A mishmash of stuff - "sabots", Abercrombie & Fitch and the Jacquard loom
|"Sabots" (wooden shoes). I always try to use my own photos, but since I wasn't allowed to take pictures|
at the exhibition yesterday, I was glad to find a photo of sabots at this website.
What to do, what to do? I'm feeling under a bit of pressure because Stephane wants to make a trip to St-Ouen flea market in Paris this morning and I still don't have a post. I've been finding all sorts of ways to procrastinate because I couldn't decide between writing about sabots and my stroll along the Champs Elysees. So, today's post is going to be a mishmash of the stuff that's been swirling around in my brain, kind of like the residue that accumulates at the bottom of a wine bottle.
During a guided tour of the current exhibition, "Open Air Cafes to Barricades (1814-1914)" at the Carnavalet Museum yesterday, I saw a pair of sabots, the wooden shoes worn by the working class Parisians and thought that this would be the perfect time to tell you about the origin of the word "sabotage".
|This is not the Jacquard weaving machine but an earlier version that supplied jobs for 10 people.|
Vaucanson's loom for weaving faconnes is at the Musee des Arts et Metiers.
As new technologies, such as the automated weaving machine invented by Joseph Jacquard, replaced workers at an alarming rate during the Industrial Revolution, employers were pleased to increase the efficiency of their factories and the quality of their products. The workers, on the other hand, viewed the new automated machines as a threat to their jobs. Already living and working in wretched conditions, the weavers decided to take matters into their own hands and threw their sabots into the newly invented Jacquard machines and brought them to a grinding halt. Sabotage.
I'm not quite sure where Abercombie & Fitch manufacture their expensive line of casual wear, but judging from the long line of people waiting to get into their store at 23 Avenue des Champs Elysees on Thursday, let's hope that their machines are busy producing enough jeans and sweaters to satisfy the demands of these eager shoppers.
Now it's time to get ready to go to the flea market to look for an antique mirror to hang over our fireplace. If I don't hurry, Stephane may throw his sabots at my laptop in an act of sabotage.
|Can you believe the long line of people waiting to get into Abercrombie & Fitch on the Avenue des Champs Elysees?|