Swimming Pools

Living in the Northeast United States means living through long cold and too often dreary winters. During those long winter months I console myself with the thought of the sunny summer days to come with the deep rich fragrance of Damask roses, rosemary and thyme and the visual explosion of white Sea Foam blooms that cascade over the edge of my pool.

Swimming is my sanity and I do my best to make a habit of swimming a mile every morning before I head off to Manhattan for work because it clears my head for the day ahead and gives me just enough of an endorphin kick to make a very challenging time easier to manage.

Below are three images of my pool at home. Placing it was quite a challenge due to the nature of my land and the vagaries of my town's zoning laws. We were finally able to reach an agreement with the town for placement, but it meant terracing the site and cutting out a great deal of deeply buried rock and large boulder's left behind in the wake of retreating glaciers from the last ice-age. We eeked out every last foot we could within the zoning restrictions on the property and the final dimensions of the pool are 45 feet long by 18 feet wide, making a short but very usable lap pool that is also suitable for entertaining.

The great thing is that my mason was able to recycle all of the stone that our pool contractor extracted from the pool site to use in the construction of the stone terrace walls. My landscape and masonry contractor (a now retired old school native Italian) understood immediately the look and ambiance I wanted to achieve and his team built all the walls within 10 days of starting the project.

At the rear, above the pool, is a separate seating area for meals or cocktails

Sea Foam roses run the length of the pool

Below are some stunning pools from the pages of one of my favorite French design magazines, COTE SUD (No. 117 / April-May 2009).

Photo: A. Font

Photo: A. Font

Photo: B. Tuillon

Photo: B. Tuillon

Photo: E. Nicolas

Whenever I travel for pleasure or business, I make a point of trying to stay in a hotel with a beautiful pool.

Below are a sampling of some of the beautiful hotel pools I've been lucky enough to swim in or lounge around...

The Baray Villa Pool - Sawasdee Village Resort, Kata Beach, Phuket

Photo: FG

Photo: FG

Photo: FG

If you're new to this blog, see my earlier post of February 13th on the Baray Villa Resort and Spa



When I'm on a business trip in Bangkok, it is particularly pleasant to have access to a nice pool to relax in after a grueling day of tuk-tuk rides to and fro.

The Peninsula Hotel, Bangkok
By day:

Photo: internet

at night:

Photo: internet

Governor's Palace Hotel - Yangon (Rangoon) Burma

Photo: internet

Four Seasons Hotel, Langkawi Island, Malaysia

Photo: LGG

Photo: LGG

Villa Des Orangers, Marrakech Medina

Photo: internet

Hotel Les Deux Tours, Marrakech Palmeraie

Photo: internet

Photo: internet

Deep into Kalimantan (Indonesian Borneo)

SEESWEE, OUR FAVORITE ORANGUTAN

Dealing with the daily pressure of running a business, managing time, desperately trying to understand and best guide teenagers, keeping up with an ever growing garden...can be daunting.

When all else fails, I go back to my most precious moments in life when my kids were still sane young men who actually listened to their parents, when the state of the economy was not the only talked about subject.

This blog is not only dedicated to my work as a designer but also to who I am and what inspires me in life. Since my earliest childhood, I found solace, inspiration and serenity in nature. Today, I am going back to a moment in the Fall a few years ago when I had just read an article on Dr. Birute Galdikas and her life-long crusade to the save the last orangutans of Kalimantan and her battle against the human forces that are destroying one of the most beautiful rain forests on Earth. Dr. Galdikas runs the Orangutan Foundation International (OFI) based in Los Angeles.* I had read books, a travelogue by Paul Theroux and anthropological essays about the Dayak (the infamous Bornean headhunters) and was fascinated by these people. * For more on OFI, see the bottom of this post

On a whim of sorts, I announced to my family that we will be spending Christmas in the heart of the Kalimantan rain forest in a Dayak Village and my son's annual science project would be a study of Orangutan behavior.

I was now left with the task of organizing the logistics of the trip. Via the internet, I found a then small outfit (Adventure Indonesia) that could rent us a local boat with a guide and a cook in Pangkalan Bun (an outpost town at the edge of the world effectively run by the logging company and governed through fear). Advindo got in touch with a local teacher named Edy to serve as our guide in Kalimantan. Edy had lived several years among the Dayak with an adoptive Dayak mother.

Pangkalan Bun river front

Beautiful local children sending us off on our adventure

Off we go...

We boarded our boat, where the top deck was our living, dining and sleeping suite. Then we entered the most enchanting river leading to the deep rainforest. Our arrival to the tiny dock at the entrance of the Tanjun Puting National Park was announced by birds and Gibbons and Proboscis monkeys. Dr Galdikas' wonderful foundation has set up camp in this part of the Kalimantan rain forest.

The spectacular vistas of the Tanjun Puting Rainforest

Iron Wood Tree

Hadrian, trying out a vine...

We met our first orangutan and I was immediately enthralled. For days, we hiked through this magical forest, drenched by the stunning humidity and incredible heat, observing and following these remarkable "People of the Forest" which is what Orangutan means in the Indonesian language.

My son befriended Seeswee, a wonderful female orangutan and spent time just watching her. She robbed him blind of his food, his jacket, and his water bottles but a bond was forming. By the end of our stay, Hadrian made a necklace with entwined vine and demonstrated how he would place it around his neck and gently offered it to her. Seeswee took the necklace observed it, toyed with it and finally placed it around her neck... Hadrian, 12 at the time, had completed his first primate behavioral research.

Female with infant (Orangutans stay with their mothers until about age 7)

Young male drinking milk in the preserve

Seeswee, contemplating

Seeswee and my son Hadrian

Winn, the regional Alpha male who once "hugged" Julia Roberts

Gibbons feeding in the OFI camp

The deck of our houseboat

Our bedroom: A mattress shrouded with mosquito netting

Rainforest pathway in Tanjung Puting National Park

Young volunteer caring for an orphaned Orangutan at the
OFI Rehabilitation Center and Clinic near Pangkalan Bun

An orphaned infant Orangutan. If you look closely at his eyes
you will see the reflections of my husband and sons in them.
To me its quite an eery visual metaphor.

We left the world of the majestic Orangutans in hope to spend Christmas in a Dayak village. It would be our own private Christmas. we embarked on the most dangerous boating ride in my life, my teeth were clenched during the brutal six hour speed boat ride up-river into Central Kalimantan. The tiny speed boats designed for 4 people were driven by kamikaze who throttled at full speed in fierce rain and ZERO visibility with a 12 inch high windshield all while dodging gigantic logs floating down river to be collected by the logging companies. I prayed and prayed and finally we miraculously stopped at a tiny barely floating dock that also served (as we later learned) for the village outhouse. Rising up a steep river bank there was a very impressive tall Iron Wood trunk ladder with hatchet-hewn notched cut-out for steps to reach the land about twenty five feet above.

A group of children immediately surrounded us and many conversations took place between our guide who understood the local Dayak dialect and the villagers. Welcome to the Dayak's world.

A family invited us to stay in their long house and many smiles were exchanged. We were also invited to the stop by for a visit with the village Chief as honored guests. Since the village was many hours away from any major town, very few non Dayak ever visit, and the village had not had any western visitors in the last 7 years.

We were offered a rice based "brandy" from a ceremonial glass container in which a variety of animal fetuses (including wild pig, deer and unhatched birds and alligator) floated to "season" the concoction.

Following this, we were then taken to the village's holy sites: First to the sepulcher of the village chief's deceased wife who's coffin the Chief slept upon each night until her jar burial would occur a year later, and then on to the totem posts under which were buried the severed heads of the villager's enemies. We had thought the custom long since ended since its outlawing by the Indonesian government. Little did we know....

Local Dayak children

The Long House which would serve
as our quarters during our stay with the Dayak

Children everywhere are curious. We had stocked up on gifts
and treats at Surabaya airport enroute to Kalimantan

Our son Alex studying the elevated storage long sheds

The elevated jar tomb of a former Dayak village Chief

My husband dancing the Hornbill Dance which we later learned from Edy was part
of our honorary adoption ceremony into the Dayak village clan.

My son Alexander dancing the Hornbill. The Dayak serve a mildly
hallucinogenic rice wine concoction as part of the ceremony.
Alex was a favorite of many of the Dayak girls his age.
Edy told him to behave as the Dayak regularly practice "Blowpipe" weddings.

Our sleeping quarters

In March 2008 I finally met the inspirational Dr. Galdikas in Los Angeles while I was there visiting colleges with Hadrian. I had joined OFI upon our return from Indonesia in January 2005. Since then we have done what we can to help this wonderful organization through contributions and sponsoring its First Annual Run for Survival. The Second Annual Run for Survival will be on October 11, 2009 at Lake Balboa Park in Encino, CA.

Also, OFI now offers a three week work-study program in Kalimantan. If you have the inclination, time and resources to participate, I urge you to do it. I really do believe that you would find it one of the most personally fulfilling experiences of your life. As soon as we can make the time, my husband and I will be heading back to Kalimantan to participate in this program and to visit this magical corner of the world that we have come to truly love.