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SOME THINGS just don’t change. The Riviera, described nearly a century ago by F. Scott Fitzgerald as a “playground” with a “fairy blue” sea, is still coasting on its mythic allure. Every summer, the palm-fringed stretch from Monaco to St. Raphaël is the place where the whole world descends “to forget or rejoice, to hide its face or have its fling,” as the writer aptly observed.

But when Fitzgerald set sail across the Atlantic with his wife and daughter in 1924, his plan was to escape to a place where they could “live on practically nothing a year.” Having unwittingly become the spokesman for the Jazz Age with “This Side of Paradise” (1920), Fitzgerald could no longer afford the extravagant lifestyle that came with it. He and Zelda decided to flee their hectic social life in New York, where continuous partying prevented the writer from concentrating on his third novel, “The Great Gatsby.”

Back then, with sunbathing not yet in vogue, the Riviera in the summer was dirt cheap and deserted—”like going to Palm Beach for July,” as Fitzgerald put it. The couple rented a villa on a lush hillside in St. Raphaël, “a little red town built close to the sea, with gay red-roofed houses and an air of repressed carnival about it,” where Fitzgerald worked on “Gatsby.”

All That Jazz

Brooks Brothers

Dress like a Fitzgerald on your next trip to the Riviera.

Much has changed since he penned one of the most defining novels of the 20th century—whose fourth incarnation on the silver screen hits European cinemas beginning May 15—but you can still enjoy the excesses of Fitzgerald’s “hot sweet south of France.”

Start your tour, à la “Winter Dreams” (1922), on the golf course. Just a stone’s throw from the Fitzgeralds’ Villa Marie in St. Raphaël, the pine-shaded Valescure Golf Club is known for its short, narrow fairways, difficult roughs and a splendid Old English-style clubhouse. €75 a round; 725 avenue des Golfs, St. Raphaël; golfdevalescure.com

On your way out of town, stop for a cool drink at the seafront Hotel Excelsior, and imagine Fitzgerald puffing away on a Chesterfield at one of St. Raphaël’s oldest watering holes after a hard day’s work. Promenade du Président René Coty; excelsior-hotel.com

From here, follow the Fitzgeralds in their little blue Renault down the winding coastal road—the red rocks of the Esterel and turquoise shallows are still spectacular—to the Cap d’Antibes. Scott and Zelda came here regularly to visit their friends Gerald and Sara Murphy. Gerald, an heir to the Mark Cross leather-goods company and visionary painter of proto-Pop Art, and Sara, a beauty known for her joie de vivre (she became Picasso’s secret muse), were the Riviera’s original trendsetters.

Their charismatic style still shines brightly at the outset of “Tender is the Night” (1934), as Dick and Nicole Diver—modeled on the Murphys—take over the curved sandy beach at La Garoupe with elaborate picnics and illustrious friends. Off the page, Sara elegantly “sunned” her strand of pearls on the tiny cove, while Gerald played the latest jazz records on his portable phonograph. Fitzgerald preferred to lie in the shade, nursing a bottle of gin. Zelda, as the Murphys’ daughter, Honoria, later recalled, was “a strikingly beautiful woman—blond and soft and tanned,” who always had a peony in her hair or pinned to her dress.

Today, at the far corner of La Garoupe, the bronzed and the beautiful flock to La Plage Keller. Follow them for a toes-in-the-sand languorous lunch washed down with Champagne. The Mediterranean-style dishes range from petits farcis and fried squid to lobster and truffle ravioli. Lunch from about €60; chemin de la Garoupe, Antibes; restaurant-plage-cesar-antibes.fr

Or, in the spirit of the Murphys’ caviar-and Champagne-parties, head for the hills of Vence to the Château Saint-Martin & Spa for an extravagant La Prairie massage, with rich caviar cream. From €120; 2490 avenue des Templiers, Vence; chateau-st-martin.com

When the Murphys first discovered the pink seaside Hôtel du Cap—the Hotel des Etrangers in “Tender is the Night”—hidden away on a lush mini-peninsula, they immediately fell in love with it, persuading the owner to keep it open during the summer. While their new home, the Villa America, was being built, the hotel became their private headquarters to entertain their friends: the Count and Countess Étienne de Beaumont, Gertrude Stein, Pablo Picasso and his first wife Olga Khokhlova, Ernest Hemingway, John Dos Passos, Rudolph Valentino and, of course, the Fitzgeralds.

Scott and Zelda would probably not feel out of place with the glitzy Bellini-sipping crowd that now lounges on the Hôtel du Cap’s pool terrace. Rooms from €800; blvd. JF Kennedy, BP 29, Antibes; hotel-du-cap-eden-roc.com

Their alcohol-fueled antics, however—smashing handblown wineglasses and lobbing ashtrays—would likely not play out so well today. As self-avowed “excitement eaters,” the couple would liven up the evenings at the hotel by diving off 11-meter-high rocks into the pitch-dark sea. One night, Zelda took off her black lace panties and tossed them to her hosts, prompting others to strip down and skinny-dip in the pool. “One could get away with more on the summer Riviera, and whatever happened seemed to have something to do with art,” Fitzgerald wrote to his editor, Maxwell Perkins.

Take a dip of your own into the Jazz Age at L’Antiquaire et la Mode. This Cannes store is a treasure trove of rare vintage threads, from sequined dresses to jewelry and shoes. 8 rue Hélène Vagliono, Cannes; +33-493-99-13-08

For something more modern, try the St. James boutique in Nice. Their striped Marinière jerseys are as fashionable (and ubiquitous) today as they were in the ’20s, after Murphy and Picasso made them de rigueur among the Riviera set. 11 place Ile de Beauté, Nice;

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You’ll wish you were in spats or a flapper dress when you step into les années folles at Eilenroc, the Belle Epoque villa and vast rose gardens on the Cap d’Antibes where Scott and Zelda were frequently spotted swanning about, hobnobbing with European royalty. Once owned by the Count and Countess de Beaumont, it is now a restored landmark, replete with their original furnishings.
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To take home your own piece of Art Deco, head to Nice’s antique district at the port. At Achille Antiquités, you’ll find sculpted wood armchairs and desks with elaborate inlays, plus chandeliers, mirrors and Lalique objets d’art all from the 1920s. 13 rue Emmanuel Philibert, Nice;

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The Fitzgeralds reveled—and rowed—in equally sumptuous evenings at La Colombe d’Or, in St.-Paul de Vence. When it came to restaurants, the Fitzgeralds avoided elaborate French cuisine. Even in the finest restaurants, Fitzgerald would often dismiss the waiter in poorly pronounced French and order a club sandwich. But they weren’t at La Colombe d’Or for the food. The artists’ haunt was the place to be seen. It still is. Dine on the star-packed leafy terrace, surrounded by original works by Miró, Braque, Picasso and Chagall. Dinner from about €60; 1 place General de Gaulle, St.-Paul de Vence; la-colombe-dor.com

Monte Carlo was another surefire place for excitement. The Fitzgeralds would take the scenic Grande Corniche “through the twilight with the whole French Riviera twinkling below” for an evening at the casino. The Garnier-designed Monte-Carlo Casino, steeped in Old World glamour, remains the place for “excitement eaters” with money to burn. For a nightcap, order Fitzgerald’s favorites—a gin fizz or mint julep—at the Bar Américain inside the gilded splendor of the Hôtel de Paris. Drinks, €24; place du Casino, Monaco; hoteldeparismontecarlo.com

One could get away with more on the summer Riviera, and whatever happened seemed to have something to do with art.

In 1926, with “Gatsby” a roaring critical success, the Fitzgeralds returned to the Riveria. renting the Villa St-Louis in Juan-les-Pins. Fitzgerald boasted to friends in New York that he’d found a big house on the shore with a private beach, near the casino.

The villa was later transformed into a small, family-run Art Deco gem, Hôtel Belles Rives, with one of the best terrace restaurants on the Riviera. Its furnishings, frescoes and fumoir have all been meticulously preserved by the current owner, Marianne Chauvin-Estène. “My favorite story is when Scott lured a local band inside the villa, then locked them in a bedroom upstairs,” says Ms. Chauvin-Estène. “He tossed away the key, forced them to play dance music all night for his guests and wouldn’t let them leave until sunrise.” Rooms from €175; 33 blvd. Edouard Baudoin, Juan-les-Pins; bellesrives.com

Ever since then, Juan-les-Pins has had jazz in its blood. You can get into the groove each July at Jazz à Juan, a festival featuring top-notch artists in a starlit seaside setting under the pines near the Fitzgeralds’ former digs. July 12-21; tickets from €19, jazzajuan.com

The couple spent their last summer spree on the Côte d’Azur in 1929 in a less-fashionable part of Cannes. By then the stock market had crashed and the mood had soured. The Fitgeralds now avoided the celebrity circus at the Hôtel du Cap.

By the time “Tender is the Night” was published five years later, the Fitzgeralds and the Murphys had long since returned to America. Tragic events would mar their happiness, but the golden glow of those Riviera summers remained. As Sara Murphy later said: “It was like a great fair, and everybody was so young.”

© 2011 Wall Street Journal (www.wsj.com)

PostHeaderIcon Car Makers Pitch Power as the Ultimate Luxury

Big luxury car brands are seeking to lure more customers into the elite group that buys their cars by offering more affordable vehicles in their performance lines. Joe White explains why auto makers are betting sin will sell with the everyman. Photo: Mercedes-Benz.

In an era when a car’s appeal seems largely defined by greener-than-thou engines and cooler-than-thou infotainment apps, luxury auto makers are looking for buyers who value a decidedly more old-fashioned attribute: hard-driving horsepower.

Big luxury brands are hoping to expand an elite market of drivers who are drawn to high-end performance vehicles engineered to racing standards, cars like BMW‘s

M series, Audi‘s

RS models, Cadillac’s V-series and Mercedes-Benz’s AMG line. These extreme performers have upward of 500 horsepower under the hood (more than double what’s in a garden-variety luxury sedan) and can zip from a stop to 60 miles per hour in 4 seconds or less—all while burning gas more wantonly than a big pickup truck.

To draw in a new generation of affluent car-enthusiast buyers, the big luxury brands are expanding their lineups of high-horsepower cars. They’re using new technology under the hood to make their beasts more fuel-efficient and smooth-riding. Some brands, including Daimler AG’s

Mercedes and General Motors Co.’s

Cadillac, are looking to offer more affordable vehicles in their elite performance lines.

More affordable—but not cheap. Most of the limited-volume, pumped-up versions of cars such as BMW AG’s 3-series coupe or the Mercedes-Benz E-Class sedan have starting prices tens of thousands of dollars higher than standard models. They command those premiums because sin still sells. A $90,000 Mercedes E63 AMG sedan that roars from a dead stop to 60 miles per hour in under 4 seconds is an exclusive, guilty pleasure.

Industry executives estimate that luxury brands sell about 30,000 to 50,000 vehicles a year through their high-performance subbrands. Sales tend to rise when new models are launched.

Hyping High Performance

Mercedes-Benz

The 2014 Mercedes-Benz E63 AMG 4MATIC sedan

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Low-volume, high-performance cars bring in a wealthier, more avid clientele. The buyers of Mercedes AMG cars, for example, are mostly men in their early 50s with a median income of about $430,000, compared with $191,000 for buyers of the brand’s standard models. Many have multiple luxury vehicles.

Mercedes is undertaking an aggressive effort to expand its AMG brand, and make the entire lineup more efficient and more potent at the same time.

Mercedes has nurtured the mystique of its AMG brand for nearly five decades by shipping just a few thousand AMG models a year for customers willing to pay as much as $200,000 to own a car with an engine hand-built by a single craftsman in the southern German town of Affalterbach.


Mercedes wants to expand its AMG lineup to 22 models by 2014 from 18 at the start of this year. The notable addition will be an AMG version of the soon-to-launch CLA compact four-door, the first AMG model to come with a four-cylinder engine, albeit one that pumps out 355 horsepower. (Mercedes says the CLA AMG’s engine will be the most powerful four-cylinder engine in regular production.) The ordinary CLA will start at $29,900. The CLA AMG will start at $47,450, more than $12,000 below the least expensive AMG model available now.

Steve Cannon, CEO of Mercedes’ U.S.A., says the company plans next year to offer customers an even less expensive way to get a taste of the AMG brand. For less than $4,000, an AMG sport package will offer some of the appearance of an AMG car, a sportier ride and a small bump in engine performance.

“We don’t want AMG to be a tiny…brand nobody knows about,” Mr. Cannon says.

Luxury brands say they want to maintain their cars’ performance while upping the miles per gallon by using technology such as turbochargersgers, stop-start systems that shut down engines at stop lights, advanced transmissions and lighter-weight body designs.

Industry executives say high-performance buyers don’t fret much about the price of fuel at the pump, but they don’t like paying gas-guzzler penalties levied by the federal government on cars that fail to achieve a minimum threshold of efficiency. The tax can add anywhere from $1,000 to $7,700 to a car’s sticker price.

Cadillac

Cadillac’s next-generation CTSVcoupe, due out later this year, will be 244 pounds lighter than the current model, which will help reduce its gas-guzzler tax.

U.S. buyers of luxury-performance cars aren’t looking just to drive fast, since the law forbids taking these cars up to even half their rated top speeds. Instead, industry executives say, the appeal is a combination of exclusivity and the pride of owning a driving machine capable of scorching up a racecourse—even if it never does.

“It’s not, ‘I use it,’ it’s ‘I could if I wanted to,’ ” says Barry Hoch, general manager of product planning at Audi’s U.S. arm.

When BMW redesigned its iconic M5 performance sedan in 2012, it replaced the prior generation’s ten-cylinder engine with a smaller, turbocharged V-8, making the engine 25% more efficient and boosting mileage to 16 mpg from 13 combined city and highway driving. Even so, M5 buyers see a $1,300 gas-guzzler penalty. Choosing a manual transmission cuts the fee by $300.

Volkswagen AG’s

Audi brand says none of its high-performance RS or S models, except the R8 sports car, is now subject to a guzzler penalty. With technologies like direct injection, cylinder on demand and seven-speed gear boxes, “you don’t have to sacrifice,” says Mr. Hoch.

Audi is expanding the number of RS high performance cars it offers in the U.S. with a 560-horsepower RS-7 sedan, which will challenge $100,000-and-up cars such as the BMW M6 Gran Coupe and Porsche Panamera.

Cadillac offers three, 556-horsepower “V-series” versions of its CTS model, which currently come with $1,300 gas-guzzler taxes on their stickers. Jim Vurpillat, global marketing director for General Motors Co.’s Cadillac brand, says the plan going forward is to help buyers avoid the penalties on new V-series models. Cadillac’s next generation CTS, due out later this year, will be 244 pounds lighter than the current model, and will offer an eight-speed automatic transmission.

Skip Braver, owner of Cigarette Racing Team, the original manufacturer of the high-performance “cigarette” boats, says he has bought and sold a number of AMG models, and currently drives a white 2011 S63 AMG, a car that for 2013 starts at about $140,000.

A regular S-Class is a large, sedate limousine. The S63 AMG’s turbocharged V-8 puts out 536 horsepower and can run to 60 mph in 4.4 seconds, Mercedes says. Mr. Braver, who is 63, says an AMG car isn’t the greenest choice, but “I don’t drive that much.” And he says the high-performance models hold their value better than conventional models.

“It looks like a performance car when you get in,” says Mr. Braver. “It doesn’t look like an old man’s sedan.”

A version of this article appeared April 10, 2013, on page D3 in the U.S. edition of The Wall Street Journal, with the headline: Car Makers Pitch Power as the Ultimate Luxury.

© 2011 Wall Street Journal (www.wsj.com)

PostHeaderIcon Banksy Mural May Be Coming To U.S. After All

Story By: by Krishnadev Calamur

A man inspects a plastic cover placed over Slave Labour, an artwork attributed to Banksy, in London. This piece of art was put up for sale in Miami last February, but the ensuing outrage led to the auction’s cancellation. The mural is now part of an exhibition in London, and is is expected to move to the U.S. afterward.

You might remember the story of the uproar earlier this year over a piece of art by the mysterious graffiti artist Banksy that disappeared from its home on a wall in north London and ended up on the auction block in Miami.

That auction was canceled, and residents of Haringey Borough, the area from which the mural disappeared, were jubilant, hoping that “Slave Labour,” the Banksy mural, would be returned to its home. Unfortunately for them, that might not happen.

The stencil of a young boy sewing the Union Jack is the centerpiece of a June 2 exhibition in London, after which it will head to the U.S., where it is to be part of an “important private collection,” according to the Sincura Group, which is organizing the exhibition and auction. In a statement, it adds: “The showing of this piece was the culmination of months of hard work and we simply wish to display it … again [in] its home city before it disappears forever.”

The statement notes that law enforcement authorities on both sides of the Atlantic have determined that the mural was removed legally.

It was initially reported that Sincura was auctioning the artwork, but the company noted that it was “making no financial gain from displaying this piece of art.”

The Haringey Independent newspaper notes that the local council is working to get the artwork back.

In a statement, the head of the Trades Union Council for Haringey said:

“We appreciate that Sincura have made efforts to check that nothing illegal has taken place but it is a matter of business ethics. Banksy was certainly not asked before the work was removed let alone the people of Haringey in whose area he painted it. It should not be in private hands in the US, however it got there, but on display and not in Covent Garden but in Wood Green N22.”

As we reported in February, the Banksy artwork was expected to fetch between $500,000 and $700,000. As Eyder wrote at the time:

“Banksy, if you are not familiar, is a shadowy figure in the art world. He doesn’t give interviews and has gone from being a “guerrilla street artist” to a celebrated one worth millions. There is tension in those two things: On the one hand, he’s a rebel, a critic of both the traditional art world and the government, but on the other hand, his street art is fetching hundreds of thousands of dollars and threatening to erode his street cred.”

PostHeaderIcon Stunning Satellite Images Show A Changing Globe

Story By: by Matt Stiles

Credit: Google

Google has released a stunning cache of satellite images that show how the globe has changed in recent decades. Thursday’s announcement came from the search giant’s official blog:

“Working with the U.S. Geological Survey (USGS), NASA and TIME, we’re releasing more than a quarter-century of images of Earth taken from space, compiled for the first time into an interactive time-lapse experience. We believe this is the most comprehensive picture of our changing planet ever made available to the public.”

The map data come from the government as part of the Landsat program, which has been capturing satellite photos of the world for four decades. The technology doesn’t capture zoomed-in images of buildings, but it’s detailed enough to show large, man-made structures such as roads. This allows us to see how the landscape has changed with growth.

Google’s work with the imagery to create the Timelapse project is remarkable. The company pored over 2 million images — more than 900 terabytes of data — and published those in which cloud cover didn’t obscure the ground. They did this for every year going back to 1984 — and they covered the entire planet. See examples here.

Credit: Google

In addition to specific examples published in animated GIFs, you can also explore the imagery in more of a traditional Google Maps interface. Check out deforestation in the Amazon, for example. Or the effect of coal mining in Wyoming. You can also search for specific locations near you.

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PostHeaderIcon Can Online Shows Be Habit-Forming? Soaps May Provide Some Clues

Story By: by Linda Holmes

Debbi Morgan and Darnell Williams in a scene from the online-only premiere of All My Children.

In the world of television, there’s nothing quite like a soap habit. People watch characters evolve not over the 10 or 15 seasons that might mark a long run in prime time, but over 30 or 40 years, until they have kids and grandkids — sometimes played by the same actors the entire time.

That’s what has made the cancellation in recent years of big chunks of the soap lineup so upsetting to people — most recently in 2011, when ABC canceled both All My Children and One Life To Live. As All Things Considered reported over the weekend, both of those shows are making their debut today online at Hulu, a streaming service that will carry both exclusively, with much (but not all) of their casts intact. [CORRECTION: iTunes has them also, as explained a couple of paragraphs down — Hulu is the only place you can see them free. Apologies.]

The question, of course, is whether anybody is going to watch, and if so, who?

Traditionally, soaps are habit-based. People pop the TV on while they’re having lunch, or in the break room, or in the dorm room, and the habit reinforces itself. It’s not that soap fans didn’t embrace VCRs and DVRs and time-shifting in general, but the original soap model is rhythmic; it’s about the show fitting into your day somewhere that’s predictable. The model for making money off that habit was relatively simple: viewers tune in, they watch ads, the show gets paid for.

Hulu has ads, too, but there are fewer of them, and they can be packaged differently — when I watched AMC this morning, it offered me one long commercial at the beginning in exchange for seeing the rest of the show without any at all — and they can’t be skipped, unlike time-shifted ads on a DVR. At the same time, audiences are expected to be smaller; The New York Times reported yesterday that while these soaps pulled about three million viewers on ABC, they’d break even with about half a million when you combine Hulu, Hulu Plus (a paid service that will offer back episodes as well as new ones) and iTunes.

One big question concerns the fact that soaps on television have traditionally skewed toward older audiences. Back in 1994, one Kaiser Family Foundation study found that viewing was highest in young women (18-29) and older women (50 and over). But Reuters reported that as of the end of All My Children‘s run on ABC, the median viewer age was 57. Hulu, on the other hand, has a younger viewer base — earlier in April, it was reported to have an average age of 38.

So the challenge for Hulu is presumably in two parts: they need a younger audience (candidly, you can’t just let the audience age and age and then die), and they need to keep a base level of the older audience that has sustained these shows always. The opening episode of All My Children on Hulu is fairly transparent on that point — it introduces some younger characters and a high school plot, but also focuses on people who were on when I was a teenager, including Angie and Jesse Hubbard, who became a so-called “supercouple” in the early 1980s and are still making out 30 years later. (And good for them.)

The tension shows at times. On the one hand, soaps can be very traditional and very corny, and on the other, Hulu has apparently opened up the opportunity for not only more explicit sex scenes than I remember from TV soaps, but different language. The way they manage it in the premiere is that the young characters swear and the older characters don’t. It makes sense in its way (seeing Adam Chandler say “s—-” would be super weird for me personally), and maybe they think younger viewers won’t feel like they’re watching their grandma’s favorite show if it’s a little more salty. But if a traditional soap viewer who’s been watching since the 1970s makes her way to Hulu and tunes in on the first day, and the first thing she notices is that now Adam Chandler’s son says the s-word, how is that going to go over?

They’re in a tough spot here. They can afford to sacrifice a certain chunk of the audience, as they’ve said, and they’re already going to lose anybody who won’t seek out online television as well as anybody who specifically liked how relatively clean soaps were.

Undoubtedly, there are older fans who previously had no interest in seeking out streaming television who, with their favorite show available nowhere else, might try out viewing on a tablet or a set-top box for the first time. But it’s interesting that at the same time the new Netflix episodes of Arrested Development are representing streaming-only services as a home for content that’s understood to have a niche with those who are most plugged in to what pop culture decides is cool, soaps are representing streaming-only services as a home for content that’s treated as hopelessly uncool but is beloved anyway.

Previously online-only television has largely been billed as event television (like Arrested Development) or limited-run (like Netflix’s House Of Cards). Soaps will make an interesting test of whether the most traditional of TV habits can be translated from broadcast to online.

PostHeaderIcon Track Your Lost iPhone and Other Gear

F. Martin Ramin for The Wall Street Journal

From left: StickNFind, hipKey, Kensington Proximo

THE MOST CHALLENGING part of getting my family out the door in the morning isn’t making sure my two preschool-age children are dressed, fed and groomed. It’s trying to figure out where I put my wallet and keys the night before.

I often end up conducting a frantic search. My kids usually pitch in, flipping over sofa cushions, rummaging through their toy box in vain.

“Why don’t you just put your stuff in the same place when you get home?” my wife asks.

It’s an excellent suggestion, but I’ll never be a same-spot person. My kids’ best hope for getting to school on time might be a new breed of Bluetooth gizmos that you attach to stray possessions to make them chirp on command.

The products all work essentially the same way: They are small sensors that can be put on a key chain or slipped into a bag. When an item goes missing, you use a smartphone app to tell the sensor to play a sound, thus alerting you to the item’s whereabouts.

Most of these gizmos, like the hipKey and Proximo, work in reverse, too: Pressing a button on the sensor will make your smartphone ring—even if the volume is turned down. Unlike calling your phone or using Apple’s Find My iPhone service, neither a cellular nor Internet connection is required.

While similar products have been out for some time, only the latest generation, which uses a new, more energy-efficient version of Bluetooth, is practical for everyday use. The older sensors had to be charged frequently (a fatal flaw for a tool intended to help the forgetful); the latest can usually run for months at a time.

Michael Hsu joins Lunch Break with a look at the new generation of Bluetooth gadgets that help track down lost keys, smartphones, suitcases and other easy-to-misplace possessions. Photo: Kensington Computer Products.

There is one hitch: Few smartphones currently support the new protocol. All of the devices shown here work with the iPhone 4S and 5, but only the StickNFind will also pair with Bluetooth Smart-compatible Android devices, like Samsung’s Galaxy S III and S4. (The options will likely improve, however. Bluetooth Smart is becoming standard on the latest smartphones.)

As is the case with all high-tech solutions to basic problems, these sensors aren’t foolproof. Sometimes I had to walk around my house, waiting for a connection to reestablish itself. (Metal doors and thick walls can block a Bluetooth signal).

Despite their flakiness, I still appreciated the peace of mind these gadgets generally delivered. Ultimately, using one is more fun than training myself to keep my stuff in the same spot.

For iPhone addicts

The hipKey, a key-chain sensor designed to work with the iPhone 4S and 5, is the bulkiest of the bunch, but its app is smarter than the others. All of the models shown here can alert you when your smartphone and sensor move farther than a set distance apart. But the hipKey’s app is the only one that lets you define “safe zones”—like your home or office—so the alarm doesn’t go off when you leave your keys in the kitchen and bring your iPhone into the yard.

Because the hipKey maintains a near constant connection to the iPhone, according to the manufacturer, the battery will require more attention than those in similar devices: The app will alert you to recharge the hipKey every two to four weeks. (To compare, the Proximo’s battery life is listed at up to six months, the StickNFind’s up to a year.) Still, having a fail-safe virtual tether to the most important gadget in your life can be worth the occasional inconvenience. $90, hippih.com

For those with a village of gadgets

StickNFind sensors are tiny—just a hair bigger than the coin-cell battery that powers them—and they have adhesive tape on the back for sticking to remote controls and other devices. About the same thickness as two quarters (but lighter), they’re thin enough to slip into a wallet.

The StickNFind’s alert sound—similar to a digital alarm clock beep—was quieter than those of larger devices. You might have a hard time hearing it if you were to leave the sensor under a thick blanket.

Still, the thinness of the sensors, up to 20 of which can be paired with a single smartphone, opens up a whole world of objects to track. The temptation to stick these on everything you could possibly lose—children included—is hard to resist. $50 for two, sticknfind.com

For wanderers

The Proximo Starter Kit includes two tracking sensors: The circular sensor (a one-way device) is perfect for keeping tabs on a purse or laptop bag. The other (shown here), intended for your key chain, works in two directions: In addition to helping you find your keys, it can trigger an alarm on a misplaced iPhone 4S or 5. Both weigh a barely noticeable 0.6 ounces. Additional tags (up to five can be paired with a smartphone) cost $25 each.

One standout feature of the Proximo: When you leave a sensor behind somewhere, the app notes your GPS position to give you a rough idea of where to go searching. In my tests, the location wasn’t always precise, but it at least helped me figure out if the sensor was at home or at the office. I also liked that the device offers 11 different alarm sounds, a few of which are more melodic than shrill. $60, kensington.com

A version of this article appeared May 4, 2013, on page D12 in the U.S. edition of The Wall Street Journal, with the headline: Forget-Me-Not Gizmos.

© 2011 Wall Street Journal (www.wsj.com)

PostHeaderIcon Op-Ed: Did Boston Law Enforcement Drop The Ball?

Story By: Talk of the Nation

Read Joan Vennochi’s Boston Globe piece “Did the police let their guard down?

The Boston Police Department and cooperating law enforcement entities were praised for working together to track down suspects in the marathon bombings. Boston Globe columnist Joan Vennochi asks whether police could have done more in the months, weeks, and even hours before the explosions.

PostHeaderIcon Toward Eternity

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Horton Foote’s “The Trip to Bountiful” is one of the half-dozen greatest American plays, yet its greatness has yet to be generally acknowledged. The reasons why aren’t hard to grasp. Like all of Foote’s plays, it’s a soft-spoken character study, the tale of a tired old woman from Texas who hasn’t seen her hometown in 20 years, longs to do so once more before she dies, and decides one day to go there. Nothing else happens, nor do the characters say anything especially memorable. They merely show you how ordinary people live their lives. The poetry—and “The Trip to Bountiful” is profoundly poetic—is between the lines. Yet no one with a receptive soul can fail to appreciate the play’s myriad beauties, and Michael Wilson’s new revival, in which Cicely Tyson returns to Broadway for the first time since 1983, is unforgettably excellent. I’ve never been more deeply moved by a theatrical production of any kind.

Joan Marcus

Cicely Tyson and Cuba Gooding Jr.

Originally written for television in 1953, “The Trip to Bountiful” had a brief run on Broadway that same year, then was filmed in 1985. But even though regional-theater productions have since become common, “The Trip to Bountiful” went unseen in New York until 2005, when it was mounted by the Signature Theatre Company. That revival, which starred Lois Smith, was—and I don’t use the word casually—perfect. Had it transferred to Broadway, it would have decisively established the play as a masterpiece. Now Mr. Wilson, who worked closely with Foote throughout the playwright’s later years, has given “The Trip to Bountiful” a staging of like quality, one in which even the smallest parts are played with absolute comprehension.

Ms. Tyson is, of course, the star of the show, but she never indulges in the kind of notice-me exaggeration to which “stars” too often stoop. Indeed, what is most striking about her performance is its total lack of sentimentality. She speaks her lines in a cracked, vinegary old-lady voice in which no trace of self-pity can be heard, trusting to Foote to do the rest. If you’ve ever felt the fear of watching an increasingly frail parent try to keep on living her life the way she always has . . . well, you’ll feel it all over again as you watch Ms. Tyson on the stage of the Stephen Sondheim Theatre. That’s the measure of the truth of her acting.

The Trip to Bountiful

Stephen Sondheim Theatre

Through July 7

Part of what makes this production so fine is the unanimity with which Ms. Tyson’s colleagues support her magnificent performance. Cuba Gooding Jr., who plays her frustrated son, is exquisitely right, holding back his emotions until the climactic speech in which he opens his heart at last. Vanessa Williams, cast as her shrewish daughter-in-law, is boldly unafraid to be unlikable. Condola Rashad, one of Broadway’s finest young actresses, is simple and lovely as Thelma, the shy young bride whom Carrie meets and befriends on the bus to Bountiful. Arthur French and Tom Wopat are magically exact in the lesser but crucial roles of a ticket agent and a small-town sheriff. Mr. Wilson’s pivotal contribution to the proceedings is, as it should be, invisible: All you see are the gracefully poised results. You’re more likely to notice Jeff Cowie’s sets, which look naturalistically shabby at first glance but turn out to be aglow with rich implication.

Most of the parts in this production of “The Trip to Bountiful,” which takes place in Texas circa 1953, are played by black actors. “Nontraditional” casting, as it’s known in the theater business, can be both gratuitous and distracting, but at its best it’s capable of shedding fresh light on a familiar play. It works wonderfully well here, in part because it’s never stressed. Messrs. Wilson and Cowie leave it to you to notice such tiny details as the sign over the pay phone in the waiting room of a Houston bus station that says “Colored Only,” or the fact that the people in the room are reading Ebony, not Life. They believe in the intelligence of their audience, and they’re right to do so: Rarely have I seen theatergoers so immediately responsive as the ones who saw Monday’s performance.

All of which brings us back to the play itself. It doesn’t take a whole lot of thinking to figure out that Carrie Watts’s longing to see the town of Bountiful one last time is a metaphor for the human condition, and the only moment when “The Trip to Bountiful” falters is toward the end of the previous scene, when Foote puts words in her mouth that make his meaning slightly too explicit: “I expect someday people will come again and cut down the trees and plant the cotton and maybe even wear out the land again. . . . We’re part of all this. We left it but we can never lose what it has given us.” Carrie is telling us what the play itself has already told us, and we don’t need to hear it spelled out.

Otherwise, “The Trip to Bountiful” is without flaw. It says at least as much about the American national character as “The Glass Menagerie” or “Our Town,” and deserves to be seen at least as often as those two classics—especially when it’s done like this.

Mr. Teachout, the Journal’s drama critic, blogs about theater and the other arts at www.terryteachout.com. Write to him at tteachout@wsj.com.

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PostHeaderIcon Where Classical Music and Jazz Collaborate

Derek Bermel recalled the moment things went awry in 2006 during rehearsals for his composition “The Migration Series.” Trumpeter Wynton Marsalis had commissioned the piece, which paired the Jazz at Lincoln Center Orchestra and the American Composers Orchestra. All seemed well until the musicians reached a section marked by contrapuntal rhythms.

“I knew something was wrong,” Mr. Bermel, a composer, conductor and clarinetist, said in an interview. “I felt the jazz band and the symphony orchestra pulling apart. The orchestra was going with the conductor, and the jazz band was going with the rhythm section—piano, bass and drums.”

Mr. Bermel solved the problem by reassigning parts in his score. “Right then, I began to think about how a composer builds hybridity into a piece of music,” he said. “How can awareness of the separate cultures of jazz and classical music fit into one musical architecture?”

Those are among the challenges addressed by the second class of the three-year-old Jazz Composers Orchestra Institute, which connects composers working primarily in jazz with symphony orchestras to seek a deepened context for such collaboration. The JCOI will present the first of three public readings of new symphonic works by these composers on Tuesday and Wednesday at Kleinhans Music Hall, in Buffalo, N.Y., with the Buffalo Philharmonic (there will be readings with the ACO at Columbia University’s Miller Theater June 3 and 4, and with the La Jolla Symphony and Chorus, at UC San Diego’s Mandeville Auditorium, Sept. 19 and 20). Thus concludes a process begun in August, when 37 composers attended a weeklong series of workshops and seminars at UCLA’s Herb Alpert School of Music (17 of them now get the chance to work directly with orchestras).

Jazz and classical worlds have long intersected. Pianist James P. Johnson and saxophonist Ornette Coleman composed for symphony orchestras. George Gershwin and Leonard Bernstein incorporated jazz elements into orchestral works. Gunther Schuller proposed a “Third Stream”—somewhere between classical music and jazz—more than a half-century ago.

If that vision hasn’t exactly materialized, quite a few jazz musicians have worked lately in classical contexts. For Maria Schneider’s latest CD, “Winter Morning Walks,” with opera singer Dawn Upshaw, the composer-arranger conducted the St. Paul and Australian chamber orchestras. Saxophonist Wayne Shorter has recently composed for and performed with both the Los Angeles Philharmonic and Orpheus Chamber Orchestra. Earlier this month, pianist Marcus Roberts performed an original piano concerto with the Atlanta Symphony Orchestra. Wadada Leo Smith’s “Ten Freedom Summers,” which paired the trumpeter’s jazz quartet with a chamber orchestra, was a 2013 Pulitzer Prize finalist for music.

The JCOI, created in 2010, grew from conversations between George Lewis (then head of Columbia University’s Center for Jazz Studies) and Michael Geller, the ACO’s executive director. Mr. Lewis’s celebrated work as a trombonist and composer demonstrates his ability to think beyond genre. “The word ‘jazz’ is not going to hold me back from doing what I want to do with a set of instruments,” he said. “Still, there is a professional and socially constituted jazz field, and people identified with that field don’t usually have access to an orchestra.” If the JCOI fills a practical need, Mr. Geller thinks it extends both ways. “This program means an influx of music that is completely contemporary and offers a different perspective,” he said.

Beyond opportunity, the program immerses musicians in the symphonic world. The workshop week—”a boot camp for musical modernists,” Mr. Lewis called it— included a survey of symphonic innovation since about 1970, which Mr. Lewis thinks is too often overlooked. (He said that Gérard Grisey’s “Partiels,” composed in 1975, elicited “37 mouths open in astonishment at the same time.”) There was practical instruction of many sorts. Harpist Anne LeBaron demonstrated her instrument’s possibilities. An orchestra librarian shared the cost of an orchestra rehearsal (roughly $300 per minute).

Inevitably, issues of jazz aesthetics arose. Courtney Bryan, a 30-year-old pianist who studied jazz in her native New Orleans and classical music at Oberlin Conservatory in Ohio, asked about “strategies to notate the feeling of improvisation, without asking musicians to improvise.” Mr. Bermel, who, as the ACO’s creative adviser, worked closely with Mr. Lewis on the workshops, stressed one essential truth. “In a symphony orchestra, rhythm and momentum are driven by the strings,” he said. “Most people don’t realize that.”

At his apartment in Brooklyn, N.Y., bassist Gregg August pulled out the score to his piece “Una Rumba Sinfonica,” which will be played in Buffalo. “This middle section came out of Derek’s statement about the strings,” he said as he pointed out measures in which deconstructed polyrhythms drawn from Afro-Cuban music are scored for violins, violas and cellos. Mr. August, principal bassist with the Brooklyn Philharmonic, is best known for his work in jazz and Latin groups. His JCOI proposal described his belief that “Cuban rumba can inspire an entirely new way of writing for orchestra.”

In preparation for orchestral readings, each jazz musician works with a mentor composer. Flautist Nicole Mitchell, a composer in the 2010-11 program, is now among those mentors. “My own orchestra reading was traumatic,” she said. “I felt separated from my music up there on the stand while I sat in the audience. Jazz is really an oral tradition. Even though most of us write our music out, a lot of communication happens in real time, and musicians are directly involved with the composer.”

As Ms. Schneider said of her recent project, “We’re used to leaving room for someone to bring the music fully to life. Suddenly, if it’s not on the page, it doesn’t exist. It’s a completely different sensibility.” There are other differences, too. “Orchestra musicians look at a conductor,” Mr. August said. “They’re used to seeing the time, instead of relying on feeling it, like we do in jazz.”

The institute’s community is diverse. The previous class included pianist Phillip Golub, then in high school, and bassist Rufus Reid, then 66 and with a long and stellar jazz discography to his credit. Mr. Reid gained both the technical expertise, he said, and “the audacity to compose for orchestra.” He wasn’t interested in some grand Third Stream ambition. “I just had new ideas that required an orchestra,” he said.

Mr. Lewis didn’t think Mr. Reid’s piece, “Mass Transit,” swung in any jazz sense. “But it sounded like his bass playing,” Mr. Lewis said, “with his particular sense of wonder and surprise and drama. Some things go beyond genre, as long as you know what you’re doing and who you’re doing it with.”

Mr. Blumenfeld writes about jazz for the Journal. He also blogs at blogs.artinfo.com/blunotes.

A version of this article appeared April 22, 2013, on page D5 in the U.S. edition of The Wall Street Journal, with the headline: Where Classical Music And Jazz Collaborate.

© 2011 Wall Street Journal (www.wsj.com)

PostHeaderIcon Where Classical Music and Jazz Collaborate

Derek Bermel recalled the moment things went awry in 2006 during rehearsals for his composition “The Migration Series.” Trumpeter Wynton Marsalis had commissioned the piece, which paired the Jazz at Lincoln Center Orchestra and the American Composers Orchestra. All seemed well until the musicians reached a section marked by contrapuntal rhythms.

“I knew something was wrong,” Mr. Bermel, a composer, conductor and clarinetist, said in an interview. “I felt the jazz band and the symphony orchestra pulling apart. The orchestra was going with the conductor, and the jazz band was going with the rhythm section—piano, bass and drums.”

Mr. Bermel solved the problem by reassigning parts in his score. “Right then, I began to think about how a composer builds hybridity into a piece of music,” he said. “How can awareness of the separate cultures of jazz and classical music fit into one musical architecture?”

Those are among the challenges addressed by the second class of the three-year-old Jazz Composers Orchestra Institute, which connects composers working primarily in jazz with symphony orchestras to seek a deepened context for such collaboration. The JCOI will present the first of three public readings of new symphonic works by these composers on Tuesday and Wednesday at Kleinhans Music Hall, in Buffalo, N.Y., with the Buffalo Philharmonic (there will be readings with the ACO at Columbia University’s Miller Theater June 3 and 4, and with the La Jolla Symphony and Chorus, at UC San Diego’s Mandeville Auditorium, Sept. 19 and 20). Thus concludes a process begun in August, when 37 composers attended a weeklong series of workshops and seminars at UCLA’s Herb Alpert School of Music (17 of them now get the chance to work directly with orchestras).

Jazz and classical worlds have long intersected. Pianist James P. Johnson and saxophonist Ornette Coleman composed for symphony orchestras. George Gershwin and Leonard Bernstein incorporated jazz elements into orchestral works. Gunther Schuller proposed a “Third Stream”—somewhere between classical music and jazz—more than a half-century ago.

If that vision hasn’t exactly materialized, quite a few jazz musicians have worked lately in classical contexts. For Maria Schneider’s latest CD, “Winter Morning Walks,” with opera singer Dawn Upshaw, the composer-arranger conducted the St. Paul and Australian chamber orchestras. Saxophonist Wayne Shorter has recently composed for and performed with both the Los Angeles Philharmonic and Orpheus Chamber Orchestra. Earlier this month, pianist Marcus Roberts performed an original piano concerto with the Atlanta Symphony Orchestra. Wadada Leo Smith’s “Ten Freedom Summers,” which paired the trumpeter’s jazz quartet with a chamber orchestra, was a 2013 Pulitzer Prize finalist for music.

The JCOI, created in 2010, grew from conversations between George Lewis (then head of Columbia University’s Center for Jazz Studies) and Michael Geller, the ACO’s executive director. Mr. Lewis’s celebrated work as a trombonist and composer demonstrates his ability to think beyond genre. “The word ‘jazz’ is not going to hold me back from doing what I want to do with a set of instruments,” he said. “Still, there is a professional and socially constituted jazz field, and people identified with that field don’t usually have access to an orchestra.” If the JCOI fills a practical need, Mr. Geller thinks it extends both ways. “This program means an influx of music that is completely contemporary and offers a different perspective,” he said.

Beyond opportunity, the program immerses musicians in the symphonic world. The workshop week—”a boot camp for musical modernists,” Mr. Lewis called it— included a survey of symphonic innovation since about 1970, which Mr. Lewis thinks is too often overlooked. (He said that Gérard Grisey’s “Partiels,” composed in 1975, elicited “37 mouths open in astonishment at the same time.”) There was practical instruction of many sorts. Harpist Anne LeBaron demonstrated her instrument’s possibilities. An orchestra librarian shared the cost of an orchestra rehearsal (roughly $300 per minute).

Inevitably, issues of jazz aesthetics arose. Courtney Bryan, a 30-year-old pianist who studied jazz in her native New Orleans and classical music at Oberlin Conservatory in Ohio, asked about “strategies to notate the feeling of improvisation, without asking musicians to improvise.” Mr. Bermel, who, as the ACO’s creative adviser, worked closely with Mr. Lewis on the workshops, stressed one essential truth. “In a symphony orchestra, rhythm and momentum are driven by the strings,” he said. “Most people don’t realize that.”

At his apartment in Brooklyn, N.Y., bassist Gregg August pulled out the score to his piece “Una Rumba Sinfonica,” which will be played in Buffalo. “This middle section came out of Derek’s statement about the strings,” he said as he pointed out measures in which deconstructed polyrhythms drawn from Afro-Cuban music are scored for violins, violas and cellos. Mr. August, principal bassist with the Brooklyn Philharmonic, is best known for his work in jazz and Latin groups. His JCOI proposal described his belief that “Cuban rumba can inspire an entirely new way of writing for orchestra.”

In preparation for orchestral readings, each jazz musician works with a mentor composer. Flautist Nicole Mitchell, a composer in the 2010-11 program, is now among those mentors. “My own orchestra reading was traumatic,” she said. “I felt separated from my music up there on the stand while I sat in the audience. Jazz is really an oral tradition. Even though most of us write our music out, a lot of communication happens in real time, and musicians are directly involved with the composer.”

As Ms. Schneider said of her recent project, “We’re used to leaving room for someone to bring the music fully to life. Suddenly, if it’s not on the page, it doesn’t exist. It’s a completely different sensibility.” There are other differences, too. “Orchestra musicians look at a conductor,” Mr. August said. “They’re used to seeing the time, instead of relying on feeling it, like we do in jazz.”

The institute’s community is diverse. The previous class included pianist Phillip Golub, then in high school, and bassist Rufus Reid, then 66 and with a long and stellar jazz discography to his credit. Mr. Reid gained both the technical expertise, he said, and “the audacity to compose for orchestra.” He wasn’t interested in some grand Third Stream ambition. “I just had new ideas that required an orchestra,” he said.

Mr. Lewis didn’t think Mr. Reid’s piece, “Mass Transit,” swung in any jazz sense. “But it sounded like his bass playing,” Mr. Lewis said, “with his particular sense of wonder and surprise and drama. Some things go beyond genre, as long as you know what you’re doing and who you’re doing it with.”

Mr. Blumenfeld writes about jazz for the Journal. He also blogs at blogs.artinfo.com/blunotes.

A version of this article appeared April 22, 2013, on page D5 in the U.S. edition of The Wall Street Journal, with the headline: Where Classical Music And Jazz Collaborate.

© 2011 Wall Street Journal (www.wsj.com)