not connected," Haslam says. "It clearly needed a fireplace and when I found this dotty Rococo number, I knew that a whole makeover was imminent!" He also decided to redesign the attached working greenhouse. From the main house of the Lodge, one walks through a Gothic door in the sitting room and out onto the lawn. Double lines of pleached hornbeam trees lead down to a hidden flower garden and an obelisk-posted white gate. Beyond, a meadow with a rough-cut ride ends at the bank of a lake.

It is spectacularly pretty, even more so because of the lawn, which is mowed in a different pattern each week. During my visit, it was cut on the diagonal and, as a very detail-oriented Haslam pointed out, the lines moved uninterrupted through the gateposts. Looking back from this vantage point, the main house looks like an 18th-century tiara, built in the palest handmade pink bricks with a roofline topped by three soaring gables. Roses, vines and magnolias garland the leaded arabesque windows, under which rest antique metal benches. A lantern with candles inside hangs from one of the vines.

The anteroom off the sitting room, with a portrait of Haslam's mother by the Scottish painter Robin Guthrie. PHOTOGRAPH BY SIMON UPTON

To continue to the garden room, one passes through the leaf-shaded greenhouse, painted in the subtlest shade of gray-green and lined by a waist-high shelf stacked with dozens of aged terra-cotta pots, geraniums and other green things awaiting instruction. An open cupboard displays a collection of blue-and-white china, a gift from his friend Annabel Astor (mother of Samantha Cameron, the British Prime Minister's wife). Then, through a tiny vestibule papered by Fowler in something 18th century, silver and flowery, one comes into the new garden room.

The interior is lovely and quite different from the Lodge. It has a double cube footprint with an airy, pitched ceiling and three large French windows. A pair of sofas flanking the fireplace are upholstered in rose chintz. Many of Haslam's own fabrics are here, including a pair of show-wood chairs covered in a rickrack stripe he calls Zephyr after his black Pekingese dog. The lavender Balcony Stripe curtains are also the decorator's creation, available through his firm, NH Design. There are other Haslam originals, too: a plastic pineapple ice bucket on the drinks tray that he found somewhere long forgotten and painted white with green detailing, as well as wall sconces also painted white with green spots. It's a charming room built for Haslam's larger groups of friends. "When I entertain, I like it to appear as casual as possible, but in fact I will have orchestrated everything quite carefully, by producing surprises for the eye, mouth and ear," he says. "I prefer to do it all myself. I'm a pretty good cook and the house is too small to tell the help where things should go."

In winter, Haslam entertains in the Lodge's frescoed dining room, as he did last December when he threw a 16-person New Year's Eve party. In summer, he prefers one of the garden pavilions, with drinks before and after in the garden room. Since the house is located less than 40 miles from London, the designer enjoys inviting people for Sunday lunch, such as his "greatest friend" Min Hogg, founder of the style bible The World of Interiors, neighbors like Jemma and Arthur Mornington (she is the makeup artist Jemma Kidd; he is the heir to the Duke of Wellington), and Tom Stoppard, who has learned to be careful of the house's low doorways.

The walls in the sitting room are painted in oxblood with distemper. The Marie Antoinette bust, which Haslam describes as "a very good 19th-century copy" of the Houdon original, belonged to the designer's father and sits next to a bunch of flowers picked up at the supermarket. ENLARGE

The walls in the sitting room are painted in oxblood with distemper. The Marie Antoinette bust, which Haslam describes as "a very good 19th-century copy" of the Houdon original, belonged to the designer's father and sits next to a bunch of flowers picked up at the supermarket.

I stayed the night and after dinner we sat at the kitchen table listening to old tunes on Spotify, a new free website that plays what seems like every song ever recorded. It was funny, really, as Haslam nipped off to the fridge for a delicious bottle of Yquem, to think how I was in the house of one of London's most glittering and long-standing socialites, a man who knows and has partied with everyone. And yet here we were, cozily sitting in the kitchen of a wonderfully decorated house, with the spirit of John Fowler and some royal romance hanging in the air.

I left very early the following morning to catch a plane. Haslam was up at 5:30 a.m. making me coffee and toast, with Radio 4 on for company. It was still dark when my cab drove away, and as I turned back for one last look, I saw Haslam standing backlit at the kitchen door in his dressing gown, waving goodbye. Off I went, down Little Red Riding Hood's path once more.