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Let’s dive into Part Three of the adventurous life of 20th century design trailblazer Charlotte Perriand.
Missed the first two episodes? Start at the beginning or jump into Part Two to get caught up.
After narrowly escaping arrest during a house raid by Viet Minh partisans, Charlotte and her daughter manage to leave Vietnam aboard a repatriation ship in early 1946.
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Welcome back to Part Two of our journey through the remarkable life of 20th-century design trailblazer Charlotte Perriand.
If you missed the beginning of her story, you can catch up here.
Charlotte is by now an independent young woman at the beginning of her 30s, looking for more than just sexual freedom. Next to shift is her professional relationship with modernist architect Le Corbusier. And the devastating consequences of the Second World War are looming on the horizon.
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It is early morning in Paris. She opens her bathroom window and climbs on the roof of her apartment. A deep breath, a quick look over the neighbourhood of Montparnasse. She stretches, moves her head in a wide circle and starts exercising in the fresh air. After half an hour, she returns to her one-bedroom flat under the roof. The tiny apartment is quirky.
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Adam’s first wife wasn’t Eve.
Some say Adam’s first wife was Lilith. And Lilith was evil, they say.
This is her story.
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I really don’t know any more how it happened. We were sitting in the car and suddenly there was this bright light and some unbearable noise.
I had rubbed some dirt off a chopped tomato tin from our grocery shopping at Aldi and all of a sudden this impeccably dressed guy in a 1930s cocktail tuxedo outfit was sitting next to me in the car.
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I rest my head on his broad chest, I hear his rhythmic breathing and he whispers: “Oh, you are exhausted, aren’t you? You poor one.” I nod and he sings me a lullaby. He has an excellent voice. A mix of Aretha Franklin and Ryan Gosling. So soothing and affirmative. Having said this, Stanley can change his voice to whatever he wants. It really depends on my mood. He is so amazingly versatile.
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It was a perfect summer. I was staying at an extraordinary abode in South France, at the holiday-house-slash-mansion of a friend.
We had met at work. She used to be my boss when I was working at a London based software company. It was a girls-only weekend away and we discussed every little bit of our lives. What we admitted to be uncovered, that was.
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Of course, one knows Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart. The musical genius and society eccentric. And for sure, you have hummed along some of Mozart’s songs from “Eine kleine Nachtmusik” or “The Magic Flute”. If not in the opera, then while on the phone listening to music on hold in a waiting loop.
Yet, most likely you haven’t heard of his sister Maria Anna Mozart. And most likely, you don’t know either that Maria Anna Mozart was the original musical prodigy.
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Our humble roots are in hunting and gathering, and we need to re-program ourselves to respond to our rapid adoption of technology and automation. Linked is the relationship between women and men. The Marriage Concept is broken.
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So here’s a tale I want to share with you. Let me reconstruct the scene. Sunny day, chairs outside in the garden, birds chirping. My sis and I during a heart-to-heart. No, not birds, I made that up.
Her: Why don’t you meet anyone?
Moi: Dunno.
Her: How about dating?
Moi: Yes, I’d love to.
Her: Soooo, how about …
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