Journaux Des Fétichismes

Autumn Evening, 1895 *** Like other species, artists club together in movements not just for purposes of identification but for longevity. Individuals who don’t belong to schools take longer establishing reputations during their lifetimes, and tend to lose them sooner after their deaths. Henri Le Sidaner (1862–1939) was one such individual: a contemporary of the Post-Impressionists who painted in dots but was not a Pointillist; revelled in complementary colours but was not a Fauve; and drew a veil of dreams over reality but was not a Symbolist, or only briefly. He was, as his friend the critic Gabriel Mourey described him, ‘a sort of mystic who has no faith’. When asked what school he belonged to, his own reply was: ‘None. But if you absolutely insist on categorising me, I am an intimist.’ If you’ve never heard of Le Sidaner, this may be why. But now the artist posthumously dismissed by the great Post-Impressionist scholar John Rewald as a fabricator of ‘post office cale

Hello, my darlings. As most of you may already know, I was lucky enough to be shortlisted for the Best New Fashion Blog Award sponsored by Next at the Cosmopolitan Blog Awards. So on Tuesday I made my way over to the OXO Tower in London for the Blog Awards Bash to find out who the winners were. I put my brave face on and with a glass of bubbles in my hand, I went to introduce myself to some friendly looking bloggers. I met a lot of lovely people and after about an hour and a half of mingling, all of the bloggers gathered at one end of the room to hear the results we had all been waiting for. Even though my blog didn't win, I have no other reason but to be happy and proud that Journaux Des Fetichismes is in the top 10 (out of 46,000 applicants..yep, you read that right haha) Best New Fashion Blogs. My mind reminded me that my blog is barely a year old and that it's only the beginning.  With the adorable  Monica The rest of the evening was spent drinkin