Peggy and Dogs

If you go to Venice, make sure you go to Burano for a look at lace, and

drop in at Peggy's Palazzo Venier dei Leoni, on the Grand Canal.
It houses one of Europe's premier art collections.

You won't be disappointed.

There's a lot to see.

Art aside.
Here I am sitting in her Byzantine throne chair, in the Palazzo's garden.

Shot by Mr Fascinata, not Karl Lagerfeld as per Lara Stone's visit, below.

But nonetheless, still fabulous.

And here's Peggy.

She put Modern Art on the map.

 It's no secret that Peggy Guggenheim loved art and dogs.

She also had a thing for sunglasses and hanging with artists of all guises.
But, she did favour the Surrealists.
She married Max Ernst at one stage.
Imagine that rollercoaster.

 

Apparently she would lounge

in bed for days at a time, shrieking for her lovers to bring more Champagne.

 Next to her grave is an olive tree gifted to her by Yoko Ono.
This fascinated me, because I started to think about of all the people she
knew, Yoko's gift was it.
There's a plaque to note the gesture.

She always had three or four Lhaso Apso pups at a time.

And those little fluff balls lie near in the tranquil setting.

Yapping their heads off, for an eternity.

The garden's lovely; you can just imagine what sort

of frippery would have gone on.

 

With a nod to Peggy, instead of doing the housework today,

I was shooting the dogs' portraits.

Juxtaposed against that faux zebra rug.

Mind you, it's still a dyed cow-hide, apologies re any vegans viewing.

I am a bit nervous about showing my feet in this shot.

As I read about one lovely blogger's new Hermes sandals

 and in her commentary followers were

giving her medical advice about podiatry and bunion issues.

I hope no-one picks up anything unforseen.

 I've utilised shape, colour and focal point.

 And, a bit of texture.

 Stay creative.

Use the elements any way you can.

 



Cipriani. Prego.

Come dine with me. At Cips.



Catch a water-taxi from your hotel at dusk.

So the sky's lovely, and you'll be happy with your photographs.

 

Pass Peggy and her friends, at the Guggenheim.

You won't get lost.

Leave the Grand Canal behind.

Head to Cip's private launch.

And, wait for your transport.

Exclusive use.



They'll organise a full-moon, too.

No trouble. Prego.

Start on the terrace.

With a Bellini.

Saunter inside, there's no dining on the terrace mid-September

there's too much ocean mist that might distract.

 



 Buona notte.

Night, night.