These paintings by Marco Battaglini are perhaps the best example of classical meeting modern that I know of:
Battaglini invites us to think that in today’s global village, with the ‘democratization’ of culture, the evolution of knowledge, information immediacy, immersed in the heterogeneity, the Patchwork Culture forces us to confront with a need understanding beyond our geographical boundaries of time. Probably the uniqueness of the Italian artist Marco Battaglini is to conceptualize the possible coexistence of the ideals of classical beauty with the anti-aesthetic, the combination of the divine and refined with the vulgar, through a composition that can complement different realities in an eternal instant. His research of multidimensionality leads him to overlap different temporal, spatial and cultural realities, where everything seems to make sense… This is ultimately the Battaglini’s purpose: remove barriers that distort the perception of reality.
You can see more of the experly painted works below: Pictures via Saatchiart.com
One great thing (amongst a million great things) in Paris is that there’s always something to do. Go out every night (check), see all the beautiful monuments of the city (and the Eiffel tower), charge your credit card until the bank vetoes any more materialistic consumptions (check and check). And then, when you are actually broke, you can live off ramen noodles for the week and go to all the free exhibitions that are taking place in Paris, being artsy and all that.
In honor of Miss Dior’s 65th anniversary, the Miss Dior exhibition just opened at the Grand Palais and so we went. Dedicated to the spirit of the fragrance, Christian Dior’s modern interpretation of a female icon and his close relationships with famous artists such as Picasso and Dalí, the exhibition featured the evolution of the fragrance itself, vintage Dior designs, but more interestingly (sorry, not too impressed by the pure brand content) the interpretation of Miss Dior by contemporary artists such as Lee Bul and Alyson Schotz.
The exposition is short and sweet, so skip the queue at the entrance because it is not worth queuing for half an hour if you only spend a maximum of one hour inside (pretend you’re a Swedish popstar, somehow that seems to work quite well here). And don’t miss the exhibition Paris Photo right next by!