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More on tonight's exquisite party tomorrow, but worth noting that I had two v. enjoyable meals today: breakfast with conceptual artist and new friend Portia Wells, who works at a design studio in my neighborhood, and then, out of the blue, a call from global traveler Cory Bush, late of Costa Rica nee India. who was in New York for a moment before his next international flight and wanted to know if I'd like to grab lunch. Naturally.
This evening at Bluestockings, my favorite New York indie bookstore, I'm putting together a little launch party* for Marcy Dermansky, author of TWINS, and it won't be the same without you, dear. Besides a chance to mingle with a v. cool author and fab downtown types, you can also test your lucky streak with a free raffle for lots of covetable prizes, such as a giftbag donated by The Wau Wau Sisters, as well as Marcy's movie picks (she's also a film critic) - DVDs of Thirteen and The Dreamers - and some other goodies I will be picking up this afternoon. And, best of all, there will be free booze. 'Cause I know you like it like that. Come discover the hot new novel that your friends are already raving about, and drink up! *Dressing like twins with a friend is encouraged, but by no means required. I mean, I'd love you for ever, but as my parents like to say, "It's your life." So grab a glass of wine, and let's make it a party.
[image, Louise Dahl-Wolfe, Twins at the Beach]
Fuck Beyonce. I am crazy in love with this painting, Cheerleader Lorenza (2000, acrylic on panel) by Joe Heaps Nelson. I like to think that if Lux Lotus had a cheerleading "presence", it would be exactly like our Lo' here: cool, calm, collected, and ready to scream.
Downtown art gallery jen bekman's tagline is "Live with art. It's good for you," and I agree. The gallery is opening The Pin-UPstairs, a new exhibition of affordable work by more than 35 emerging artists, tonight at a new satellite space in SoHo (above Fanelli). Many of the pieces are around $300, and all are less than $500. If you've been thinking about starting an art collection, today's the day and I'll see you there. Details - and the fab press release written by yours truly - are right here.
And also, if you're a budding or underexposed photographer, take a look at Hey, Hot Shot! Baby, you could win.
Architects/Designers/Planners for Social Responsibility (ADPSR) has announced the winners of its poster design competion to publicize the No More Prisons campaign. This design, by Allison Ross, didn't nab a prize but it's my personal favorite.
Previously: My interview with Raphael Sperry, president of ADPSR, "A lot of people understand it's not just a room."
Remember that groovy repurposed design project from Portia Wells that I mentioned the other day? Well, I just bought one! They are available for sale at GreenerGrassDesign.com. Can you guess which one I chose?
In this week's edition of The Smart Set:
-a pretty little girl grows up (not quite),
-smutty twins,
-re-issues, revivals, double trouble (twice over),
-beautification, pin-ups, cocktails,
+ more.
C'est moi! At the Jonathan LeVine Gallery opening for Miss Van's don't be shy exhibition [mydogispolite, via rawvision].
This evening, I'll be heading over to Galapagos Art Space in Williamsburg for the SMUT series, which I've been meaning to check out for a while. My client Marcy Dermansky, author of the buzzed-about debut novel, TWINS, is going to be taking the stage along with comic genius ("Get Your War On") David Rees and Extreme Fetish editor (!) Abby Ehman. The show starts at 8:00pm, followed by burlesque at 10. If you're in the city, please join us for an un-mundane Monday, very New York night out! And then on Thursday, Marcy's having a TWINS party at Bluestockings.
If you haven't checked out TWINS yet, definitely do: my favorite description of the book so far is from Jenny Davidson, who called it an "excellent hothouse-gothic-eating-disorder-neglectful-parent-fairytale".
[image from photographer Don Spiro's Lucha Va Voom series]
I can't say that this weekend was very dazzling, generally speaking, except for the marvelous company of my brother, who I saw at dinner and brunch (Carl's, Bubby's, and The Odeon, respectively) and when he wasn't catching up with friends he hadn't seen in a while. His busy social schedule gave me an opportunity to catch up on work, which I mostly did straight through the weekend.
Saturday, I had lunch with Michelle Herman - whose two terrific books, Dog and The Middle of Everything, you'll probably be hearing more about from me later (just before the holidays, natch) - at the Cornell Club, which is probably the only thing I belong to in the world. I'm not a joiner, as they say, but I fell in love with that line in The Great Gatsby where the narrator notes that he eats dinner at his college club before heading home, and I thought a similar habit might make the job I had at the time bearable. It didn't, but I kept my card.
Tonight, I took a break to go to the fun DVD release party for filmmaker Pearl Gluck's documentary, Divan -- definitely add it to your Netflix queue. After that, I stopped by a friend's place, where we had Pims and Lapsang Souchong tea, and then re-arranged all the furniture. It was madcap and delightful. I'm reading the saddest, most exquisite book right now: The Secret Life of the Lonely Doll. More on this, that, and the other, tk.
