Monuments and Oceanographer are playing tonight at Fontana's on Eldridge Street. After last night's festivities, I have a vision that includes listening while nestled deep in this daybed, emerging only for dumplings and sesame pancakes seasoned by members of the lily clan.
31 July 2009
30 July 2009
striving for truth or beauty as she talks
Ghost Gamblers EP release party at Union Pool this evening- welcome home friends.
29 July 2009
2nd Avenue
28 July 2009
it must be returned to the fire that made it
19th century, italian, price upon request
While searching for the perfect moon, I came upon these alternate sources of light.
27 July 2009
Old friends
Bill Wyman, bass player, photographer, one-time Rolling Stone
When taking up residency in the South of France, unexpected alliances ensue.
The first time I'd met Chagall, he said, "Oh, your hair's too long!" I responded: "Yeah, but we started it in 1962 - we were the first pop musicians with long hair." "Ah," he said, "you're the originators. That's OK." He'd thought we were copyists, and in the art world you don't copy. -Bill Wyman
The first time I'd met Chagall, he said, "Oh, your hair's too long!" I responded: "Yeah, but we started it in 1962 - we were the first pop musicians with long hair." "Ah," he said, "you're the originators. That's OK." He'd thought we were copyists, and in the art world you don't copy. -Bill Wyman
26 July 2009
A river of crystal light this rainy Sunday night
After a day searching for wedding dresses with Chell and Emma, we stopped for a late afternoon Bloody Mary, where Teepee made friends with the cutest of the gaggle of wee ones belonging to a gaggle of gorgeous Australians. I then learned that tzatziki elevates joy into a delirious wooden shoe adventure on Bedford Avenue.
More Silly Symphonies because they are just so strange, and so familiar, and I could listen to them all day and night.
24 July 2009
My Castle, my books.
Joni Mitchell and Leonard Cohen, 1967
Reading Will You Take Me as I Am: Joni Mitchell's Blue Period. I was pretty angry with her after Girls Like Us, hoping this will repair the wound.
23 July 2009
Smitten, bitten and thank you Mark Bittman
smitten bitten by dragonfly's cocktail, available at www.ilovejezebel.com
101 Simple Salads by the Minimalist is changing by gastronomical life. I might have to start a "My castle, my salads" series.
22 July 2009
She is extremely modern.
We live not isolated in our moment, but walk amongst the living spectres of worlds that came before us. We listen to our parents' stories of their grandparents, and our grandparents of their grandparents, a sedimentary necklace reaching back generations. Truman Capote (1924-1984), caught the last wisp of Colette's (1873-1954) demimonde; as a young man in Paris he met the great writer and decaying aristocrats who had informed Proust (1871-1922.) In 1935, Walter Cronkite (1916-2009) interviewed Gertrude Stein (1874-1976), mother of modernism and friend of Picasso (1881-1973.) (Cronkite/Stein interview via Bookslut)
Home Now
frm Summer with Monika
Then we spent quite a long time in Los Angeles looking for a place to live. Then Barbra Streisand called and invited us to a pool party. I thanked her very much, but said that we could not come. I hung up and said to Ingrid, it was Midsummer Eve, I said to Ingrid: "We're going home now to Sweden, to Faro for the summer." And that's what we did. - Ingmar Bergman in Bergman Island
21 July 2009
20 July 2009
My castle, my books.
Reading Exile on Main Street: A Season in Hell with the Rolling Stones. Pretty deeply flawed book, can't put it down nonetheless.
17 July 2009
With pearls trailing
by Maison Michel Paris, via Scout Holiday and Design*Sponge
Perfect for lounging about while reading Agatha Christie and sipping Turkish coffee. Perfect for perching atop a bevy of lovely ladies in lieu of matching dresses at your nuptials in an Umbrian castle.
Eleanora Fagan gone away, 50 years ago today
We slept very little during those days, and I could swear that at times we walked straight up the middle of Fifth Avenue in the sunshine, just myself, her, and Michel, alone in an empty town. A town where, after the blast of the saxophones and the flourishes on the drums and the brilliant explosion of her voice, now, by a strange process of saturation, there was only the echo of our footsteps on the pavement. I could swear that I saw New York at midday totally deserted except for this great lady...who, having quickly hugged us, would disappear into one of those long black, dusty limousines... -With Fondest Regards, Francoise Sagan
16 July 2009
My precious
rings circa 1880s-1920s frm Erie Basin
I'm more inclined towards bracelets but Erie Basin consistently tempts.
The Second Dawn of Dunphy
110 Livingston Street, 1933
Joyous morning when you wake to an email from a dearest telling you that she is moving, with husband, to Brooklyn. Even more joyous when you realize that they are moving to a building designed by McKim, Mead, and White and you can wildly dash around researching the former Elks Lodge, like the modern-day Auntie Mame you plan to be to their junior league.
15 July 2009
The Violet Hour
Peter the Great's 19th century pharmacy turned Baccarat wonderland, image frm Vogue Living Australia July/Aug 08
One summer when we were living in Brentwood Park we fell into a pattern of stopping work at four in the afternoon and going out to the pool. He would stand in the water reading (he reread Sophie's Choice several times that summer, trying to see how it worked) while I worked in the garden. It was a small, even miniature, garden with gravel paths and a rose arbor and beds edged with thyme and santolina and feverfew. I had convinced John a few years before that we should tear out a lawn to plant this garden. To my surprise, since he had no previous interest in gardens, he regarded the finished product as an almost mystical gift. Just before five on those summer afternoons we would swim and then go into the library wrapped in towels to watch Tenko, a BBC series, then in syndication, about a number of satisfyingly predictable English women...After each afternoon's Tenko segment we would go upstairs and work another hour or two, John in his office at the top of the stairs, me in the glassed-in porch across the hall that had become my office. At seven or seven-thirty we would go out to dinner, many nights at Morton's. Morton's felt right that summer. There was always shrimp quesadilla, chicken with black beans. There was always someone we knew. The room was cool and polished and dark inside but you could see the twilight outside. -The Year of Magical Thinking, Joan Didion
14 July 2009
My castle, my books.
1897 life study drawing by E.H. Shepard from Gurney's Journey
13 July 2009
Professional Hobbyist
I spy The Brothers Bloom. It seems to be a frothy mix of Blake Edwards, Hal Ashby, Wes Anderson- 3 fellows I like quite a bit. (via The Great Lakes Goods)
The fourth Age
Friday: Basement Band played the Highline Ballroom, plotted sources for a friend's vintage wedding dress over nightcaps. Saturday: brunched with Amal and Jeff at Aurora, lazed through Main Drag, grew shiny-eyed looking at Camille Hempel's rings, Bloody Mary at the Rabbit Hole, continued on, more friends, the Feast of Giglio, backyards, rain. Sunday: Point Lookout, then we watched them sail off in the very last boat.
10 July 2009
I scream softly
09 July 2009
"I did it with orchids, mostly"
V.N., the child, already fascinated with butterflies, and likely girls, too (frm Russia Now)
Playboy will publish the first excerpt of Nabokov's almost lost novel, The Original of Laura. Nabokov had a long history with Playboy, and literary editor Amy Grace Loyd sent droves of orchids to Nabokov's agent, Andrew Wylie, in reference to Ada, or Ardor, a completely mysterious book I was lost in, and return to, in abstraction. I think I will revisit this summer. (via the Guardian)
Throw me
eating pineapple at their wedding, 1953
Doing design work last night, I was kept company by some pineapple and a bar of dark chocolate with chilies and cherries. They were loyal companions, both kind to me and to each other.
08 July 2009
Garlands for a girl gone
detritus, washed up on sheer, shallow shores
07 July 2009
With marble underfoot
Marie Claire Maison via The English Muse
My nearest, dearest, the painter-educator Elizabeth Deull, came to dine last night. I prepared goat cheese and strawberry with arugula on French sourdough, Amal's Lebanese white beans, and sugar snap peas and cherries in a soy chili dressing (inspired by a dish at the now defunct Queens Hideaway.) We drank pink wine, and hovered in the mid 90s with Portishead. This morning, Teepee is still sleeping off the effects of the past weekend (she is snoozing in the recesses of my closet, cat-like) and I am listening to Freddie Hubbard, and scheming about how I can approximate the imagined feeling of passing through this perfect foyer in this perfect lace top with a melange of a seashell necklace or 3, an old, threadbare blouse and some rose body oil purchased in Pennsylvania Station while waiting to board the Port Jefferson line.
My nearest, dearest, the painter-educator Elizabeth Deull, came to dine last night. I prepared goat cheese and strawberry with arugula on French sourdough, Amal's Lebanese white beans, and sugar snap peas and cherries in a soy chili dressing (inspired by a dish at the now defunct Queens Hideaway.) We drank pink wine, and hovered in the mid 90s with Portishead. This morning, Teepee is still sleeping off the effects of the past weekend (she is snoozing in the recesses of my closet, cat-like) and I am listening to Freddie Hubbard, and scheming about how I can approximate the imagined feeling of passing through this perfect foyer in this perfect lace top with a melange of a seashell necklace or 3, an old, threadbare blouse and some rose body oil purchased in Pennsylvania Station while waiting to board the Port Jefferson line.
06 July 2009
03 July 2009
02 July 2009
The Beaches of Agnes
Cleo from 5 to 7 is one of my favorite movies; looking forward to this new autobiographical film by director Agnes Varda.
Violet the Libertine, dressed in forest mint and moss
I just did a custom version of Violet the Libertine, so I decided to print a few extras. They're up in my Etsy shop- remember to also visit the full Jezebel line at www.ilovejezebel.com.
01 July 2009
In the event you are a millionaire's baby born in July
18k frog ring, 1960s
I've picked out some jewels for you from 1st Dibs, featuring your birthstone, the ruby (not a particular favorite of mine.) Let me know what you get.
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