These antique feather and coral earrings really pop. And against a simple white dress? Damn!
From Erie Basin, of course.
These antique feather and coral earrings really pop. And against a simple white dress? Damn!
From Erie Basin, of course.
A few months back, I wrote about Scott Lenhardt’s quest to make his page-a-day nude calendar a reality. Folks, I am here to say it is here, it is for sale, and it is so damn charming. Behold, the Twenty Four Hour Woman! She installs air conditioners, she works a visor, she sells twist cones at an ice cream stand — all in the very endearing nude. (Because who doesn’t love turnip-shaped boobs?)
But how did this little lady come to be? Scott explains the Twenty Four Woman’s origins as such:
Twenty Four Hour Woman is a one-a-day calendar not unlike the popular Far Side calendars of the ’80s. It’s a simple idea that is meant to celebrate the woman caught in the act of whatever it is she is doing, one day at a time. This nude series started as an exercise a few years ago in my studio as a way to warm up my brain, get my hand moving and help ease any seriousness that might have been floating around. Each day of this 5″ X 4″ (approx.) tear-off calendar contains a different little drawing of a naked lady doing something different for every day of the year. I have spent the last year-and-a-half illustrating the limitless list of activities and tasks and have done my best to do so with love and honesty.
I’m so excited to greet each new day of 2013 with the Twenty Four Hour Woman.
Last minute, but I gotta plug the most excellent Morbid Anatomy Holiday Fair, which takes place this weekend in Brooklyn. Find all kinds of gifts for your alternative holiday needs, like taxidermy, waxworks, anthropomorphic insect tableaux, and all kinds of odd goodies.
This year’s event will feature the taxidermy of anthropomorphic mouse taxidermy class teacher Sue Jeiven; the artisinal wax works of artist Sigrid Sarda; the insect shadowboxes of Daisy Tainton; taxidermic curiosities by Katie Innamorato and Amber Jolliffe; photography and deaccessioned books and artifacts from the Morbid Anatomy Library, “Andean goodies” from Alastair Noble; anatomical throw pillows by Elizabeth New; and the oddities of Mark Splatter, all accompanied by music and beer provided by our sponsor Brooklyn Brewery.
December 8 – 9, 2012
Time: Noon – 6:00 PM
Location: Observatory; 543 Union at Nevins, Brooklyn (enter via Proteus Gowanus Gallery)
When it comes to gift-giving, I’m not a guru; thoughtful, just-so gifts are hard to come by, especially when you wait until the last second to find them (ahem, me). However, one thing that everyone can agree upon and enjoy is FOOD. I ran across New York Mouth on Twitter last night (thank you, Kate!) and immediately knew it was the answer for so many people on my list: handcrafted, small batch food from independent businesses, put together into convenient little gift packages. And forget the sweets: sign me up for the pickle-of-the-month subscription.
I know I sound like an infomercial right now (this is not a sponsored post, I don’t do that), but I’m actually just so psyched about a pickle subscription, so I thought I’d pass along the good news. And to my sister: sorry to let the cat out of the bag, but now you know what you’re getting.
I’m so in love with these snowflake crystal holiday cards. (Bought them immediately, in fact!) According to seller Jeremy Rendina, “This collage of snow crystal micro-photographs was originally taken in the 1920s by Vermont farmer Wilson Bentley; individual snowflakes were caught on black velvet and photographed before melting.” Gorgeous.
We’ve reached the time of year where reflection runs high — Thanksgiving, the holidays, the cusp of a new year. In all honesty (and I’m about to get personal here), I’m pretty rough on myself most days, putting on the metaphorical hair shirt and just running with it: “You should go to the gym more, stop buying ice cream sandwiches, update this blog more often, call your grandma, curb your taxi addiction, volunteer at the animal shelter, take a class, quit being a flake on plans, stop letting the kale go bad and actually make those grand salads you’re always planning, investigate the merits of various anti-aging face creams, and why haven’t you gone to the MoMA this year? Or last year? And shouldn’t you be running a marathon or something?”
There are a lot of things I could do, it’s true. But there are a lot of things that are good now, today, and they need to be enjoyed without ruinous worries about the future or what I could be doing alternatively. “Don’t ruin the cake mix,” as they say.
I’m so grateful for my always supportive and awesome husband (still getting used to that word!), my family, purring cats, my health, handmade socks, Pendleton blankets, libraries, candles that smell like woodsmoke, oysters, a creative career where I get paid to do stuff I actually enjoy, custard pie, bonfires, The New Yorker, homemade pasta, aimless drives down country roads, and fresh fallen snow. And I feel so lucky to be in New York; it’s not the easiest place to live, but somehow that makes me value it even more.
Now, to surround myself with all of these ideas (like a cashmere sweater!) the next time I am tempted to put on the hair shirt. Be gentle with yourself. That’s the best advice.
Painter Lia Melia is a master of the abstract landscape (my favorite). Paintings of an ocean? I’m all over that. So beautiful.
I’m seriously digging Julie Cohn’s organic designs. Check it out.
Yoko Ono is not pretty, she is not easy, her paintings aren’t recognizable, her voice is not melodious, her films are without plot and her Happenings make no sense. One of her paintings you are told to sleep on. One of her paintings you are told to burn. One of her paintings isn’t a painting at all — it’s you going outside and looking at the sky. Most of her stuff is not even there. This is why I love her.
We need more impossible in our culture. Go out and capture moonlight on water in a bucket, she commands… It takes an enormous lack of ego to not put your imprint on everything you do, to not employ your learning and position. To stand back, to hold back, to keep your mouth shut. To yell with your silence, when you know you very well could make soothing and welcomed sounds at the drop of a hat. She could sing; she knows how. And being a Beatles wife could have been a magic charm — but she wasn’t interested. It takes willpower to overpower the will to power. To be accepted, to be thought nice, is traditionally woman’s power. That is something Ono doesn’t need.
I very much enjoyed Lisa Carver’s (yes, that Lisa Carver!) recent essay on Yoko Ono as a “difficult” artist. I admire the fact that Ono makes no attempts to be conventional, nice, or accepted by mainstream culture; she’s as weird as she ever was, and making no concessions as time goes on. Though I make no attempt to say that I understand her work, I appreciate impossibility just the same. Here’s to being a difficult woman.
Hey Los Angeles! All-around amazing internet presence Su Wu of I’m Revolting has put together a pop-up shop of one-of-a-kind and exclusive pieces, and the collection will be incredible, I’m sure. The “We’re Revolting” pop-up installation opens at Creatures of Comfort this Saturday, October 20, and I so wish I could be there. Be sure to visit before it’s over!
OPENING RECEPTION: 5-8 p.m., October 20
WHERE: Creatures of Comfort LA, 7971 Melrose Avenue, Los Angeles, CA
WHEN: October 20 to November 10, 2012.
(With sticker sheet illustrated by the multi-talented Building Block, of one piece by every artist.)
Oh man, if only! This Dawn Levy wool and leather number is calling my name. I love a good sleeve.
So, this wedding thing that I’ve been brainstorming / ruminating / stress-sobbing about for the last, oh, year, is happening in less than two weeks. Things are getting really real! My dress is done as of Friday, the candles are sitting in countless garbage bags in my kitchen, my hairstyle is still half-baked, and the last minute details are piling up: namely, what should we do on our post-wedding trip to Portland, Maine?
We decided to go to Portland because it’s close, cheap, and super picturesque — lighthouses and whatnot. Jeff’s brother lived there for a few years, so he’s been before, but I’ve never ventured to the land of Maine. What should we do? I’ve yet to eat a whole lobster, so that’s definitely on my list. Is there fall foliage in October? Any shops that can’t be missed? And I’d love to hear any recommendations for day trips or museums nearby. I’m all ears!
Let me begin by saying that I am not a summer person: not now, probably not ever. (Though I was a pool rat in my younger days.) Summer in New York is a humid, soul sucking, demoralizing experience, and frankly, I could do without it. Just chuck the whole damn season. I wouldn’t miss it!
Fall, however: allow me to rhapsodize for a moment. Tights! Light jackets! Woodsmoke and apples and foliage, oh my! Fall is when I really, truly enjoy my surroundings, and the annual “back to school” rush for new clothes just adds to the excitement. Though I’m not going back to school anytime soon, I’m totally digging the letterman’s jacket, saddle shoes, Audrey Horne look for fall. Call me Peggy, let’s get a milkshake!
On the other hand, I’m also equally into the leather jacket, motorcyle old lady look. More on that to come…!
For all of the pieces above, check out my Polyvore.
We’ve been working on music for the wedding today — the first dance, processional, stuff like that. (I never realized how much my taste skews toward heart-wrenching, sad sack tunes — not a good look for a happy occasion like a wedding.) Here’s a contender for the reception: Barbara Lewis’s “Baby, I’m Yours.”
As a (huge) New York history dork, I was super excited to see this interactive history of the city, through 50 objects, in the New York Times this morning. Inspired by “A History of the World in 100 Objects,” the British Museum’s BBC radio series and book — also awesome — the Times recruited historians and museum curators to identify 50 objects that could embody the narrative of New York. From oysters and metrocards to bagels and mastodon tusks, it goes deep. Check it out.
I really enjoyed Collectors Weekly’s round-up of “feature matches” from the 1930s and ’40s. It’s one thing to produce a clever ad, but to make the very matches look like tiny chefs or a bottle of beer — well, that’s ingenuity.
I’ve been pining for an antique Odd Fellows banner for the longest time. These hand-painted silk flags are not only beautiful — they’re also covered with amazing symbols, like beehives, conjoined links, hands, hearts and skulls. (In other words, much of the same iconography that inspired our wedding invitations.)
Because I’ve had such great luck putting it to the universe before, I thought I’d try again. I’m looking for a talented painter / embroidery or needlework kinda person to recreate the imagery from our wedding invitation as a custom silk banner, with some gold fringe on the edges. Hand-painting, screen-printing, iron-ons or embroidery will work, as long as it looks great. (And I’ll definitely pay for your efforts!)
Just the thought of this wondrous piece on my guestbook table makes me squeal with delight. If you know someone who can make this dream a reality, send ‘em my way!
When I became obsessed with ancient Grecian gold laurel crowns, I thought I had no hope of finding something similar. I mean, those crowns are artifacts in a museum; there didn’t seem a chance in hell that I’d be able to find, much less afford, anything that measured up to those precious golden wreaths.
Until, on a whim, I searched Etsy for an antique golden crown. Lo and behold, vintage seller Pippa Tree had the most intriguing golden and silver crowns. In fact, I found one such piece — so delicate and not like a crown crown (as I have no princess aspirations, only Grecian) — that really took my heart. This tiara, along with the matching boutonnière, was originally worn in 1936 for a German couple’s fiftieth wedding anniversary (meaning they were married in 1886 — whoa!). Seeing it in person was an eye-opening experience, and I felt truly lucky to have found something so special.
This black diamond lichen ring by Black Sheep and Prodigal Sons is bliss. Love the squiggles!
People of Denver! I recently ran across the Mixed Taste lecture series at MCA Denver, and it sounds like pure magic. The topics range from Russian Conceptualism to beef and dubstep, with layers of intersection and tons of witty spakers. As the most excellent Edible Geography, who recently spoke about artificial flavorings, explains:
The genius of the series, which was developed in 2004 by the museum’s Director and Chief Animator, Adam Lerner, lies in its format: two speakers give back-to-back presentations on seemingly unrelated topics, such as Hegel and spontaneous human combustion, or fingerprinting and traditional Sumatran architecture, and, miraculously, the juxtaposition and unexpected overlaps turn out to shed new light on each topic.
So, obviously, uh-mazing. Upcoming topics include:
So jealous! While I can’t be there, it inspires me to adopt the concept and do something similar here in New York. Just thinking about potential topics makes me super excited: the oyster, Egyptology, Victorian cooking, glassblowing, Lord Byron, worms…
Which speakers and topics would you be interested in?
Pretty in love with Petit Mort. Anything with crochet chains draws my eye, but those nested gemstones really make ‘em pop.
Somehow, I have never been to San Francisco, but I really want to go — and one of the stores that would top my list is Metier SF. Everything they stock is pure magic, and when I came across the photos for their new Commitment collection, it was done just as well as everything else they put their hands upon. The dresses, those rings! I want them all. Or just to get married many times over, to have a celebration in each style. Which is your favorite?
“It was one of those days when the all of your summer dreams are burned out of your memory, like butt flesh on a super-heated backseat.”
Oh Pete and Pete, only you can make heat of 102 tolerable.
So, these are drawer pulls, and four -and-a-half inches long. However. These would be my ideal wedding earrings. Like, spot on.
I would say that I’d just attach some earring hooks and call it a day, but I’m pretty sure the size would make more of an impression than I’m looking for. Now the question is how a lady might get a smaller version of these drawer pulls. Do you know someone who could cast something similar? Someone who sells something with the same oomph?
Puttin’ it out to the world, once again.
OH MY GOD.
Can you believe this thing? It’s a pyramid. Kind of like a tent. But it’s a daybed, for outdoor use. So Egyptian, so luxurious, so sumptuous!
Funny story: I always had a waterbed growing up — in fact, I transitioned from a crib directly into a waterbed, and only started sleeping in a “real bed” when I was 17. (Why I had a waterbed, I do not know — my parents had one too. Better for your back? I just know it was a major novelty among my friends.)
One of the many advantages of sleeping on a waterbed, besides the heated water and wiggly texture, was that I could easily attach my trusty orange pup tent to the bed itself. In fact, I spent a few months of my life sleeping INSIDE the tent, on top of my bed. It was a dream come true: all the fun of sleeping in my tent, but inside, with no bugs. It was like a little fort!
Someday, when I own my decrepit Gold Coast mansion (have I mentioned how obsessed I am with the Gold Coast?), I’ll stick one of these out back so I can sleep all day, surrounded by an army of cats.