Salon Prive by Davis Bunn

Dear Friends and Family,

The last weekend in August marks the Salon Prive, the largest gathering of supercars and vintage racers in Europe. For the past five years it’s been held here, in Blenheim Palace’s front yard. Okay, ‘yard’ probably isn’t the right word, since the distance from the front door to the end of the drive is just over two miles. But still.

That’s me leaning against the wheel of this year’s Renault Formula One racer. I snuck in at daybreak for this shot. Before they cordoned off the machine, and also before I had to go back and put on a jacket and tie. I got in free because I live here, but I still had to dress up like I actually belonged.

This past weekend was broken into four segments. Thursday was a sort of ‘show up and get your bearings day’. Cost to enter was three hundred dollars. Friday was ‘hat day’. As in, ladies must wear one, and first prize for the weirdest hat was ten thousand dollars. Cost to enter, four hundred dollars. Saturday was ‘Porsche day’. Each year, the Saturday is given over to one car club or another. Cost was three hundred bucks. One car is judged the best from each production year, going back to the nineteen thirties. Owners spend months pimping their rides. The winners get a decal for their rear window and the chance to drive in a circle around the other people who stand and watch and wish their car had won.

All this is true.

Sunday is ‘peasant’s day’. Okay, that’s not what it’s actually called. But still. The price drops to twenty dollars and the place is just jammed. Eleven thousand people came this year. There were so many supercars on display, they directed all the Rolls Royces and the Maybachs – we’re talking four hundred thousand dollars for the base models – to the general parking area.

A lot of these vintage super cars would be expensive if you bought them by the pound. Last week, a sixties-era Ferrari sold for, wait for it…

Twenty-eight million dollars. Read more


Blenheim Palace – July 17, 2018

Dear Friends,

As most of you know, and for those who don’t, through our work at the university my wife and I had the opportunity to take the former chief butler’s apartment at Blenheim Palace.  There are a lot of drawbacks to this place, for example:

–No closets, no pantry, no garage, no cellar, no storage space, not even for the vacuum cleaner or our suitcases,

–No pets,

–No garden.  Okay, so the palace does sit inside a walled estate of two thousand acres, designed by Capability Brown.  But still.

–Last year, four hundred and seventeen thousand visitors walked under the archway which is directly below Isabella’s office (she is next to the clock tower you will see in some of these photos).

And so forth.

That said, it’s not everybody who can lean out their hall window and watch President Trump be greeted by Prim Minister Theresa May.  Actually, I was assured that if I did lean out I would be shot by snipers on the palace roof.

But that was last week.

This week, Bollywood came to Blenheim.

In case you weren’t aware, Bollywood – India’s film industry – is the second largest in the world.  And their most successful comedy series ever is a trio of films called Housefull.  They are now filming number four, and for reasons that you probably have to be Indian to understand, they decided to do a final big dance number here in Blenheim.  Yes, the rest of story takes place in India.  No, this doesn’t make any sense at all.  But it was a LOT of fun to watch.

A couple of points you might find of interest.

First, the ancient Rolls Royces you see parked in front of the dancers are supposedly waiting to take the royal family back home.  Why they would choose to ride in cars that are ninety years old is not actually explained in the story.  The modern Bentley convertibles are reserved for the Indian stars, once they finish dancing.  Naturally.

Secondly, the figures standing on the front steps are lookalikes – I am not making this up – for Prince Charles, Lady Camilla, Megan Markel Duchess of Sussex, and Prince Harry.  What you can’t see, because I couldn’t get close enough to film it, was when the dancers started their routine, the four royals boogied down.

Never a dull moment.

Warmest regards,




Blenheim Palace – July 13, 2018

Dear Friends,

I thought it might be nice to share some photos I took from our apartment window yesterday.  Needless to say, this is as close as I was allowed to come to the festivities.  As it was, I had two sniffer dogs and a dozen armed officers go through the apartment earlier yesterday.

If you take them in order, you will see the UK Prime Minister and her husband come down the main stairs as President Trump’s helicopter lands.  He is then driven through the estate in his armored limo (no pics of that, wrong angle).  Trump arrives, they cross the forecourt, climb the stairs, and stand there for the trooping of the colors.

For the two days running up to this, we had three hundred and fifty police officers, plus 50 armed SAS, and the US Secret Service.  I went through three checkpoints and a search just going from our apartment to our car.

Be it ever so humble…


The Portable Sanctuary

“Making the simple complicated is commonplace.  Making the complicated  simple, awesomely simple, that is creativity.”

Charles Mingus, jazz musician and band leader


Sometimes it feels as though change is the only constant.

Change is an enormously powerful force, both in our lives and our creative space.  And it’s impact is increasing.  Facing this is crucial to maintaining a regular creative output.

The problem is, many creative types seek to use their art as a shield against change.  They resist anything that comes between them and their sense of a creative haven.

I know a few successful artists who manage to live in such static surrounds.  A very dear friend, one of the world’s best-selling authors, resides in a tiny farming community that is basically as isolated from modern civilization as she can get, and still call the planet earth her home.

For most of us, this is not an option.

What is more, the speed of change is accelerating.  When I started writing, the time between significant changes was relatively long.  Mail was the primary means of communication.  Teletypes followed, then faxes, email, cellphones, tablets…You get the picture.

Psychologists often say millenials are much more comfortable with change, where rapid and significant shifts are seen as a constant.  Change is a way of life.  Millenials are comfortable constantly adapting.  So they say.

If you are one of these, please skip over the rest of this lesson.  Good on you.

But what I have found in the vast majority of my students is this:  They see their creative work as an opportunity to retreat from this constant change.  Their art is their haven.  They find stability here.

Too often this attitude results in dropping the creative hour whenever change or stress invades. Read more

The Improbable Hour

“Those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music.”

Fredrich Nietzsche

Remember the blizzard of 2015?

If you don’t, you weren’t anywhere near the east coast.

The region from Maine to Baltimore got hammered.  Hurricane force winds, severe damage to the Jersey shore, tons of snow, blinding conditions, followed by extreme cold.  The works.

The last day of the blizzard the winds turned offshore.  Which means basically nothing to anyone not viscerally tied to the sea.  But for surfers along the New England coast, the conditions became epic.

Needless to say, it remained a bit on the chilly side.  Not to mention frigid winds and blinding snow.  Four governors declared states of emergencies and told everyone to stay indoors.

On that day, videographer James Katsipis filmed four Montauk surfers having the time of their lives in twelve to fifteen foot Long Island waves.  The resulting video has gone viral, especially after Pearl Jam rendered ‘Rain On Me’ by The Who for the soundtrack.  The Vimeo link is  But in case that is down, search for ‘Juno’ by James Katsipis and Tauk Is Cheap Productions.  The view is somewhat blurred at times by the blizzard, but for some of us that only adds spice to the mix. Read more


“Every day, do one thing that scares you.”

Eleanor Roosevelt

My wife is the smart one in our family.

When we were able to start living from my writing, Isabella had the opportunity to fulfill her own lifelong dream, and began work on her doctorate at the University of Oxford.  She promised me we would only stay in England for three years.  That was in 1992.  We are still there.

During our second year at Oxford, I was offered my own dream-come-true, in the form of my first large advance.  A word of explanation is due here.  An author’s advance is based on what the publisher thinks that particular book will earn in its first year to eighteen months.  My earlier books had done well, and my publisher decided that they wanted to up the ante.  They said they were going to try and elevate me to ‘front of store’, where the book comes out in hardback and is positioned on the table you see when you first enter a bookstore.  This placement has to be purchased by the publishers, but it also has to pass muster with the bookstore’s buyers.  They only offer front-of-store placement to books they think are going to hit the bestseller lists.

When I finally descended from my low-altitude orbit, my publishers asked if I had a story in mind that could potentially justify such a big jump.  And as a matter of fact, I did.  I wanted to write a romance-adventure based in the six months that began on May 22, 337AD. Read more

Goals, And How to Get There

“Inspiration exists, but it has to find you working.”

Pablo Picasso

Quite possibly, the hardest word for many artists to speak, read, write, or hear is…

Get ready for it.


Even so, we have to discuss it.  Because, let’s face it, an artistic brand has never been more important than now.

Current definition:  An artistic brand is like a signature.  A buyer – as in, the person who supports your creative profession – wants to know what to expect from you, the artist.   Everything you produce needs to be identifiable to the untrained eye as distinctly yours.  It needs to follow a pattern, and create expectations in the buyer’s mind.  Eventually, the audience comes to anticipate your next work.  They grow eager to buy because they trust you to deliver along the same lines as before, which they already have come to love and desire.

The problem is obvious.  Seen in this light, designing an artistic brand and sticking to it basically requires you to build a cage.  You erect these restrictions to your creative direction, then you step inside and consign yourself to years of limited growth.

Who in their right mind would be motivated to even try? Read more

Why Bother

“Each of us have moments when we are swept away by an inner sense of excitement about something we are doing or want to do.  In this state, whatever we are working on seems to come alive with significance and even necessity, and our contribution seems to validate who we are or, perhaps more accurately, who we can be.”

Martha Graham, dancer and choreographer

But such moments of inspiration cannot be forced into being.  They cannot even be awaited.  Instead, for the artist to truly be an artist, the creative work must continue despite this inspiration being absent.

But why bother?

There are so many other demands upon our time and energy.  Why put up a fight against the incoming tide?  I mean, let’s face facts here.  There is so little chance we’ll succeed.

And another thing.  What about everything we have to give up in order to make this creative dream reality?

I’m so glad you asked. Read more

The Day, The Hour

But I shall let the little I have learnt go forth into the day in order that someone better than I may guess the truth, and in his work may prove and rebuke my error. At this I shall rejoice that I was yet a means whereby this truth has come to light.

Albrecht Durer (1471-1528) leader of the German Renaissance

We cannot declare when the moment shall arise, when we cast off the chains of mundane existence and rise up to that incredible, exalted state.  We can’t fashion the hour that our wings will unfold, and we fly off, and glimpse a brief fragment of creative bliss.  We can’t, we just can’t.

But we can most certainly name it.

“Everything flows and nothing stays,” said Heraclitus, the fifth-century Greek philospher, speaking of how time constantly moves us forward, and change is life’s only constant.  But these days there is another meaning given to this word.  And it is by this term that we will begin to take aim.


Why call it this?  Well, we need to call it something.  And naming that moment when we become one with the practice of our art is sort of like trying to name a vaccuum.  In that instant, we simply are not there.  So in naming it, we instead need to look at the process that brings us to that point.

Flow.  It works as good as anything else. Read more

Making It Natural

You have to play a long time to be able to play like yourself.”

Miles Davis

A dear friend in France, a gastric surgeon, is the son and grandson and great-grandson of taxi drivers.  Being French, the fact that his ancestors were both uneducated and dirt poor did not reduce their passion for art.  They also desired to be collectors, even though they could not afford the art they liked.  But as so often happens in that amazing country, they found a way around their limitations.

Although my friend has become fairly well-off, he has never been bitten by the acquisative bug.  The irony of his complete and utter disinterest in buying anything is also very French.

In his case, the reason for not wanting to buy more art is because he already has too much.  He claims the burden of inheritance has scalded him so bad he has lost his taste to acquire anything.  If his wife wants new furniture, new kitchen utensils, new clothes for the kids, new anything, she just goes and buys it.  Because she also handles their household accounts, I am not certain he even notices.

To enter their home is to pass through a rambling black and white museum.  Because his ancestors could not afford paintings, they bought sketches.  Many of the artists whose work they loved were starving, and they were able to acquire entire sketchbooks for pennies. Read more