Crikey, It's the Wrong Edward James, Gromit!

[faustus]

Or perils of research, part 93

"Deep in the mountains of Mexico, amid waterfalls, birds, butterflies, and wild orchids, lies one of the art world’s best-kept secrets: LAS POZAS, a spectacular, surreal assemblage of enormous concrete sculptures and structures that spring from the lush, jungle vegetation. It is the extraordinary achievement of one of the least-known, compelling figures of our time, the eccentric English aristocrat Edward James, a poet, patron, and architect of dreams."

But if it were the right one, he would be even cooler than he is now.

Comments

[rozk.livejournal.com]

That is the Edward James who was married to Tillie Losch, for whom he build a wonderful chrome and steel modernist bathroom. She was also the lover of Lotte Lenya during one of Lenya's sapphic sabbaticals from her marriage to Kurt Weill, who scored The Seven Deadly Sins of the Bougeoisie for her and Losch to perform - Brecht wrote the words.

Wonderfully rackety people leading wonderfully rackety lives.

[grahamsleight.livejournal.com]

How do you know it's not him? The whole Dublin thing could be just cover...

[drasecretcampus.livejournal.com]

He's elegantly well preserved for a centenarian. Faked his death in 1984 and re-emerged as the debonair editor of Foundation. There's a secret cypher in Science Fiction in the Twentieth Century, you know, in the discussion of the Lensmen books. I could tell you what it is, but then I'd have to

[andrewmacrae.livejournal.com]

LOL