Paris National Conservatory of Arts and crafts
a lumber jerk in Paris
Some of you know my French history.
Also that my wonderful Paris love story sadly ended.
Was actually back in Paris not so long ago, but Paris was under the dark, so I went back fast and have closed the book with peace in my mind, but a little sadness my heart.
But my love for Paris are still there, especially for the way the French celebrated the crafts, the love and respect they have as a historic tradition for the crafts.
They have managed to bring the crafts with them in to the academic world, to exhibit and celebrate – what in my country Denmark in the same period has become something people looked down at, but now slowly are starting to ask ‘where did it go’.
I hope and pry for a revolution in this, that more people will gain back the respect of the craft of the hand.
So with this post I celebrate the arts, crafts and send my love and thoughts to her who were the reason I got the chance to see all that; may your life be full of joy.
The pictures date back to 2011.
Ok, we start in the streets of Paris.
Ok, this is not wood working, but man is that a wonderful beast!
I can see me on this.
Like going into orbit.
Look up MaFe.
Look in the beautiful sky of Paris.
Perhaps this is more me…
At least you will get dry at work.
Ok this one was mine.
The one on the right…
The bicycle I mean.
For four years it brought me all over Paris.
Now it’s sold.
Looking back up.
This was where I was going.
Sorry for the little detour.
But this is really Paris!
Life just seems to run by.
We are too busy to even see the once suffering in front of us.
What are this world coming too?
We are still in Paris.
I think he is trying to tell me something…
‘Get I to that museum MaFe’.
Ok, I’m going sorry, I get so easily distracted.
Now that’s a box!
I love it!
Actually a tabernacle.
Ok, here we are back n my little work shop.
Sorry I got lost again…
On my second travel to Paris, with the mother of my child, eleven years ago, I bought one of these in antique store and brought it back home to Copenhagen.
Ever since that day I have wanted to make one so it was really a eye opener, to kind of see it again.
What is it with the French and that wine!
Now that’s a chess table.
Miniature door model.
Here is something for the delicate turner.
A box is not just a box.
Not in France.
A real man need a place for his cigars.
Another scale model.
Who is the guy in the reflection…
Ahhh ok we are looking at the craft of frame making and adding gold leafs.
In French doreur.
What do you think of this!
I actually own one.
With this you can tell the time at any time of the year, like a sundial.
Some funny boxes, I think for a kind of heat.
The art of measure.
Imagine all this was made by hand.
No cnc back then.
This one is also on my list of want to make.
It’s absolutely amazing.
What do you think?
As an architect this goes straight to my heart.
Talk about creativity!
Simple joints become art.
Less simple also.
Patience must be the word.
On a curve.
Try find the match.
Back to reality.
Now we get into the combination of wood and mechanics.
Here it starts to become impressive.
even the wood becomes secondary.
Talk about woodworking.
Look what amount of pride the owner must have had.
Ok a collection of carpenters tools…
Files and gouges.
As simple as it gets.
Typical French hand plane shape.
I have a few my self, they are lovely to work with and make me think of a meeting between the Japanese and the German.
Less is more here.
Stairway to heaven.
Makes m think of Escher.
How they raised the Egyptian obelisk from Luxor, on Place de la Concorde, back in the days where wood workers were needed for that.
This one think many of you US guys will find fascinating.
This I a model from the workshop, where it was sculpted by Frédéric Auguste Bartholdi.
Notice how they slowly scale up.
Does it ring a bell here?
Shave sure know this type of bench!
The Roubo bench. (actually Roubo did only make a drawing of it, so it’s all wrong he gets the credit).
Now for the metal working.
Notice how they are hammered in shape.
Here we say goodbye to her.
Just another box…
Ok, not just.
The smallest most sexy dovetails I have ever seen.
It’s all in the details.
This I love.
It’s so simple you can piss a drawing of it in the snow.
The bow, laminated up.
The heads and rest.
This must be tool porn.
Here a challenge for our wood turning friends.
Starting to sweat?
It gets worse!
Talk about ornaments.
Scale model of lathe.
This one takes a helper to run the wheel I guess.
Look how beautiful the lathe are put into the table.
This one almost made me cry.
A grease box!
Scale model workshop.
Notice the side wise.
Just like the book binders.
Never get tied of all the details here.
This vice must be brilliant for leather working, perhaps a version could be made for saw sharpening.
Here the whole model.
Drawing of the old shops.
That’s what I call a sharpening stone.
So now we go to the aero part.
And I will say goodbye here, with the thoughts of me leaving Paris one last time few months back.
Thank you for joining me, those of you who had the patience to take the full tour, down my memory lane.
The best of my thoughts,
-- Mad F, the fanatical rhykenologist and vintage architect. Democraticwoodworking.