Maxi Brico moves to Brooklyn!

Darlings!

I am continuing my crusade to make the world a much prettier place! I have decided to take an ugly duckling who is full of potential, hidden high cheekbones, vitality, is an amazing vista and is forever evolving and make her into the icon she deserves to be! No, darlings tis not me! (I am an icon, a living aesthetic, a youthful legend...I could go on and on but this is not about me...this is about:) BROOKLYN is what I speak of! I have tucked myself into a charming (and spacious) loft. The building is full of artists, homosexuals, diverse young families, old timey's and just wonderful people of all sizes! Join my journey as I discover BROOKLYN and all she has to offer. Much more very soon! We will have lots of pictures, I know how boring reading can be...

With wrinkle free love and moisturized kisses--

Maxi

Can you imagine a woman like Maxi Brico inspired by a woman like Julia Child...?

Well...my dears, Maxi has returned to you. This time she was able to sit in a cinema and watch a film. Usually those chairs swallow me up...and my long legs have to prop me up...oh, American seats are so big and I don't merely mean a chair. But I digress...Maxi saw the film Julie & Julia and is now reading MY LIFE IN FRANCE. I am inspired by this goddess of butter...she perpetually sees potential and is inspired by the smallest detail. She erases mundanity and transforms it into sublimity. I have done that with many a second rate garment that whilst on my corpus becomes a masterpiece...now, Maxi is doing that with her thoughts and is creating things to inspire others...I hope you will join me in this carnival of culture. A circus of what is next...a circus of life framed like a painting for all to see and experience...a circus...and although, I just saw the Britney CIRCUS...that was also an inspiration...this is a circus of my own...more of a CARNIVAL, a carnival OF CULTURE...

a hearty return...

My dears...I am sure you want to spank Maxi for her unforgettable, I mean un forgivable, behaviour. She has been so busy with the charity, the foundation, the cures, the hunger, the jusitce making and the being photographed all in the name of FASHION that you simply could not fathom how busy I have been. And yet through it all you are all there...remaining with me and in me forever. Oh, don't be so gutter minded...you are my only tattoo...and it is on my heart...each of your names is tattooeed upon my large heart...(the only large aspect of my lithe and gorgeous frame--although I suppose my amazing long legs could be considered large in some cultures)...

How can I make this absence up to you? Please think of many ways...and I will perform them all...ALL!

I have so much to report...but I choose to be coy...I have recently met a young baritone, of the opera...oh, what a delight he is...a delight to my eyes and ears...and one more name tattooed upon my heart...years ago, I thought of getting rid of my heart when I had my tear ducts removed...I have already sold my soul, have no tears, liver is dead, so I thought why not my heart, but my quack, I mean doctor said the heart must go on...as if Maxi could ever be compared to a Celine Dion song...save it for that large ship...it went down...Maxi goes down but she gets back up again...

Oh, many of you have asked me to show my visage...but I am sorry my love's I cannot...I do include a few more pictures of my recent modeling gigs...

More soon...I promise...and a promise cannot be broken...don't forget your above mentioned task for me...

Why does my heart feel so bad? Why does my soul feel so lonely?

Yes...Maxi Brico is not having a very good day. Maxi is quite appalled at her emotional state this morning. I, strangely, feel like I want to listen to Billie Holiday all day and perhaps eat a pringle. Last night when I was taking off my mascara I realized that I had no one to tuck me in to my bed. All I had was a Parisian moisturizer for my face, a pumice stone for my pied, a thick duvet of Egyptian cotton (1800 thread count) and a silk penoire designed and couture made for my lithe form. But...no one to say "sleep well, Maxi"..."goodnight, oh I almost forgot (joke joke)..." and then an amazing assuring kiss...

I suppose Maxi is lonely...

So, do you know what I did...I put my favorite little black dress on and I called up my friends pilot and made him fly me to London...

So, truly, now I am in London and instead of feeling sorry for myself alone...I can feel sorry for myself within a large group of revelling patrons of a night-club...

Maxi may be silly but she is also sensible...

Oh, and, about that pringle...not for this girl...

The runway like music is fleeting but art endures...

Maxi is waxing sentimental today. I remember a moment from my youth...a mere few years ago. I was posing for an artist in Paris and all of a sudden the upstairs neighbor came through the roof clutching the sculpture he had just completed in bronze. Apparently the work was too heavy for the floor and he and it came tumbling through. After asking the young man if he was intact and functioning we swept him up into a dust pan and poured him a brandy to soothe his shattered nerves. I sauntered (I rarely do merely walk) over to the statue and found a lovely face staring back at me...it was as if I were looking into a mirror. It was as if my face and form were sculpted in bronze and in fact the sculpture was truly of...well yes, of course, me...

How did the artist sculpt me? He never met me... It turns out that this budding Rodin was spying on me through the floorboard of his upstairs garret and sculpting and pouring, molding and casting as I was painted in the studio below. It also explains the structural damage of the floor and ceiling (same thing but I had to clarify)...

This Pygmalion was drilling small holes into his floor throughout his atelier so he could see me at all my many angles and best sides...and because he had drilled so many holes into his planking the swiss cheese boards collapsed...

He met and thanked me, his ego and vertebrae bruised and I kissed him and the sculpture...





Art, at its best, does truly imitate life and Maxi imitates both life and art...

I do love bronze but it is the third prize at the Olympics...I suggested the next casting should be at least silver if not gold...oh, what about platinum...

Maxi has never been platinum...never...

I may be bronzed but my heart is soft and velvet for you...

Maxi

the threatening terror of the new year with maxi brico

The above is a recent show I did...there was real and actual hemp in that pipe...it was the first meal I had all day...

Sorry about the veil...but as you know...Maxi does not show her face on this blog...

Where should I begin...where should I open my heart and let you, my hungry reader, begin to experience the Maxi of 2007...I suppose I don't truly need to open as much as I need to explore and like Vespucci or Polo I will find that you are in my heart...tout le temps...tout le temps...

However, I have been threatened with losing work in Milan and various other thin states of Italy. I may lose work to Steve Tyler's (Aerosmith) daughter...no not Liv...darlings the other more, uh, I recently learned this word, ah yes, the other more Rubenesque daughter...

That girl eats the entire shaft of ricola before a show...not just the nourshing lunch that I always enjoy...one tic tac for breakfast, one ricola for lunch, and a gummy worm for dinner...and lots of menthol ciggies for snacking...I must indulge in something...

I have recently been enjoying the opera...It is an art form that more should appreciate...I visit singers backstage and feel a bit like an alien...they all, truly all, with wonder. I truly love the baritone voice so virile manly and yet sensitive. I think all men should sing to their lovers...maybe just a note or two in a well timed shower duet but ooh...a baritone makes maxi go mini...

I have also recently been awarded an Honorary Degree from the FIT school in NYC...I was awarded the degree in Aesthetics...not my study of it but my contribution to it...



Most grade school students are told to not start sentences with "I"...however, I was encouraged...My teacher found that when reading my words she could skip to the good parts if I started my sentence with I...she, of course, knew that the best part of the story was about...Me...or is it I...oh well...I walk well...

So, I have started my dating search again...Architects, State Comptrollers, Playwrights, Kyrgastanian Fashion Designers, New England Hairdressers, and a President...of a small nation...no, not Vatican City...but nearby...

I wish you well in the New Year...I will try to write more but BLOGGING is such a strange form to me...Do you really care what little Maxi has to say...

OF COURSE YOU DO...

xoxoxoxo for all...but don't smudge...

roar-

Maxi Brico

A return to grace...

Lovers---

To forgive is to forget...I merely ask for one part of that metaphor and I would never ask for you to forget Maxi...please do forgive my long absence of not transferring my mental operatic warblings to this blog ... a blog that I am told has (literally) saved a life or two...I am warmed at night to know that I am here for you and you are for me...the sembiotic nature of our love is better than the glowing spf moisturizer recently created for my truly translucent (hard to powder) visage... Maxi must tell you a secret...I was doing some international diplomatic work...I married a head of state to provide a passport and end a potential crisis involving politics, , world peace, union leaders and fashion...I realize that that last statement was redundant for fashion is politics, unions, leaders and world peace...but the world does not comprehend that as quickly as you (smart reader and soulful heart that you are) and I do...

I did, however, recently divorce so I am again a single lass and ready to tackle the next super-hero act of good...

Maxi is sometimes able to be a superhero...as we all are...I want to remind you that your love has great incredible Hulk like capacity if you let it...so

LET IT!!!

beating-

Maxi