Pisces 15° (March 5)


Paris, Day Forty Two of Sixty. And Day Fourteen of Bikram. I woke up at the crack after really only three hours of sleep but I felt energized so I quietly cleaned the kitchen and packed my yoga bag. S. got up. Actually she wasn’t sleeping apparently but when she saw me writing agent back she came through where A. was sleeping in the second salon. A. can apparently sleep through anything. We had some coffee and set off for yoga, where Martine was the teacher. Martine is the hardest teacher but I think I also like her the best. It was surely difficult and I am struggling as I edge up to the halfway point in my thirty classes in thirty days challenge. But you just have to cycle through it. I am pretty much doing all the postures now. I am only backing off on standing head to knee because it could be a trigger for injury. When I go tomorrow I will tell the teacher I’m just about at my limit which I am. We now have three publishers interested. I heard back from the branding project and I think I budgeted too much. So we will just dial it all back and see what’s what. I had a feeling that I might have been asking for too much but S. thinks it’s best that I have set that precedent but we shall see. After class I did some writing. It is now clear to me that my neck, ear, throat issues are all the same thing and that the yoga is really bringing it all out. This is a good thing. I really have to sit down and figure out when I’m going to be able to do what. I’m going to have to move up the branding work and take something off the schedule. I would also like a weekend to go through all my receipts and see what’s what. Also I think I need a couple weeks off, now, to be honest. I’m going to redo my calendar and work on other stuff. I think we are having second thoughts about being in London give the virus scare. It really is quite a huge thing. S. is having dinner in the hood with Griet; I did some water and wine shopping and I’m just sitting here wondering what to do with my time. I will go around the corner then have dinner by myself at La Fronde because I haven’t eaten enough raw meat apparently. I really need to rethink what I’m doing with all of this but it’s okay. I will sit down and look at the calendar.

It’s stupid to sit here in any case and struggle to think of things to say. I’m much better off getting on with things another way. I brought these French books here but haven’t read them. I think I will try and stash them somewhere in the house. Otherwise I’ll just pack them up and bring them back. I do think I will have more stuff now going home. And I would like to do a little shopping. We shall see. I’m so sad to leave and yet at the same time I’m worried about getting stuck here. I’m looking at my school note book and on the first day of class I wrote: “Maybe you can start a totally new course and have your fee go to that,” in reaction to S. thinking she was too advanced for the class which it ended up she wasn’t. Une grotte is a cave in nature. Une cave es ten dessous de la maison. Rencontrer is the first time you. LLL is writing me. I think Se voir apres the premiere recontre. Words with tion endings are always feminine and words with ment endings are always masculine. I was reading this today:

From Edward Rubin on Chanel:

Today’s selection — from Condé Nast by Susan Ronald.
Coco Chanel and World War II:

“In 1923, Misia, the Russian-born wife of the painter Jose Maria Sert, ruled the heart of Parisian bohe­mian society. Misia was also the inseparable friend of Coco Cha­nel. She boosted Chanel’s rise to the dizzy heights as czarina of the Paris fashion world, with her low-waisted, brief-skirted, and ‘infinitely graceless chemise frock.’ But Chanel’s real genius be­gan with the use of simple fabrics like jersey, felt berets, and straw hats, reminiscent of Chanel’s childhood in the French coun­tryside. So, when Chanel hit upon this nostalgic note, it caught on. Essentially Chanel was a milliner, and wearing a Chanel hat during wartime became a show of patriotism. Through her long affair with ‘Bendor,’ Hugh Grosvenor, duke of Westminster, she became accepted among the British upper crust just as she had with the Parisian beau monde who wintered on the Riviera. Cha­nel elbowed aside Poiret, just as he had given Jeanne Paquin the push. But when Chanel disembarked from Bendor’s yacht, Flying Cloud, ‘brown as a cabin boy,’ she shattered the last of the Vic­torian taboos and introduced her longest-lasting fashion — the suntan. …
“[Later, in World War II when Paris was threatened by the invasion of Germany,] when there was no immediate bombardment of Paris, … ‘Paul Rey­naud, [the French] Treasury Minister, broadcasted a speech … in which he asked all non-mobilized people and the wives of the mobilized to do the impossible and reopen their shops or trades. He said it was the duty of all who could work and had not gone into the army, to help bring back money to France.’ … Coco Chanel notoriously resisted the call to return to work by closing her entire business in response to the declaration of war. Why, when others like the Italian couturier Schiaparelli and the Spaniard Balenciaga announced midseason collections? That sum­mer Edna [Woolman Chase] had seen Chanel at Solange d’Ayen’s home. Edna thought Chanel looked nervous and depressed. Chanel admitted,’I’m afraid, madame, I’m afraid.’ What Edna hadn’t known was why Chanel seemed so afraid. Since 1938, Chanel, a notorious anti-Semite, had been the lover of the Nazi spy Baron Hans von Dincklage.

Illustration shows a woman, possibly Coco Chanel, wearing a large hat with feathers, shooting at large white birds with a rifle; two dogs labeled “French Milliner” place the dead birds on a pile at her feet.
“Dincklage, an Abwehr (military intelligence) agent, had been resident in France since 1933 as part of Hitler’s silent army of cul­tural spies working to influence France’s right-wing intelligentsia. Chanel’s pillow talk with Dincklage drifted from her Place Vendome apartment straight to the Nazi foreign minister, Joachim von Ribbentrop, and then on to Hitler. Given Chanel’s prior rela­tionship with the Duke of Westminster, she was deemed a valu­able asset to the Nazi cause. She feared that the Allied forces might defeat Hitler. Then where would she be? At the very least ostracized, and her label worthless. At worst she could be tried for high treason and executed if found guilty. So against any patriotic feelings she undoubtedly had, Chanel hoped for Hitler’s victory. Once the so-called phony war was over the following May, Cha­nel moved into the Ritz — like all good collaborators — with her lover. …
“With the liberation of Paris in August 1944 came access to the French couturiers. Those who stayed in business had done so by agreeing to the Nazi edicts. Chanel, while not making clothes for the Nazis, had been an archcollaborator, and hightailed it for Swit­zerland until the dust settled — which in her case would be 1954. Surprisingly — shockingly, even — Chanel’s collaboration with the enemy didn’t make the American headlines. Instead it was her vi­olation of the General Limitation Order, L-85, by the use of ‘Vo­luminous sleeves, widely flaring skirts, the heavy use of elaborate trimmings.’ The U.S. War Production Board (WPB), uninterested in true collaboration, held Chanel up as an example of extrava­gance.”


To view the original Sabian Symbol themed 2015 Cosmic Blague corresponding to this day: Flashback! The degree pointof the Sabian Symbol will be one degree higher than the one listed for today. The Blague portrays the starting degree of for this day ( 0°,  for instance), as I typically post in the morning, while the Sabian number corresponds to the end point (1°) of that same 0°-1° period. There are 360  degrees spread over 365 or 6 days per year—so they near but not exactly correlate.


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