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.

Scenes from Warsaw.

me and teepee on thefrisky.com, which by the way she is

Duh. She is.
I'll blame my bloated looking face on the pierogies.

A day of hobgoblins and pierogies.

You know what you should do on Sunday? You should come to the Bust Craftacular at the Warsaw in Greenpoint and then head over to the Elf Power Happy Hour to listen to some threnodies (a new word I just learned), dirges, and anthems. After the show is over (or while it's going on) you should purchase one of these (very) limited addition posters I designed.

Alabater, Argosy, and Dexter Sinister.

I love specificity, dedication, and obsession. All can be found in spades at the blog Books in New York. I was answering some questions for a writer this morning and one included, "Do you have any off-the-wall design practices, rituals, etc?" My answer: " Whenever I begin a new project, I head to my favorite used book store with a cup of my favorite iced cardamom coffee. If I strike gold at the 50cent and dollar carts, I consider the project blessed and an auspicious undertaking." Which, for the record, I don't consider to be off-the-wall at all.

My castle, my books.

I snuck 2 books in without telling you: The World in the Evening by Christopher Isherwood and the thoroughly irritating and biased Anastasia by James B. Lovell. I wanted to believe in her, but that inconsistent and illogical tome didn't make me clap for dying fairies or lost Grand Duchesses.

You who brushed the lip of lintels.

Listen, now, again in 10 minutes from now, again in three hours from now, again before slumber, many hours from now.

(found via Fashionista)

What's better than 2 moccasins?

Four moccasins.
Coming to the feet of you know who this fall.

On the occasion of my 29th...

I shall be selling Jezebel at the new Brooklyn Flea. Look for me in the design*sponge collective. I'll have tees and onesies and stationery and some general Jezebel detritus and will be joined by Tiffany P., the only vintage queen I know adorned with an adolescent Michael Jackson tattoo, and her insane stash of Southern treasures. To quote TP, "I own one of everything in the world." Come and get it.

See what the editors of W had to say about the Flea.

Heart of the Country.

Ideas of savagely manicured 18th century landscapes in class this morning have me thinking about this image of Kate Moss tripping across the moors like Catherine searching for her rock and roll Heathcliff.

If I were Jane Birkin,

I'd tote Teepee around town in this.

Jane and Serge, with her signature pre-Hermes bag

Jane and Serge and Jane's...

Pom-poms for Teepee.

I'm a big fan of pom-poms. Teepee is a big fan of gnawing on pom-poms. Ergo, this is the blanket for us.

O is for...

Thank you to our friends at the newly launched OZOlife for waxing so poetically about Jezebel. Jezebel is particularly rosy-cheeked for having been classified as a cult object.

Tea for two, and custom Jezebel, too.

a custom postcard for a family of seven, moving from the city to the country

Brooklyn Flea

where I was this weekend- mellow yellow!

I shoulda shoulda shoulda posted before this weekend that I'll be at the Brooklyn Flea next Sunday and the 27th in the design*sponge collective. I'm sorry to have missed the opening weekend, but the Sunshine State beckoned. The divine Miss Tiffany Porter will be selling jewels from her massive vintage collection at my table, and there'll be a special little four-legged guest as well.

Under the shadow of the Williamsburg Bridge,

there is a jewelry shop called Bittersweets, run by a girl named Robin, with a black and white bunny. It is well worth the walk to the South Side to visit her enchanted treasure chest, and to experience a Williamsburg of days gone by. I wear a rose gold letter ring by Bittersweets on my left pinkie; it reads "BOB," as in Dylan. I just finished designing Robin's business cards and I couldn't be happier to have done so.

Little Big in Japan.

Teepee with the Nylon Japan team at Catbird .

A star is born!