In trying to see if I could find a replica of the Cormouls house in Canada I got distracted and ended up revisiting the career and history of Horace Trumbauer. One of the great architects of the gilded age. You might not recognize his name although you may have seen his work as he was the architect of Joan Rivers’ (much photographed) NY home:
Or perhaps you’ve seen the James B. Duke house (Doris Duke’s father) at 1 East 78th Street in Manhattan. The neoclassical place:
It’ turns out that it’s inspired by a much smaller property. An 18th century hôtel particulier in Bordeaux. Some refer to it as the Chateau Labottiere. Super chic. It’s now a (real) hotel and restaurant owned by Bernard Magrez. The pictures really caught my eye because of the combination of styles/colours/materials. If the architect of number 42 was inspired by a particular house- this was it.
Very interesting. As the first Mr. Stanton was of American old money stock, I wonder if he knew the Duke’s? If that’s what gave him the idea to build his own (smaller) version of the Chateau Labottiere? The exterior of number 42 has more in common with the Duke house. Simple rectangular windows etc. The interior is much more like the Bordeaux property. People really should document these things more carefully and make sure they’re available for future generations.
Wow, incredibly similar! Very beautiful all round, I mean those staircases . . . cor blimey.
– esme being wowed upon the Cloud
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Perfect for impersonating Scarlett (or her maid.)
Sometimes if I’m terribly inspired I just scream out, “I don’t know nothin’ ’bout birthin’ no babies, Ms. Scarlett.”
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Scarlett:
“Another dance and my reputation will be gone forever.”
Rhett Butler :
“With enough courage you can do without a reputation.” – esme flounces off wearing Mr Pinks fine curtains* as a swanky dress upon the Cloud
*shoots a warning glance at H*
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I knew you two hippies were having some sort of affair!!!!
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We most certainly are not sir! Hahahaha. H is terribly old and looks like Agatha Christie, and esme is almost entirely celibate thank you very much you cheeky sod.
– esme having none of it in more ways than one upon the Cloud
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Anyway I was warning him about wearing your curtains! Hahahaha-
– esme rolling her eyes upon the Cloud
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mmmmhhhhmmmmm. You Agatha Christie licker 😛
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– esme letting Agatha loose upon the Cloud
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Would you like to join us on our commune, Pink? I promise not come in your yurt uninvited.
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Are you one of those Gotha Almanach hippies? Like the Howard girl or the Devonshire boy? If so, perhaps. Otherwise probably not 😛
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You wot guv’nor? I ain’t no bleedin’ toff nor nuffink!
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Nuffink? Are you related to Simon Cowell or Essex-ians at large?
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I ain’t rightly sure what me relations is sir, nor where I wuz borned. Just an ‘umble fella ‘oo ain’t never seen no fancy curtins like wot that Esme lady’s got ‘idden away, I daresay.
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Is this evidence of the resurrection …? of Dick Van Dyke?
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I ain’t never dicked a dyke in me life guv. Fing is, I’m a chimbly sweep by day, so if ya ever need yer flu sortin . . . get me drift, do ya sir?
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… I was just thinking of youth- you know when I was a boy I’d sit with my aunt at Slave Hill, and late at night we’d assign songs to the staff, Cook’s song was: Every time you go away, you take a piece of meat with you…
You would have loved those conversations!
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Sounds great – “Don’t let your son go down on me” etc. Good old Reggie.
Where is Slave Hill? I used to live very near to a Slave Hill in Haddenham, Buckinghamshire.
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Salvador, Bahia.

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Why did you leave Brazil, may I ask?
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I only remember being there on holidays and for a while in my teens. I was educated elsewhere, in English.
At some point I bought an aeroplane ticket without telling anyone where I was going. And here I am.
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If your question is what I think it is- the answer is I couldn’t be a part of it. I just wasn’t tough enough to accept the way that world works.
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of course you could do vicki Lawrence’s version and shatter every bit of glassware in a 50 foot radius http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4aRMZ4ePmMM
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Spectacular.
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“At some point I bought a aeroplane ticket without telling anyone where I was going.”
I daresay the pilot knew.
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You mean ‘tough enough’ for the film business?
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Gentlemen, and Esme ‘pon-cloud, I wish WordPress had a LIKE ALL button. Funniest thread in a long time. 😀
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Agreed! 😀
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🙂
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