Heaven in the 7th

Postcards from Paris...

After my big loss of Le Sublime, I took a little break from trying to find the perfect Paris pad. I tried to ignore the barrage of emails, with pictures of seductive floors, enticing moldings and 19^th century stone facades. I tried not to click on google maps for a daily walk up and down the streets of a neighborhood. I avoided some of my favorite French websites and didn’t try to hone in on buildings from the sky, at different angles, to measure the angle of the sun at various times of the day. I tried not to focus on Paris and instead kept busy with a multitude of other projects, with the gallery, trips to Provence, and of course, my little family. And I was successful at it … until this photo popped up in my inbox.

Followed by another one, that just clarified the location for me.

Some people might think, what’s the big deal? So you have a view of the Eiffel Tower? What makes you think this is a great apartment?

But you see, I’ve been doing this for almost three years! I know this neighborhood inside and out. I can look at this photo and tell you that the apartment is within a stone’s throw of the rue Cler, one of the most bustling and colorful market streets in Paris. I know that it’s around the corner from the rue St. Dominique, home of about six fabulous restaurants, most of which are owned and run by that new prince of cuisine, Christian Constant. I know the buses that run up and down the street and I love the metro stop, which is a five minute walk away. I’ve walked the short stroll to the Seine river, and to the Champ de Mars, and know that from this location, my puppy will get the most scenic work out that she’s ever experienced.

And although I’m not an haute couture kind of gal, I certainly like the idea of being just minutes from the avenue Montaigne, even though I’ll probably never set foot in Chanel, Dior or Christian Lacroix.

Without even looking further, I know that this apartment is in “my” hood. Oh dear. These don’t come up very often. I may just have to pursue it.

And then I catch a glimpse of the floors! “My floors!” I’m in trouble now …

From the floors and the moulding, I can tell that it’s a Haussmann style building, probably built a little before the turn of the century (1890’s). I’m pretty sure that it’s on the 2^nd floor, which is not my favorite, but I do see advantages to not being up high, especially since I’ve had experience with Parisian elevators. And, this apartment is on a very wide street, so there’s nothing blocking the sun from pouring in, which is another check in its favor.

I read the description and the size and realize that it’s perfect. At 800 square feet, it’s just enough to be a small two bedroom, which is exactly what I’m looking for. There’s only one bathroom, but that can probably be remedied. And the pictures of the kitchen are definitely not what I’m looking for. But that too, is a cosmetic fix. I’m starting to hyperventilate, just a little.

It’s time to look at this building from the sky, measure the sun and walk to the nearest bakery. I see that it’s on a large courtyard, so I figure that the bedrooms, surely located in the back, will actually get some good light. I look at the angle of the sun and figure that in the summer time, the front of the building will have sun pouring in from early afternoon to sunset.

I get out google maps, and sprint around the neighborhood, counting the number of restaurants, gourmet shops, pharmacies (my personal favorites!), and yes, even veterinary clinics. I visit some of the local dress shops, antique stores and art galleries that dot every street. I look at the florists, the hair dressers, the shoe repair shops, the cheese shops, the wine stores, and start counting the bakeries and take out gourmet shops, until my stomach begins to rumble. I ensure that there are no restaurants downstairs whose odors could penetrate the apartment. And I count the number of buses that all stop within a five minute walk.

By the time I finish my google tour, I am panting, exhausted and exhilirated. And ready to call the realtor.

But what if this one turns out to be sold? Can I bear another loss? Can I take my poor readers through another roller coaster ride? And will I finally find my little slice of heaven in the 7th?

I have no choice. This apartment speaks to me. I make the call and hold my breath.

Stay tuned!

Tata,

A.

Huffingtons in France - Linda & Ann take on Provence

At the market preparing for our group – no such thing as too much basil!

I am in France right now with Linda on a gallery trip to Provence and it’s one of the most fun trips we’ve ever had. I know, that’s a dangerous thing to say since we never want to play favorites and of course we love all our children equally! But what makes this trip so special is the camaraderie of the ladies in this group whose deep bonds of friendship date back to college days. They know each other so well that the jabs are flying constantly while the laughter is contagious, and Linda and I are spending half our time doubled over in stitches. Perhaps there is a little wine flowing in the evenings, but all in all, it’s such good fun.

One of my favorite parts of this trip is that for at least one guest, it is her first trip to France. Seeing it all through her eyes is like reliving it and appreciating it for the first time.

We’ve got a great system of helpers on our trips, the main one being the ever adorable and so fashionably footed Christophe, our driver. Today, taking a little side trip to the train station with Christophe, I learned that his motivation for guiding people around France is the same as ours – which is the joy you get for playing a part in showing people the unexpected, whether it’s the first time they’ve seen it or not.

The Fashionable Feet of Christophe

Christophe was a pilot in a previous life who took clients on circuits over parts of the marvelously varied Provence countryside. He said that the holidays were a busy season for him with many people offering his plane trip to their friends or families as a very special Christmas present. His favorite clients were the skeptics, like the farmer who was born and raised on his land and thought that nobody could teach him anything new. He described the farmer arriving begrudgingly to the airport, reluctant to get on a plane because he’d seen it all and knew the land thoroughly from the ground. And then slowly, as Christophe guided the plane over all the familiar territory, the farmer became mesmerized and enchanted by the countryside below, seeing it for the first time from a completely different perspective. By the time he finished the trip, Christophe said that the farmer was enchanted and beguiled by the beauty and the experience. Christophe said he loved that kind of client, and was so excited to appreciate it all over again through someone else’s eyes.

The fabulous and fashionably footed Christophe

I could really relate to this. The ladies on the trip often say, “Don’t you get tired of doing the trips and taking people to the same places every day?” and my answer is a resounding no! With each new group I get to see it through their eyes and appreciate it all over again, reliving it for the first time. Like Christophe, I sometimes even get a skeptic, someone who expects all French people to be rude and a tad anti-American. I try not to say anything, and just let the week unfold. And then little by little I get to hear each night about some random act of kindness or some unusual quirk that happened during the day. As the week evolves, I usually find that they discover something new, not just about the French but about themselves as well.

Our ladies of the week

In some ways it reminds me of life the gallery, when clients come in and admit their fear of buying art or of appearing uneducated by asking the wrong question. If there is one thing we have strived for, it is to make that person feel comfortable in our gallery. We hope they come away from their visit knowing that there are no right or wrong answers, that art is subjective, and that they should buy what speaks to them personally for whatever reason. We love it when that person comes back to the gallery, having enjoyed the process -- and the paintings.

And so it goes with these trips. If we can succeed in showing you things you’d never experienced before and opening your eyes and all of your senses to appreciate something new and unexpected, not only have we done our “job” but you will have given us an equal amount of pleasure.

New friends, on top of the world!

And that’s the case with our trip this week, and what a pleasure it has been! All I can really say is thank you to this tremendous group of women, who have given us the opportunity to see the beauty through their eyes and have taught us all again about the power of friendship, laughter and the deep bonds that connect us all together. Merci mesdames, for the week and for the happy reflections.

Our beautiful Ralph Lauren model, and her reflections

Tata,

A.

Honing In On: Nature (Or, Birds, Bees, Nests and Twigs Fall Under Angie Renfro’s Spell)

You probably know by now that we Huffingtons never miss an opportunity to brag about our artists…all of them work so hard and fill our days with such beauty and inspiration, so when something marvelous happens, we all like to crow!

This month, we’re thrilled to boast about Angie Renfro who just scored a lovely write-up in American Art Collector. Of course, we’re not surprised considering that Angie’s tenderly painted work seldom stays long on our walls.

Angie Renfro’s paintings are softly painted, tender – and a little nostalgic.(“You’d Still Be Here” 24 x 24)

And as timing would have it, we’ve been waiting for the perfect opportunity to blog about this honest and humble artist - et voila! It fell perfectly into our laps. And, to get started, here’s Huff Harrington on Angie:

It’s been a few years since Angie burst onto our horizon and we were immediately struck with two things: one, she’s an exceptionally talented artist with a gift for giving true beauty and meaning to life’s often overlooked objects that most of us miss. Second, we gravitated to her lively and fun personality – she’s got an easy-going personality and a whimsical, funny sense of humor.

Angie’s popular Bee series literally flew out of the gallery. We love the quirky and sweet nature of these – you can almost hear this bee buzzing happily away.(“When The Road Runs Out” 8 x 8)

Our relationship developed over time and over the internet (we know, it sounds weird, but Angie was on one side of the country and we were on the other) and we’ve never failed to be impressed with the insightful and thoughtful paintings Angie sends us. Our clients obviously feel the same way because Angie has fiercely loyal base of fans who can’t get enough of her work.

We can’t quite put our finger on the quality that is infused in her work, but it is always exceptionally heartfelt and gentle. We’ve always loved the multi-layered and transparent technique she uses that fills the paintings with a sense of airiness and space.

Drips, texture and layer on layer of luscious paint. Who knew a lowly weed could be so spectacular?(“This Necessary Surrender” 16 x 16)

Now…here’s Angie on Angie:

Ann and Meg: Give us a little background on yourself and how you began painting.
Angie: It seems I've always been drawn to art. As I kid I would make my own coloring books because I was dissatisfied with the quality of the ones I had. When I was about 10 or so, my parents enrolled me in a painting class that met weekly in our teacher's converted garage. I think it was that early exposure to painting that sparked my love of it and I've been doing it ever since.

Ann and Meg: You seem drawn to things in nature – birds, bees, nests, weeds, twigs. What’s the attraction?
Angie: I'm most drawn to subject matter that is often overlooked. It's not so much about the birds as it is that birds on a telephone wires create a striking composition that often goes unnoticed. The same is true with the bees - I think insects can be really interesting and beautiful and just wanted to play with that idea.

Angie’s titles are particularly intriguing: This one is called “And This Is When Her Heart Broke”

Angie hones in on Nature’s spontaneous composition (“The Cornerless Tomorrows” 24 x 12)

Ann and Meg: How do you paint? Give us a typical hour in Angie’s studio. Is there music? Time of day? Starbucks?
Angie: I usually get to the studio around 11am. Coffee is most definitely an integral part of my painting process, though I opt to support my independent local coffee shops. I get settled in with my brushes in one hand and coffee cup in the other and start painting away. I usually listen to NPR or podcasts. I prefer listening to people talk while I'm working.

Ann and Meg: What’s the process that goes into a painting? Layers of paint and long dry-time?
Angie: I start with a layer of brightly colored acrylic paint, which varies from painting to painting. Then I sketch in the composition with charcoal. The next step is to define the positive and negative space with a high contrast layer of oil paint. After that layer dries, I work on top to refine the shapes and add color, again using oil paint.

Ann and Meg: What or whom is your art inspiration?
Angie: I find the most inspiration from stuff I see on road trips. I often find myself pulling off the road to photograph random rusty things. It takes me forever to get anywhere. I just moved to Chicago and all this new input and new environment is really exciting and inspiring.

In the American Art Collector piece, Angie says she’s “inspired by industrial landscapes at the moment.” Only Angie could take an old, beat-up and weathered factory and create pure visual poetry with it.(“The Factory” 24 x 32)

Ann and Meg: Favorite museum? Go-to painting when you’ve got artist’s block?
Angie: In San Francisco, where I just moved from, it was the DeYoung. Now that I'm in Chicago, I've got a whole slew of new museums to check out. The Art Institute is amazing. I've embarrassingly not yet been to the Contemporary Museum of Art. I seek out contemporary art when I'm feeling stuck, so I'm sure the CMA will fast become my favorite.

Ann and Meg: What most people don’t know about me…
Angie: That's a hard one...I suppose that I'm quite a nerd/artist hybrid. What I didn't mention before about the podcasts I listen to while working is that they are mostly science-based podcasts. If I had to do it all over again, I'd want to be a neurologist.

Ann and Meg: My favorite way to unwind is to…
Angie: I'm a big fan of picnics. I'll just grab a friend or two and some wine and cheese and hang out in the park. Also, I love going on long runs with my dog, Lucille.

The egg looks so comfortable in that twiggy and organic nest (“And Still I Wait For An Answer,” 18 x 36)

Ann and Meg: Favorite travel destination? Why?
Angie: That's also a hard one. I suppose Spain is one of the most artistically stimulating for me. It's just so vibrant - the people, the culture, the food...It is definitely a place I'd like to live someday.

Ann and Meg: Three things you can’t live without?
Angie: Coffee, baked goods, my laptop

Ann and Meg: Favorite flower (or weed!)?
Angie: I suppose right now it is the dandelion. I just began a series of paintings of them and find them really interesting and beautiful.

The lowly dandelion finally gets some respect (“The Time It Sometimes Takes” 12 x 12)

Ann and Meg: You never leave the house without?
Angie: Lip-gloss, water bottle, snacks (I'm always hungry), sketchbook

Ann and Meg: Three words for aspiring artists:
Angie: Find your voice.

Thanks, Angie. We’re your biggest fans.

Ta Ta.

HH

From the Sublime … to the Ridiculous. Paris Apartment, Part X

“It sold.” Her voice sounded so drained of its usual contagious energy, I thought she just might pass out on the phone. “It sold from under us.”

I felt like I had been hit in the stomach. I couldn’t believe my ears and I kept hoping I’d heard her wrong. Of all the exciting things I had dreamed my agent would tell me in the morning, the sublime apartment selling from under me was not one that I even considered, especially after all the assurances that it was mine for the taking. “How could this happen? “ I shrieked, “I thought we were the first?”

“We were the first with Robert,” she told me, “but another agent got the keys too. He brought an offer with him and it was accepted on the spot.

And thus we plunged from the sublime to what I think of as the ridiculous way the real estate market works in Paris.

First off, the fact that there is no multiple listing service means that realtors are all competing against each other. And therefore it behooves the seller to list their apartment with more than one agent. So you never know until it happens whether another agent will undercut you in your offer. And as a result, there is no winner here: Not the buyer, the seller or the agent.

And then the whole Parisian pricing structure has completely mystified me from the very beginning. If the market is as hot as it is, and if the good properties sell for full price before they even go on the market, why don’t they just raise the prices? Instead, they group properties by “Arrondissement” and determine that all apartments in one arrondissement will sell for 10,000 euros per square meter, while another neighboring arrondissement can fetch up to 12,000 euros. But what if, like the sublime, you’re in the 3^rd arrondissement, which is typically about 2,000 less than the 6^th or 7^th, but you’re in a great location next to the Place des Vosges, and your apartment has great bones, and is highly desirable? Wouldn’t you price it higher than the going rate, if there is more demand for that type of apartment? And what if your apartment sells to the first buyer even before it officially goes on the market, for full-price? Wouldn’t that possibly imply that it was underpriced?

I was so deflated by the loss of the sublime that I couldn’t think of anything else for days. Don’t get me wrong: I knew that this wasn’t a life sentence, or anything remotely as significant. I’ve always known that my idea of buying a pied-a-terre in Paris is a complete luxury, but it has been my dream for years, and I’ve made a lot of concessions to achieve this dream. So losing the best one that came my way was a huge loss. Nothing too serious, I realize, but still … enough hurt and sadness and loss that it has taken its toll, and a long while to recover.

And then I started wondering about the whole price thing. Perhaps I was the one who was ridiculous here, because hadn’t I agreed to pay full price for a shabby, dusty, dirty apartment that needed to be renovated from scratch and was a third floor walk up? What if, for sake of argument, I took the money I was about to throw at something sight unseen and spent it on a house that I could actually see in Atlanta? What kind of house would that buy me in Atlanta? And that led me to a very interesting comparison. Who’s being ridiculous now?

Le Sublime: Trash filled, one bedroom, needing a major facelift

And what the same dollars would buy today in Atlanta

The kitchen at Le Sublime

The kitchen at the Atlanta equivalents

The 17th century beams at Le Sublime

The beams in Atlanta

The 10 foot ceilings of Le Sublime

The 20 foot ceilings in Atlanta

The “back yard” view from Le Sublime

The backyard of Atlanta

All Atlanta photos courtesy of Atlanta Fine Homes

This house, located on one of the nicest streets in the fanciest neighborhoods of Atlanta, really spoke to me (and I’ve always had a soft spot for a pool, especially onethat you can just walk out to from the main floor). And I can hear all my French friends questioning my sanity for even considering a dusty, noisy 3rd floor walkup apartment in a creaky, 17th century Parisian building in the 3rd Arrondissement, over a pristine house in perfect condition on Valley Road in Atlanta.

Here we sit in beautiful sunny Atlanta with more houses on the market than ever before and with surplus inventory for years to come. And in Paris, I can’t even be the first bid, even when I’m ready to pounce with a fulltime offer before the apartment goes on the market. Is there something wrong with this picture? Have we indeed gone from the sublime to the ridiculous?

This whole game has not been about price but about realizing a long-time dream. So no matter how beautiful a house might be in Atlanta, or Phoenix or Dallas or Boston, it’s not what I’m going after right now. In many ways, this exercise has helped me with a dose of reality. Maybe it’s time to relax a little, and let things follow their course. Le sublime wasn’t meant to be, but maybe it was meant to slow me down. Was it really worth my getting so worked up and upset over something as basic as … an apartment? Surely, there will be others. And surely, I need to get a grip on reality. Maybe even get my priorities refocused.

Maybe I need to just stop looking for awhile. Stop racing to the computer first thing when I wake up to see if any new listings popped up overnight. Stop calling my agent over every little glimmer of hope. Stop fantasizing about herringbone floors, ancient beams, and Louis XVI fireplaces, crystal chandeliers, and windows with a view. Stop thinking about the croissants, the bistrots, the cheese shops, the open parks, the organ concerts, the window shopping, the long walks along the Seine with my puppy (or hubby!). Maybe I should take a break and just stop dreaming the dream for awhile...

Or maybe not.

Stay tuned!

Tata,

A.