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Posted by Lauren Cerand on September 30, 2010 in POLITICS | Permalink | Comments (0)
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I need opera gloves. I need opera everything.
[Champagne Silk Gloves, $130 from Carolina Amato]
Windowlicker - from the French for window shopping: faire du lèche-vitrine - often appears on Tuesday and Thursdays at 10am EST-ish.
Posted by Lauren Cerand on September 29, 2010 in STYLE | Permalink | Comments (0)
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Went to the launch party for Mischief and Mayhem, a new publisher, tonight. They had two go-go dancers, a guy and a girl. Frankly, if the work's as appealing as the strippers were, I'm all in.
It was marvelous to run into friends, like Rob Spillman from Tin House, and Ben Greenman, who they announced as having started a revolution when he did Correspondences, a book I publicized! Also, he wrote a great essay about strippers, which I insisted on after he told me the story on the train to Philadelphia.
Posted by Lauren Cerand on September 28, 2010 in POLITICS | Permalink | Comments (0)
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Posted by Lauren Cerand on September 28, 2010 in ART | Permalink | Comments (0)
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The absolute signifier of domestic luxury in my mind has always been wallpaper, because it's an instant signal that you own your own home, no small feat in Manhattan, or anywhere these days.
["Palais Royal, printed by Huard et Chasset, 1924 Edition," $59,000 at A.L. Diament & Co.]
Windowlicker - from the French for window shopping: faire du lèche-vitrine - often appears on Tuesday and Thursdays at 10am EST-ish.
Posted by Lauren Cerand on September 27, 2010 in ART | Permalink | Comments (1)
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I've been working so much I've hardly had time to breathe, let alone jot anything down for you here at Lux Lotus. Today was necessarily more expansive, as I needed space to work on some challenges for my current projects in my mind without any distraction and a few hours out was the order of the day. My younger sister slept over last night so even though I'd made a big production out of how I'd get up and make her coffee and we'd drink it on the balcony, all I remember was edging up my Kiki de Montparnasse sleep mask with one eyebrow when she departed around seven a.m. and doing my best impression of a sentient person saying, "Goodbye darling, have a marvelous day."
Later, I read the new New York Review of Books, went to the post office, and headed uptown to sit for a portrait by Mark Milroy, who's got such style. His wife is the writer Kelly McMasters, and she was there working and took a break to have coffee and chocolate biscuits and tell me about the film adaption of her first book. Exciting stuff, and such a lovely, convivial spirit in their new place. Surrounded by Mark's work, and a stone's throw from Columbia, it feels very Bloomsbury. Being painted is such fun, especially the part where I go a bit Dorian Gray and then I see the work; his take is slightly harsh and deeply felt, something like Alice Neel running off on a dark night to meet Les Fauves in the woods. Or rather like being painted by Picasso versus Fragonard.
After that I strolled down dreamy Claremont Avenue to meet a friend at a cafe near campus. We've seen each other four or five times since we met a couple of summers ago at a meditation retreat, and I adore his company even if I do think him quite fresh most of the time. Even so, I find his presence comforting in a way that I can't explain, maybe because we are from the same part of the country, went to similar schools, have similar backgrounds. We couldn't be more different, though. I suppose he's the only person I know who's as opinionated as I am, in exactly the same way. Me: Do you think I should go to French cooking school, or Italian school? Him: How is that even a question? Me: God, you're so right.
My favorite story about him is from when we met, in the country, I was staying in a cottage in the middle of a field about a half mile from the main hall, and I had no way to get there, so he'd drive me home at night and carefully light my propane lamps before brusquely saying, "Go to sleep before you get scared." The last night we were there, he pulled over to the side of the road and suggested we look at the stars, and after we'd talked about everything in the world that could be discussed, he softly said, "Lauren?" "Yes...?" "Do you have a 401k?" And then I got a lecture.Posted by Lauren Cerand on September 27, 2010 in ART | Permalink | Comments (0)
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I am, perhaps above all, a simple woman, of simple pleasures...
[Grand Cru Truffles, box of nine, $18 at Payard]
Windowlicker - from the French for window shopping: faire du lèche-vitrine - often appears on Tuesday and Thursdays at 10am EST-ish.
Posted by Lauren Cerand on September 23, 2010 in STYLE | Permalink | Comments (0)
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Posted by Lauren Cerand on September 22, 2010 in STYLE | Permalink | Comments (0)
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I take five with Fictionaut, and discuss a few things on my mind. I answered these questions back in July, so surprise, I did see the Klein show, and got a little Sport and a Pastime in my summer.
Posted by Lauren Cerand on September 22, 2010 in ART | Permalink | Comments (0)
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Perfect last night off for a few days... tomorrow night: Terese Svoboda's Pirate Talk or Mermalade launch pa-rrrr-ty at Bluestockings with HEARTSCHALLENGER, Monday is the Please Take Me Off the Guest List launch with Nick Zinner (Yeah Yeah Yeahs), Zachary Lipez and Stacy Wakefield "Upstairs at the Square," and Tuesday, Terese & Dzanc Books (art crush: Disquiet) launch Indie Night at Bookcourt. Come out and see me sometime.
Posted by Lauren Cerand on September 19, 2010 in ART | Permalink | Comments (3)
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