19 May 2011

Featured Artist: Karen Elson

On the mend.
Still a little off.
Back to posting soon.

12 May 2011

mean reds

I know I'm supposed to reprt on the McQueen Show, but
I am under a fantastic attack by the Mean Reds presently.

Holly Golightly: You know those days when you get the mean reds?

Paul Varjak: The mean reds, you mean like the blues?

Holly Golightly: No. The blues are because you're getting fat and maybe it's been raining too long, you're just sad that's all. The mean reds are horrible. Suddenly you're afraid and you don't know what you're afraid of. Do you ever get that feeling?

Paul Varjak: Sure.

Holly Golightly: Well, when I get it the only thing that does any good is to jump in a cab and go to Tiffany's. Calms me down right away. The quietness and the proud look of it; nothing very bad could happen to you there. If I could find a real-life place that'd make me feel like Tiffany's, then - then I'd buy some furniture and give the cat a name!

01 May 2011

Less than ex-static process

Hi there, those of you out
there,somewhere. Possibly.

Not been posting lately
as there has not been
anything really post-worthy
happening 'round these parts.

I do have a few pics from wandering though:

The Alexander McQueen 14th Street Window.
Tuesday I will be going as a guest to the
preview of the McQueen Retrospective at
the Met. That will be a post worthy event.

My Mid-century finds on stage at Benefactors at Theatre Row.

Scenic painting for Tomorrow Morning at The York Theatre.
Making Home Depot grade plywood look like Laminate is
an undertaking I'd rather not relive. Ever. looked good though.
That and standing atop 20 foot ladders painting inch wide, inch
gapped planks of slatted lumber.

The Monsters chandelier and The Townhouses stairwell.

Spring comes at last to Madison Park

A Steinway Grand on stage at an Alesio Bax recital at Lincoln Center.

Africa or Midtown? Flashbacks at the Annex Flea Market in Chelsea.
Yes, Chelsea.

Vintage delivery Bicycles at Sea Breeze Seafood Market in Hells Kitchen.

The Music Inn in the West Village.
Imagine a small room, two small
rooms really, filled floor to ceiling
with all the fine equipment used to
create ambient world music. Beautiful.
Also there were two guys downstairs in
the workshop making violins when the
owner took me down to hunt for the
single tone chime I was looking for.