Too many for bridge, too few for an insurrection. The only option left was to have fun… at a very high cultural level, of course. Meet The Helena Modjeska Art and Culture Club of Los Angeles.
Beautiful, wise, accomplished, serene and very strong, Halina Babinska is as admired as she is modest. She credits the sensitive care she got in the Polish orphanage after World War II for her recovery to a normal and useful life.
When Beth Holmgren writes about Poland’s interwar cabaret, you can almost hear the champagne corks flying. This time, the cabaret goes to war. Isn’t that when you need it most?
It’s a big year for commemorations in Poland this year. We illuminate them with a photo essay, focusing mainly on the people behind the anniversary.
The world’s largest crocodiles cooled off in nearby water, and hippos and baboons helped themselves to lunch. But it was entertaining. And Irene Tomaszewski was there.
Former students from some of the worlds’ most exclusive schools, they came from all over the world to attend the 25th reunion in Wroclaw. And oh, they sure know how to have fun!
The Neon signs of the communist era were works of art, even though the product was never in stock. Eric Bednarski celebrates the art and the artists.
Talented, gutsy and successful – and each one with a story that rates a movie of its own. This is a book you won’t be able to put down.
Want an evening at a Polish cabaret? Go with Beth Holmgren. She knows everybody who is anybody – both in Warsaw and Tel Aviv – and will introduce you. Try the “Li-La-Lo” with that charming Hungarian Pole, Fryderyk Járosy, and beautiful Yemenite singer Shoshana Damari.
Lara Szypszak, who got to know Lublin by studying there, got to know Warsaw by working there, at the Zachęta National Gallery of Art where the staff adopted her and introduced her to their extended family of galleries, performers and offbeat places to eat, party, or just sit around and talk.
That Falstaffian model for Sienkiewicz’s Zagłoba – patriot, soldier, miner, merchant, California’s Commissioner of Immigration and, according to Miłosz, a liar, braggart and drunkard (a remarkable CV) – left a colorful unpublished epistolary record at the Jagiellonian library. Discovered by Maureen Mroczek Morris with Lynn Ludlow and Roman Włodek, here they are.
San Francisco prides itself on its counter-culture culture but few of its citizens know that they caved in to verbal gentrification when its bourgeoisie banned “Frisco.” Stuffed shirts be damned, say Lynn Ludlow and Maureen Mroczek Morris (aka LL & MMM). Bring back “the jolly synonym for the non-Victorian pleasures of the Barbary Coast.”
On March 23, Poles celebrate Polish-Hungarian Friendship Day, while Hungarians celebrate Hungarian-Polish Friendship Day. Stephen Drapaka writes about this unique six century bond.
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