02 June 2011

I no longer understand

Hey there.
It's been a bit hasn't it?
Some things have happened,
some resolutions and some
evolutions I suppose. I
managed to fend off the
attack of the crimson crocheted
menace that was plaguing my soul
only to be confronted with a lovely
bout of long dormant hand eczema.
For those of you not in the know,
this is caused by a variety of
triggers; Unhealthy foods, alcohol,
poor sleep and stress being among them.
So, of course, I was screwed.
I sit here typing to you with what
appear to be the hands of a burn victim with
the flu. Yes, the flu.
I can no longer hold a pencil due to discomfort
and hence an am unable to complete commissions
of drawings. On a bright note I have gotten
up to speed on both True Blood and Game of Thrones,
and have managed to shake nearly all that pesky
firmness from my bum that I never liked anyway.

Still, despite being seen as a leper every time
I board the train I have managed to get out and snap
some decent pics of my adventures as a dermatological
horror show. PS, cross your fingers. I'm getting my
first ever biopsy tomorrow as the terror on my hands
has not responded to treatment. Enough nightmare inducing
though. Lets look at nice things and good people.

recent events:

Spring landed in Bryant Park


I got sick on Mint Juleps watching the derby in Chelsea.
Also discovered that Derby pie is really a giant cookie.


The Butterfly Hat from McQueen's collection after Izzy Blow's suicide,
on display at the Met's Fantastic and Monumental presentation.


Cookies for breakfast.


Biscuts from an old recepie. Do Try.


Lunch @ Coffee Shop. Not so great Fish & Chips, great tile.


Ended up in ABC Home again. This place has become a regular
place to go when I'm down. Like Holly had Tiffany's. I suppose
haute bourgoise chaises are my diamonds? That or Tufting.


This love chair is awesome.


As are the indian patterned modernist pieces.


Ashley finds a moustache.

19 May 2011

Featured Artist: Karen Elson



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

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.