Wednesday, May 25, 2011
The Chelsea Show was a revelation for the Society. Watershed. Or should we say a set of reused old wooden dilapidated shed cross beams. Our first impressions raised a lot of uncertainty. The artisan and smaller show gardens didn't impress from a Corpestian Method although from a traditional Western, post- classical, lush, technically complex, visually gratifying and superb applocation of space, shape, form and just sheer garden lust, it reigned supreme.
And then we entered the Main Pavilion. Here our first viewings gave hints of the Method alighting on corners, tucked into the nooks in the under stories. It was blended with a cool symmetry with the more traditional ( and less traditional- this is after all Chelsea) design features of water, stone, living sculptures ( see our photos below and in other postings) and Judge and VIP tables and benches strewn with drinks and chocolates and cheese.
But, the blockbuster was there waiting for outlast turn around the Pavilion. Here, confirmation of the reach of this new gardening movement found it's current masterpiece. We leave it to our intrepid consultants for further explanation in this week's blog entries.
Monday, May 23, 2011
Saturday, May 21, 2011
There was a big send off yesterday for the crew going out to Chelsea. As the main Society party venue, the "polo grounds" never quite reached the project stage, but the scaled back Adirondak Chair "circle of knowledge" really did. There's nothing like a bunch of gardeners tossing soil and killer rabbit stories back and forth with their weary selves plopped on plastic chairs and organic red wine dribbled onto their colorful foam knee pads.
The crew exercised restraint and laid off the drink due to a rumor that Heathrow is a hunting ground for post soviet landscape slave trade activities. You nod off in the terminal for a second and next you know your scraping permafrost off the fields of some Yugoslavian beet farm. Yes, the stories are true. The Society lost two senior members in the Great Perennial Pogrom of '89.
I think once the crew gets to central London they will be fine.
God speed to the crew!