Sacha Baumann is an artist and designer living and working in Los Angeles.

Proud to be for Day 32 #100DaysStudioObj

Proud to be for Day 32 #100DaysStudioObj

I went on a Henry James reading binge 5 or 6 years ago, in part inspired by Michelle Huneven's Jamesland—a wonderful novel I highly recommend that is an extra special treat for those Los Angeles folks living in the Silver Lake, Atwater Village, Frog Town, Los Feliz part of town.

Reading Henry James is pure pleasure. Elegant descriptions, gossip, satire, plot twists, romance, politics—great summer reading. Truthfully, over time the novels have melded into one for me, but I do remember a particular phrase at the very beginning of The American that made me immediately love the book: "aesthetic headache." It still makes me laugh.

My copy of The American was super tattered and falling apart, but had a wonderful graphic cover, pictured above. I threw the pages away as I read the book, but I held onto the cover. It makes the rotation in my studio in various I-can't-not-see-it-everyday spots.

It's just genius design. Stark, simple, evocative and right on point. At once we know the concerns of the book. I keep it close at hand because it is beautiful and also as a reminder that clean, simple design can be bold and brilliant.

I looked up the quote that has stuck with me all these years—it's from the very first paragraph of the book, introducing the reader to pleasures ahead:

"On a brilliant day in May, in the year 1868, a gentleman was reclining at his ease on the great circular divan which at that period occupied the centre of the Salon Carre, in the Museum of the Louvre. This commodious ottoman has since been removed, to the extreme regret of all weak-kneed lovers of the fine arts, but the gentleman in question had taken serene possession of its softest spot, and, with his head thrown back and his legs outstretched, was staring at Murillo's beautiful moon-borne Madonna in profound enjoyment of his posture. He had removed his hat, and flung down beside him a little red guide-book and an opera-glass. The day was warm; he was heated with walking, and he repeatedly passed his handkerchief over his forehead, with a somewhat wearied gesture. And yet he was evidently not a man to whom fatigue was familiar; long, lean, and muscular, he suggested the sort of vigor that is commonly known as "toughness." But his exertions on this particular day had been of an unwonted sort, and he had performed great physical feats which left him less jaded than his tranquil stroll through the Louvre. He had looked out all the pictures to which an asterisk was affixed in those formidable pages of fine print in his Badeker; his attention had been strained and his eyes dazzled, and he had sat down with an aesthetic headache."

What's been filling my days for Day 33 #100DaysStudioObj

What's been filling my days for Day 33 #100DaysStudioObj

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