PBS, my eyes are dry!

still from Matthew Barney's Cremaster 5

Tonight, I had the sheer joy of stumbling upon Nova's The Perfect Pearl on PBS. It was so good I might have to buy it- and the only thing that I have watched on PBS recently, with the exception of Charlie Rose, that didn't make me weep. They are real downers over there. Oh, and pearls make me think of Cremaster 5, which I'd also like to own but will probably never purchase because owning to many things makes me anxious. Except for books. And black dresses.

Refined? Don't mind if I do.

I have loved Refinery 29 for ages- their approach to fashion is fueled by culture, history, and a healthy soupcon of particular specificity. Dreamy for me that the love has been requited!

I'm weak when it comes to you, you devilish Russian.

Uh-oh. I found free Tetris online.

If Teepee had her own myspace page, Tiffers would be one of her top friends.

moxie she's got- in spades

"the undetected moxie of sweet marie"

The ladies of 2nd Street love Tiffany Porter a lot. She's a straight-shooter, a kick in the pants, and a visionary- and it doesn't hurt that she is very generous about sharing her tacos with Teepee. Tiffers has launched a blog, Old Hollywood, which chronicles her stalwart Southern opines of style, and gives a peek into the goods that she hauls to the Brooklyn Flea every weekend. Sometimes, you can find me selling Jezebel detritus alongside her (I'll start posting photos of the goodies I'll be selling shortly). On such Sundays, Teepee spends the day sleeping on my laundry, since the Flea is a dog-free affair.

A Cricket in Times Square, Gold Ants in Carroll Gardens.

Thank you, thank you, thank you to my beloved NY Magazine for including Vagabond Picnic by Jezebel in their Crafty Sexy Cool roundup of the jewelry offerings at the Renegade Craft Fair. It was deliciously thrilling to see one of my ants tucked into the corner of their homepage.

I did scream.

Rain is an annual tradition at the Renegade Craft Fair. This year, the rain reached biblical proportions. I consoled myself with 2 ice cream cones, which mysteriously, cost a $1 more on the second day than the first. The pool was full of folks all but giving away their lovingly made goods, and yet the ice cream man was totally gouging us. Not cool. This lamp, though, is terribly cool and weird and I love it.

Jezebel, under a white canopy at...

Come say hello! We'll be listening to Led Zeppelin and doing a no-rain dance. Which, I guess, means we won't be dancing. Which is exactly how I like it.

And (some) new tshirts, too!

I've posted some of the new batch of tees on etsy. More on the way!

New tote bags for sale!

The Renegade Craft Fair is this weekend, and I'm working, nimble as a little thimble. I've put new totes up on Etsy- I'll be selling them at Renegade, too.

What ever will the tooth fairy leave her?

Teepee lost her first tooth! Mind you, this photo is approximately 6 times larger than life.

On a hot tar roof.

As you might know, it's really hot outside. What you might not know is that it's hotter inside. Inside my apartment, that is. Teepee beat the heat by diving into some watermelon. Smart girl.

David Gilmour is making me blush.

I watched Pink Floyd Live at Pompeii months ago. It is eerie and beautiful. I think I always stayed away from the Floyd because it scared me as a small child when my father would listen to them, but associating David Gilmour's dreamy visage with their sounds has really helped me move on.

Asrai's Garden of Earthly Delights.

Vagabond Picnic by Jezebel, my new jewelry line, will be available at Asrai Garden in Chicago in 2 weeks or so. An enormous bear hug to Rose, for making the connection. The jewels are also available at Catbird on Bedford Avenue, where you can catch me and Teepee on Thursdays and Fridays.

Binth and Trace, how I did miss you!

The Great Lakes Goods

Carrot and Stick Press

Red Cap Cards

When thinking about the four days I spent in the Javits Center a few weeks ago, anything pithy or clever immediately flies from my brain. Grace has, as always, an exhaustive and fantastic recap of the show. I loved seeing my friend Rose from The Great Lakes Goods, formerly Tennis Anyone, and Kim K. an old DC friend, and am besides myself with joy that Susie from Carrot and Stick Press and Carrie of Red Cap Cards, creator of Apple Moshberry, will both be wearing Vagabond Picnic by Jezebel! It was also a bright light to meet illustrators Masha D'yans and Eleanor Grosch, and an amazing gemologist with a coral colored apartment (her mother told me all about it), and what would a trade show be without Stacy Pancake of Pancake and Franks reprimanding me about my posture. She's right- it's terrible.

p.s. The very best thing was meeting you readers of this here b-l-o-g!

All I'm missing is a Lemon Sake candle,

which I think means I'm doing quite well. Packing orders today, windows open, fan blowing, guacamole for lunch, and Sandro Perri streaming through the shiny new speakers, makes me want to do exactly what Hedy Lamarr is doing above, minus the running naked through a field after a horse bit.

My castle, my books.

Errol Flynn and Brigitte Bardot

I forgot to tell you that I devoured Errol Flynn's My Wicked, Wicked Ways. I was more impressed by his writing than his escapades, namely because it's impossible not to expect such shenanigans from Robin Hood and the Earl of Essex himself.

My castle, my books.

I just finished reading this puppy. I must say, the end left me wanting.

Oh, no.

Teepee is going to have to do lots of damage control due to this filthy Walt Disney number:

The Glories of Glycerin.

My brother's awesome girlfriend, Stacy, just launched her soap line, Daisy Grove. She's been slaving over buckets for ages now and the result is delightful. I've been using her soaps for months and they got me through winter all humectified and happy. The soaps are vegetarian and made with sensitive skin in mind and are only $5 a bar, which is really a steal. I just learned that you can also use her soaps in your hair which is a bonus, since I'm always running 15 minutes late.

Bed-headed and bleary-eyed, but I have so much to tell you.

Wait for me, please. I'll be back, I promise. Teepee and I are tucked and about to try and finish Nikita, which though I love, I keep falling asleep during. I suppose such things happen when you're not getting any younger.

Vagabond Picnic by Jezebel makes a sleepy debut in the hands of a sleepy Jezebel.

Dear Friends,

I am tired. I've been spending my days at the Javits Center, exhibiting at the National Stationery Show. In lieu of creating more cards this year, I'm now offering 11" x 17" prints, and a 3 piece collection of jewelry called Vagabond Picnic by Jezebel. All are for sale on etsy. Please forgive the hasty post and provisional photos of the the jewels. I'll be back and loquacious in a few days.

truly yours,
Leigh

Oh, but I just thought you might want something fine/Made of silver or of golden

a 1963 Valentine's Day card from Bob to Suze, and a 1961 photo of them two, inscribed on the back from him to her

Last night, I went to see Suze Rotolo read from her new memoir, A Freewheelin' Time: A Memoir of Greenwich Village in the Sixties, about her years with Bob Dylan. She exudes the same vitality and grace that won me so in No Direction Home, avoiding what could be a deeply awkward and conflicted legacy, as the confidante and paramour of "Bobby before he came Dylan" by evincing the very qualities which must have drawn him to her at the first. I'd like to be like her when I grow up, and Isabella Rossellini, too.

Mario Batali just sold me on Nascar.

Zep!

on the way to the Kansas State Fair

nudies at Woodstock

How's a girl supposed to resist when Mario Batali compares Nascar to "Led Zeppelin meets the Kansas State Fair at Woodstock."

Hexapoda sexual peccadilloes and the ways of the way North.

a dark view of the theater

a still from My Winnipeg

My brother took me to the Tribeca Film Festival for my birthday; we went to see My Winnipeg, which was wacky, elegiac, and narrated live by Guy Maddin, the director, on hand for the proceedings. Preceding My Winnipeg, was Green Porno, an equally, perhaps more wacky series of 8 one minute shorts about Insect Sex, written, directed, and starring Isabella Rossellini. She was there, too, and my brother and I were both unexpectedly teary-eyed when she spoke. Green Porno is amazing, side-splitting hilarity and I now have the biggest crush on I. Rossellini. You should watch them all right now!

Bulgaria 1: Overture to a Midwinter's Tale

This Jezebel designed print will be available for sale on Friday night, along with the cd, "Postcards from Bulgaria."

BULGARIA- this Friday!

Hello Story-lovers of the World!

Has Larune got a tale for you! -- "A gloom-and-doom dabbler named Eleanor finds herself stranded in a strange wintery underworld where everything's doomy and gloomy and grey... Will she find her way back home? Will the pale queen Persephone make her a prisoner-minion forever? Will Springtime ever come?!"

To get the whole story and the NEW CD "Postcards from Bulgaria", please join Larune for a live presentation with full band, choir and narrator!

LARUNE'S "BULGARIA"

{A rock opera about death, suicide, and Black Sea vacations}

THIS FRIDAY, MAY 9!!

9PM sharp!

@ The Living Room

(Ludlow near Stanton, LES)

Presented by:

Annwyn Arts Company &

www.ThePeriodicLabel.com

www.Larunetunes.com

www.myspace.com/Larune

www.ilovejezebel.com (to view the poster!)

I live on an Italian-American Street.

Oh, but to live on an Italian-Italian one!

photos from La Strada: Vintage Italian Street Photography at Keith De Lellis, via Liz

Oh, my little dear!

Audrey Hepburn and her pet deer, Pippin-

sometimes when Teepee is sleeping on her side she looks positively doe-like

Bulgaria: a rock opera about death, suicide, and Black Sea vacations.

Kamara Thomas of Larune and Earl Greyhound has written the most transporting theater piece, a rock and roll opera, a meditation of suicide: Bulgaria. Jezebel designed these posters to hang around town before Friday, May 9th's show at The Living Room.

My castle, My books.

Father Yod and the Council of Women

I read The Source: The Untold Story of Father Yod, Ya Ho Wa 13, and The Source Family. It's an amazing story, told from the inside, of the guru Father Yod, owner of the Source restaurant (immortalized in Annie Hall) and the most stylish, white Rolls Royce driving, guru to have lived and died. It is rather remarkable that 30 years after his death in a hang-gliding accident, some family members seem to still live by the general principles he set forth.

footage of Father Yod from Don Como’s documentary Aliens from Spaceship Earth, narrated by Donovan

I'm not really a Craftaholic. At all.

Nonetheless, I'd like to thank Metromix for interviewing me about the Bust Craftacular. Those Bust girls sure know how to throw a craft show.

If I had a lawn, I would want it to be swathed in moss.

David Benner on his moss lawn in Bucks County.
He hasn't watered it since the Kennedy Administration!

Mr. Benner first conceived of his moss lawn in the spring of 1962, when he bought the house with his wife, Sue, while working as a young botanist at Bowman’s Hill Wildflower Preserve in New Hope, Pa...But there was scant advice available on cultivating moss. The only book on moss his university library could track down was in Japanese...Mr. Benner sometimes walks barefoot on it after a rain — “some sort of magical invigorating energy goes through you when you stand on a thick patch of wet moss,” he said — and both he and his wife say they enjoy lying down in a particularly inviting stretch of (dry) moss. -NYTimes

Though I am decidely a dark brunette,

I love everything (except the Tord Boontje garland- I just can't get down with him, except the Icarus lamps, of course, available at the divine Mine Metal Art in Williamsburg) about Blonde Redhead's East Village apartment. Tassels and textiles and tacked up photos of Serge and Jane are really the name of my decorating game.


The hypnotism continues with this video Mike Mills directed for the trio.