In the beginning there was Light.
For heaven’s sake, what are you going to do Next? Now?
Here’s my simple ART/LIFE/LOVE theory: Deep Space is infinite black and our lives lust and desire to suss it up with our light and color. (Insert operatic singing here)
Brilliant songstress, FKA twigs (@FKAtwigs) wrote on Twitter: “under my tongue i possess a thousand words that can execute all darkness with just one kiss on your lips my love my love my love.”
In the darkest part of the year, and some fairly dark human acts lately, thankfully, I do see some glimmerings of the good light * LOVE seeds * seeds of goodness worth feasting upon as we sail into 2015.
In retrospect, I call 2014 a Hippie, Hipster Love Fest Reunion.
Per usual, here are this month’s New Art+Life Trips, Trends+Throbs through the lens of a system detailed in my upcoming book, Tracing The Nine Stars. The Nine Stars refers to centers where Energy likes to hang out (or hologram) whether that hangout is 9 chakras (energy centers) in our psyches, souls, bodies, homes, workspaces, planet and/or culture.
How to trace, navigate and play empowered with the Nine Stars matrix through nine steps of ritual, libations, potions, cures, hocus-pocus words and sacred sauces will be detailed in the book. Meanwhile, let’s grab some juicy and play here:
Tap The Roots of Pure Fun: Old Pals and Art.
Nothing like a visit with an old friend, your oldest friend, to suss up the dark of the past. Or an encounter with NEW BIG ART. Or old favorite art. Why? Roots.
This fall/winter, in the quick, darkening of days, we did both the “someone and something.”
My BFF, Patricia O’Driscoll, (since kindergarten!) was in town (NYC) to photograph the legendary Greg Allman, I was in town to recoup (from being in town all week.) Non-stop laughing at the world and creating together forever since age 6 and beyond, we hit MoMA (The Modern Museum of Art.) Our grand tour went from mimicking *old friend* paintings like Picasso’s nude models to repartee over the biggest crowds of mesmerized art-monkeys in front of an extravagant domino-effect video to *newer friend* Robert Gober’s cigar in a “kaleidoscopic landscape of a beech forest in autumn“ installation to *old friend* Balthus’ famed bizarre street scene, which stopped us in our tracks…
#2 Tracing Our Desire Map of Selfies.
The Street, a 1933 painting by Balthus. It’s easy to “enter” this life-size painting, to be transported immediately to this captivating tableau where no one seems to be aware of the others, where “mental isolation” precludes even the sexual impropriety happening in their midst.
The painting was scandalous then and like all great art, has new relevance in light of our current cultural passion to root out transgression, however perceived. Our hopes, fears and desires are leaking out from under the “game faces” we put on to walk the street, run a multi-national corporation,”patrol the streets,” present as TV’s most-beloved family man or even set up a selfie in the bathroom mirror.
Time magazine proclaimed 2014 “The Year of The Selfie.”
No one is immune from the Selfie, even the mongers of our desires, the likes of Madonna, Kanye and Riccardo Tisci, designer of Givenchy.
Selfie as navel gazing is an evolution in what I call the “iGod” phase, with art roots from cave “bisons I want to eat” sketches to 1950′s silhouette images, to artist Carter Kustera‘s 1990′s portraits in Progressive Insurance‘s famed corporate reports and art collection, here below, which influenced…
…Apple‘s famed 2000-era adverts, which became people, birds, and flowery graphics on coffee cups to bedding. From the blank solid infinite silhouette, the age of the selfie has evolved us like newborns fascinated by our crib-mirror, total immersion in joyful coloring in of the outlines.
If the peer-pressure of the Selfie generation is all too much for you, this is how I am lately doing a “selfie,” diving deep into a good-ole, feminine-fire, self-help book from Danielle laPorte. “La Porte” has carried the torch for fire-starting souls for a while now, and this is her latest book. I love her point that the linear term “goals” is fast becoming a golden oldie, while emphasis on “pre-feeling” our desires and dreams, is the more creative and fluid mode of being, plus it Manifests Destiny. The Age of the Selfie in 2014/2015 for me is “The Desire Map” book/map to create myself as a star (remember I called channeling our inner Hippiedom here…)
#3 En-Masse Like Stars.
image: Mathias Kessler
If stars are masses of energy, and people are points of light, each a star in their own right, it seems shocking that we have to gather to remind ourselves of this. The choking death of Eric Garner by the police (uncanny for the selling of cigarettes, themselves taking the breath away) and the en-masse protests are a major cultural shift we are likely to see more of in 2015.
That graffiti artist JR’s soulful eye photographs, usually laid out like a huge rug to be seen from space, in areas of suffering in the world’s shantytowns, ghettos and impoverished places, showed up on the street protests in NYC, was a sublime statement. May the stars in our eyes and hearts centrally unite us, bring us home and together on this Spaceship we share.
#4 Tracing The Heart of Home and Tripping.
In 2010, I was captivated by artist Mathias Kessler‘s piece, “Nowhere to be Found,” a watery tank with living corals and shrimp feeding off the calcium of a skull, which I found to be a finer, deeper statement than the diamonds covering the Damien Hirst‘s skull, “For the Love of God” appearing in our midst in 2007 or even his 1991 shark in the tank, “The Physical Impossibility of Death in the Mind of Someone Living.”
This fall, I took a trip to my mentor Mathias’ Brooklyn studio to further mine his skull.
While I missed his recent show at the Vohn Gallery, with his newest pieces from the Everglades, following his jaunts in remote jungles in Venezuela and Greenland, Mathias’ vigorous, scientifically-chronicled explorations often make my skull feel like it is being chewed on by sea urchins…in a thoroughly delightful and provocative way!
His 9+ ft. wide landscape photographic image of Miami Beach at night from the Everglades is a precious, singular view of the world from absolute black, rarely seen. While we see that his “explorations bear witness to sites of over-production reaching terminal states,” as his gallery states, you can clearly see the poet’s awe at work. “Biology is the new civics course,” states Mathias. Reverence will always open hearts and activate restoration as policy more than scientific facts.
In light of the ponderous impact we have on the world as a species and even the impact of our own personal heart’s desires, I thought of the origin of Hirst’s title for his skull, allegedly inspired by his mother, who once asked him the prime existential question, as mothers do, “For the love of God, what are you going to do next?”
Another tank-based preservation precursor to all of this, perhaps is Jeff Koons‘ 1984 “One Ball Total Equilibrium Tank (Spaulding Dr. JK 241 Series)” featuring a basketball vs. a skull or shark, was cited by Stefano Tonchi in his W magazine editor letter this year, as he lived with the piece. He called it a compelling memory, and declared rightly that, “artists are the world’s think tanks.”
I’ll just add: “A ball is a planet is a skull is a tank is a universe.” Playing is key. Speaking of play…
#5 The Bi-fur-cation of Identity and Voice.
Submission to form is both the human dilemma and delight. This year debuted a new re-make of “Venus in Fur,” the story first appearing as the novel by Leopold von Sacher-Masoch, then a song from The Velvet Underground, a play by David Ives and in 2014, a film from Roman Polanski.
One of the best films I have ever seen, it captives for the constantly shifting roles, time zones and relationship between just two actors, Emmanuelle Seigner, the wife of Polanski, in the lead opposite actor, Mathieu Amalric. The brilliance is in the touching of that “in-between” place of dropping attachment to one identity. This film is a place where that moment of higher trust and detachment is eloquently danced and played with.
Thankfully, even beyond our personal relationships, we are touching that place on every plane, even in government! It’s a cheery trend.
One of my favorite unexpected moments illustrating this in 2014 was when Concita Wurst, the Austrian superstar performer (18 million Youtube views of her song!) and leader in the fight to end gender-based discrimination, met with Ban Ki-moon, the Secretary General of the United Nations. Ban Ki-moon is a wonderful man I’ve had the pleasure of meeting. Ever on the forefront of change, I’ve been honored to be with this elegant pioneer as he made time in his busy day to view photographs of nature or work to develop women-centric business in Africa. Say hi @secgen.
This meeting in the middle of reflection and appreciation of identity, has appeared in lakes everywhere since Narcissus, to more recent manifestations such as Alexander McQueen‘s 2010 visionary runway show, “Plato’s Atlantis.” I just read that in 2012 in Cuba of all places, on the anniversary of the Stonewall riots, a public square hosting a successful “kissing meet-up” to promote diversity meeting equality (LOVE!) and one of my favorite artists, Nick Ervinck, who usually makes building size pieces, also whips up laser, digitals and biology gems for cross-pollination as seen below. A short history perhaps…
…of an immortal relationship…reflection and appreciation…sacred geometry and mutual LOVE. Oh, the resonance of high vibe creativity. Stare deep into the Matrix!
#6 Tracing The Wisdom of Hippie Girls.
Back in the 1970′s (yup, some of us are still alive now)…I was the 12 year old girl escaping suburbia and sneaking into the city to visit arcane spiritual bookstores, buying Krishna consciousness magazines, incense, and “wacky” women’s revolution and new physics books from Madame Blavatsky, Gary Zukav or this one with its groovy Peter Max cover:
A look today at the book still reveals some wacky parts, but consider that the author, Viktoras Kulvinskas was one of the first to brilliantly link the eating of sprouts, algae, wheatgrass, plant enzymes, herbals and raw foods to reverse disease and to heal conditions he saw tied to environmental pollutants and our dependance on eating cooked foods. The book is full of words like *Mother Earth, Aquarian family and tantra sex.*
Girl Power stuff for anyone to LOVE.
On a lighter note, along with science and politics, get ready to eagerly chat up things like sustainable fabric rugs with an animal/feminine/flower/Georgia O’Keefe updated thing going on and pink Chesterfield sofas, like these two Manifestations from Mineheart, one of my favorite design teams now.
And it just would not be 2014, without injecting Kimye somehow, yes?
#7 Mercy Me! Tracing The Sentimental Journey of Kimye.
Oil on paper in locket
Several years ago at a very chic, boisterous holiday bash at mutual friend, Irene Albright’s pad, I met a gentleman named Island Weiss who told me he hosts gallery shows in his penthouse uptown featuring a return to painting. (err, what’s that?) His passion was filed away in my brain, and when I got an invitation several weeks ago from my friend Pryor Callaway to join her this year at Island’s holiday exhibition of artist-imagined lockets,“Love it, Locket, Leave it,” smartly curated by Diana Corvelle… the timing seemed perfect.
Lockets are sentimental and ritualistic talismans to preserve the memory of loved ones as vital to one’s soul worn close to one’s heart. So many in the show were exquisite, yet on impulse I was drawn to artist Heidi Elbers‘ locket and bought it pronto once I read her description:
“I painted someone else’s story. The kitten is named Mercy. She was a gift from Kanye West to Kim Kardashian while they were dating and her name came from Kanye’s song “Mercy” (which was about Kim K and her backside). Kim was allergic to Mercy and after posting a million pics on Instagram with the sweet kitty, she had to give her away. Unfortunately, sweet little Mercy had a rare stomach disease and passed away not long after leaving Kim devastated.”
The theme of fame, soul and self-preservation that Kimye excel at, the awarding of the kitten, and 2014 being the definitive year of Kim’s “backside” becoming ever more famous on the cover of Paper magazine…this little locket was having a moment! As Kimye are likely breaking up/making up as we speak, I felt this was indeed the exact moment to recognize “Mercy” and give her an eternal peaceful home. Red dot! Sold!
#8 Pivot The One You’re With.
…Mercy for Earth is here. Whilst still the world economy creeps about with the energy, fear, ownership and wars of ye olde fossil fuel…
It’s Time to PIVOT. I picked up this useful tech term this year at the Hatchery, a venture collaboration forum, ran by my friend Yao Huang, a founder of these exciting 10,000-beams-of-light-power pitch sessions and a leader in the NYC tech scene. Pivot is the word for understanding a moment in a start-up development where one has not come to a “deadend” – one simply notes the moment and PIVOTS in a new direction.
A circular-based logic doesn’t mourn mistakes or fails. Like the intentional imperfection in a Persian rug or the “spirit line” in a Navaho rug, allowing the weaver to escape, next step it and give the rug away, the pivot is a portal to another dimension.
2014 is a PIVOT moment for solar energy. The above picture is the largest solar power plant to date, Solar Star. Gee, How to Love and Pivot the One You are with. The direct line of giving from the sun is ours to be in exchange with.
Expect more rainwater conversions and novel new ways go-forward in harmony with the elements!
Besides investors like Apple, Google, and Warren Buffet‘s company giving the nod to the $100 billion dollar solar power industry, two sweet signs of the SOLAR PIVOT for me recently have re-ignited my passion for this industry. One is the re-emergence of the original Real Goods company that I was a shareholder of back in the 90′s as an aspiring off-the-grid homesteader living in an 1890′s country farmhouse. Real Goods founder, John Schaeffer has brought back the brand and store, which sold the first retail solar panel in the United States, and hopefully will newly grow their reputation as THE intel-dispensing leader for expert advice on going off the grid with solar power.
The second is the Desolenator on Indiegogo, a portable which transforms saline or contaminated water into fresh water with solar energy for droughts, developing countries, and times of emergency. Science fair with a heart and zero footprint, I love it!
Transforming elements and ourselves ultimately have their highest expression in…
#9 Systems = Karma. Food = Relationship.
Over the woods of NYC winking lights, up high in a steely tower, under a reindeer antler chandelier and over a dinner table one recent Saturday evening, sat a doctor, a restauranteur, a wealth manager, a fitness instructor, a marketing expert, a Wall St. lawyer, a journalist who was in Ferguson, a nurse and myself. We were having meaningful conversation while eating. If that sounds rather unremarkable, then you haven’t been out to dinner in an ear-blasting NYC restaurant in recently. If you have, you know exactly how miraculous it is to dine slowly and digest both food and talk.
Happily, we were guests at the first Happy Gut dinner, brought together by my client, integrative physician, Dr. Vincent Pedre, to test recipes for his upcoming Spring 2015 book from Harper Collins, called “Happy Gut.” The healthiness of eating communally is a key point of the book, and this dinner, in an expansive art-filled residence, was the first of many planned.
While the image of an happy gut can range from an oblivious beer guzzling man in front of a TV or the awakened Buddha, science is entering a new frontier in understanding how central food and digestion is to our health overall.
The mid-section of our bodies is where our food is processed, it’s the engine of the body. Digestion as a system and a word, contains both death and gestation of energy, functioning like a solar generator. To correctly value change and transformation is to understand the word “karma,” which actually translates to “action.” That all actions are related, is a fact which deepens our understanding of all the relationships of our bio-web we must honor in our choices.
And now back to the food we ate that evening, please ‘scuse my blurry photo below. Blame the crazy-good, high-energy blue ginger smoothie appetizer giving me buzz:
Confession: watching chef Maria Marlowe made all my 1970′s Earth Goddess fantasies come alive…
And then, watching her create the Mahi-Mahi in parchment made me realize that perhaps all my “Happy Meals” at McDonalds have been forgiven and I am now on a heavenly karmic path.
Top health trends heartily described by visionary Dr. Pedre and guests included that which “they didn’t teach us in medical school” such as: bone-broth is the next green juice; gluten is not what actually causes the allergy, it’s the dwarf wheat; antibiotic resistant superbugs in our gut biome are increasing; miracle stories on how a diet change can reverse disease, even return a lost sense of smell; and Dr.Pedre’s lightbulb-smart concept that our “health span” should equal our “life span.”
I learned a lot and my health and life span were happily extended with the almond, hemp, and chocolate truffles proffered as dessert.
As we are motivated to clean up our insides, cleaning the environment goes hand in hand. A Utopia in one’s mind and soul to create it “externally.” While we cheer one another on through some hard steps and times, sharing expertise, the good news is that so many of us are the “Cosmic Runners” of this Peter Max painting, searching for light and finding it always.
Perhaps the most beautiful, hopeful, energizing, hologramic Tracing of Stars is actually happening right now with our every step. (or leap!) LOVE + HAPPINESS for the Holidays! XOXO
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In the rush of our lives,
at the cusp of Winter’s deepening of our core strengths and dreams…
…I LOVE that NOW we must GATHER. Gather to light up, primp, anoint, tidy’up, re-imagine our spaces, make time for tete-a-tetes AND support those in need of healing through our good graces and good will.
On one of the first freezing NYC nights, we gathered for the Holiday House NYC preview, the designer show house to benefit the Breast Cancer Research Foundation.
This was one of those evenings filled with the Creative + Good of old and new friends.
In our inner sanctums, our homes and souls, we gather, invent and practice our scout’s preparedness for the roles we desire to play for the journey we imagine. With much of that playing now shared in the public sphere, the private becomes even more sacred. When I go to imagine my dress for the evening or am moved to re-arrange a room, I am all feeling mode, like a weathervane, sensing the season. It’s an earthy anchor to begin from, in the noisy sea of the city.
So thus for the evening of November 19, the Holiday House Preview, my fall foliage, Flower-Power Pop-Art print, combat-ready, thick linen pants, stood for all the hard scrabble of leaves, trees and cold fronts. My chemise of icy, white snowflake sequins was for all the icey blanketing to come. Per cue, the famous fur hats came on out again. Here, a little mood mash-up so you get the flavor.
Usually, my anchor for most design events, is a laser focus on Things, the objects, the arrangements. Clues to moods and trends arising. AKA Soul Regenerating.
This time it was the People who captivated me. Beyond the gates of lights, inside the Academy Mansion at 63rd and Madison, the people were the treasures I discovered. The wide spectrum of designers who imagined these rooms (all themed to whatever holiday they chose)…and the party people of the architecture, art, design, fabrications, interiors industry, their own stories and scenes. Get a Clue, Life is a Big Mansion. It’s time to huddle and inspire each other!
Like monarchs gathering we flitted over stark city concrete and steel to be transported and transformed. To open our brighter inside wings, to be inspired, to gape and to cheer each other on.
It’s this kind of journey I saw in Holiday House’s rooms. The healing story behind founder, Iris Dankner‘s own 17-year triumph over breast cancer and her passion for design, her Holiday House 2014 is an homage to the nurturing of our female muses, the creative spirit and shared emotions.
The idea that beauty and design heal is no longer a flight of fancy. Now, star architects design cancer care centers and in our own environments,choosing the path of Nurture/Nature is a necessary one. Those discovery journeys, and postcards from my usual mash-up of LOVE of books, culture, design, film and nature inspired this post.
The house’s entryway was like slipping through a woodpecker’s front door:
Welcome! A woodpecker likes a feathered nest with Rich layers of Soft Ash Textures. Here Taylor Hannah Architects expertly mixed the spare, concentrated textures of the season as base with key warm notes, the fireplace, the brass servings and pale golden glass lights with a surprise anchor:
A HUGE Hieronymous Bosch book, the only spot of color, was a perfect hint of what wild gatherings in holiday spots awaited beyond.
Rooms were designed to celebrate real or imagined holidays, such as Mischief Night, holiday dinners for a hundred, or for holidays away from it all, to a grand salon evoking Miami Beach’s Art Basel at the top of the stairs, home of the bar and festivities. Let me take you with me on our way the THAT final destination.
Ally Coulter in the Drawing Room with a Candlestick, and Vespa on a Roman Holiday.
I was early to arrive to designer, Ally Coulter‘s mis-en-scene.
A room perfectly pitched, the piano player sat politely, the Italianate painting gestured and the red Vespa stood ready. Lush, feminine, and sensual, clearly Coulter’s cinematic Hollywood roots allowed her to tap into the bigger emotion behind trapped Princess Audrey‘s madcap adventures.
I thought of the film’s Wall of Wishes as I watched Ally raise her own candle to open her room, an uncanny link to the Holiday House’s raison d’être. The film’s wall originally was for ”ex-voto’s,” votive offerings to made to the saints in thanks for their divine intervention in sparing a loved one’s life.
Survivors in the Inner Courtyard with No Clothing. Just Smiles.
Ground level, inner courtyard. The bar downstairs was a white draped tented room, almost like an examining room, lined with photographs of “loved ones spared,”cancer-survivors shot by Francis Hill for his series, “Clothing Immaterial” in a room designed by Ally and Iris. Even Iris was portrayed here, making the inner core of the whole house one for celebrating triumph and the role of “Survivor” we all play in our various life scripts.
Amy Lau with Beaucoup Crystals in the Parlor as if in Versailles.
Next door, Amy Lau‘s room, in partnership to honor Baccarat‘s 250th year, is an homage to the Hall of Mirrors in Versailles, home to both the holiday celebration of le Dauphin‘s marriage to Marie Antoinette and today’s hordes of tourists on holiday.
Nicknamed Galerie des Glaces, the space does what Winter’s dark nights and icy mirrors do for a soul, giving rise to more insight. Here, in keeping “la mode abstract,” her sketch and design elements that birthed this reflection.
About this time I was handed off to a bearded gent, who became my guide. Touring with PR pro and Sherpa Guide of the Moment, Andrew Joseph unfolded more and more mutual friends as we ascended to the top bar.
Caleb Anderson in his Room with a View, Conjuring Wisdom.
I met the bearded gent’s client, Caleb Anderson, the previous evening when he won an IFDA Rising Stars of Interior Design award. Caleb told me he isn’t a fan of portraits, yet this faded one I found online captures this sense of a shy legend in the making, as well as the theme of his room. His holiday was “Day Off: A Room of One’s Own.” (my title) After time at the bar, I spent the most “Gathering” time in this cave of delights, how telling is THAT?
Caleb with MacKintosh chair, some kind of Louis desk (please correct me!)
I spend a lot of time here in my “real life” and Caleb’s sacred space had everything I would order up from Room Service.
Books, art, chaise, dark, luminosity, refinement.
I drunk in all the room’s details.
Blue thistles in an intriguing jar. I loved these blue thistles, as I would also adorn a throne to the Art of the Soul with these thorny beauties. From reverence in legends of protection of sleeping soldiers (Scottish lore) to being loved food for bees and even, as some suggest, thistles harbor medicinal qualities against cancer, …these blue beauties punctuated the room’s theme. (Did I really write that? Oh groan. I need a holiday!)
Caught a sweet moment here where Caleb spoke of the immense support (woman as design Muse?) he receives from Sydney Pottinger, who works closely with him.
I love the play between the marble lion’s heads and the tiny plant-joy. So much care, beauty and sentiment in a small note.
This man is carrying a gold basket on his back, perhaps to remind the gent on holiday what he is in hibernation from? Here’s to Soul Regenerating rooms!
Louis Navarrette, A Mischievous Man, in the Salon with Sailors and Miscreants.
Maybe sometimes hanging with our inner muse sometimes gets a wee bit claustrophobic…and a gal can get to feeling mischievous. She decides to dress up, vamp up, go out, mass and mingle with the plenty of fishes in the sea.
On to designer, Louis Navarrette‘s Mischief Night room called “Hey Sailor!”
The lighting was the star of the room, the tonal blues, silky indigos and poised taut furnishings, just a posse of sailors around The Chandelier from “gathered” objects, inspired by a shipwreck.
Louis with wine in front of another assemblage of Intrigue.
Be still my heart. A Chris Ware book. One of my favorite artist’s book festooned with a tiny rosebud in an 18th century oil lamp.
I felt positively Mermaid-ish floating on all these details. Loved the deep sea-blue, sparkle coral curtains. Just saying that there evokes waves of desire in me. I know, cheap date;-)
Beautiful Young Girl in the “Wedding Shoppe” With Dewy Cupcake Bits and A Smile.
The beautiful young girl above is not a Bride, she’s a poseur, who sat in a surprise pop-up wedding salon designed by Iris Dankner, in homage to her daughter, bride-to-be, Danielle Dankner, as they’ve spent so much time in them recently. Just recruited for the evening, the young lady above was really delightful to chat with and she made the room come alive. Iris’ personal touches included “…a beautiful old photo of a bride. I loved the glam of the photo and the frame.”
More delicious touches included silvery Jimmy Choo shoes, videos, violets and sweets. The space was another poignant and personal note in the house marking another transforming step in a woman’s life.
Noelia Ibanez with Stars, Furs and Dreamy Foody Stories in The Kitchen
A kitchen is the soul of a home. In the first ever Kitchenette for the House, the stars gathered on the ceiling to make the tiny nest of the space expand, fit for a Queen. Designed by Noelia Ibanez, the space reminded me of a glam hotel rooms’ wet bar allowed to be amped up and magnified.
Noelia partnered with Gaggenau, a brand I am fond of for both design and their “essays on culture and lifestyle,” where the people, places and things spotlighted include supreme delectables, such as the above nested confection. Noelia’s expansion and breaking the rules of how a kitchen should look is in line with the glass walled kitchen and micro-seasonal fare with “personality” from chef, Esben Holmboe of Maaemo restaurant in Oslo, video linked here. So primal and ethereal.
Patrick Hamilton in The Drawing Room with Jockey Silks and a Mint Julips
As I climbed the stairs with The Bearded One, the rooms became more colorful to match my reddening cheeks. Thanks also to my Bourbon neat for that hue. Imagine my surprise to see The Bearded One’s portrait above the mantlepiece in Patrick Hamilton‘s Kentucky Derby Holiday room!
At first glance, deceptively simple, however derby touches revealed themselves the closer one looked. From horseshoe shapes to bright jockey silk fabrics, Patrick’s nice tip of the jockey helmet to the Year of the Horse also celebrated those timeless myths of women and horses!
(The Myth of Sparkle Pony, from the Land of Portlandia, my favorite.)
The open gold motif is pared with one of my favorite colors, ice blue.
The play of bright shiny and matte, very racy.
Hey, is that a hay fireplace?
Dapper Patrick proves that one’s tie can match the art on the walls. Cheers.
Natalie Kraiem Sittin’ in the Breezeway With Shiny Things Reflecting on Life
Here’s another “heady” designer in a space she designed for a holiday of reflection. Yet another abstractist, I had to take a snap of Natalie Kraiem as she exactly matched her room. Her hallway room was the entryway to the top floor bar and I liked this touch of “reflect”and “gather yourself honey” before stepping into
that yonder den of iniquity.
In the steely wave like patterns on the walls, I saw of icicles in my mind’s eye and was grateful to step into the next room…
Everyone. In the Pool! With Drinks. With Silly Fun. With Deep Conversations.
If Art Basel Miami Beach is not in the cards this year, designer, Justin Shaulis brought the art fair to New York with his room, the crown of the house, the bar. Note the custom carpet here, evoking ocean waves.
My admired friend Pryor Callaway‘s bench and bar were sculptures, much of the art was curated by Elizabeth Sadoff, with whom I always enjoy connecting to at soirees like this. Justin enjoys fame as a design host for HGTV‘s Home Rules, so the room buzzed like an art fair.
So great to see my friends of a feather gather in the room, designer, blogger, Tamara Matthews Stephenson; writer Saxon Henry; designer, Vyna St. Phard; new friends, architect, Kimberly Brown and curator, Lisa Anastos, with Avenue magazine publisher, Randi Schatz; Elizabeth Brown, CEO of Viyet; designer, Stephanie Odegard; and visionary, Rio Hamilton, here in a YSL suit, stellar bow tie and some chick named Jade Dressler.
Somehow I missed Island Weiss in his black and white checks and Alexa Hampton…good God, how does one miss Alexa???
I saw in other posted blogs that she was dressed in vibrant red, pink, so Alexa, these Miami Beach flocking flamingos below are for you, since I missed you in the kaleidoscope gathering.
A portrait of the artist/interior designer’s mother in Dior. Loved this candid “art” moment too.
Another deep moment here with Tamara and Justin.
Pryor was requested to lie on her Sparkle bench and pose.
So Pryor is always in some kind of custom leather get-up, tonight in a coat made for her recent wedding. She gives us a peek inside.
At another moment, full of holiday cheer, I looked down into the reflective tabletop of shimmering lucite and saw it as an ocean view, with design books floating upside down like ships…Whoa! Time to head home for sure.
Soul So Inspired. Soul Warmed. Soul Grateful.
Holiday House is located at the Academy Mansion, 2 East 63rd Street, New York City, Holiday House NYC is open to the public Nov. 20 to Dec. 21, from 11 a.m. to 5 p.m. daily. To purchase tickets, click here. Proceeds will benefit the Breast Cancer Research Foundation.
So many more rooms, designers and brands, too many to mention,
a general bow to all here.
Thank you Iris Dankner, visionary. Thank you Holiday House NYC, and sponsors: 1stdibs; Avenue magazine; Baccarat; Badilla; Farrow & Ball; Fendi Casa; Frontgate; Hyland magazine; ibuydesign.com; Lillian August; LXTV Open House; Michael C. Fina; Robert Allen; Roche Bobois; Savant; and Traditional Home magazine.
The really nice room images above are taken by Peter Kubilus Photography, some rooms and candids by moi, Jade Dressler and some by
The Google God of Gathering Images.
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NYC Fall 2014. At every autumn, orange sunset in Manhattan, Central Park trees float their last yellowy orange leaves down, and a leafy shag carpet begins to rise, ready for tomorrow’s millions of feet pestles to mortar into the pavement. Perhaps every Fall, this city-infused herbal potion prepares us for some wintry healing magic for making dreams come true. Imagine, the alchemist of Nature driving us to throw down and mash up our own tea leaves in the metallic glass beaker bottle of NYC, towards what mysterious effects we have no sensory awareness of!
On the ponds of the park, loons make their last dives of the day, owl eyes wink-pop open, silver stars emerge slowly and hundreds of sparkled gowns get zipped up for Fall’s shiny, gold galas, award and charity red carpet events, many to benefit children halfway around the globe just waking up to their day.
This ritual of nature and the ritual of philanthropic humans of NYC, this giving, these grand parties, these gems…I’m calling it my big Orange Crush, a term I use for what makes me happy, expansive and lustful for life. Here’s a few of the more stellar Orange Crush events and thrills we zipped up for.
One Hundred Years for NYC Kids…Kips Bay
On one recent evening, all this Giving and Glamour, made the Central Park Boathouse glow for the Kips Bay gala, set on a glimmering pond reflecting a pearl moon and city lumens winking like gems…
Inside hundreds of gala goers threw down to benefit the legendary Kips Bay children’s programs, reaching its 100-year mark. These people party hard! Donna Summers‘ coo-ing and bossa nova pumped the dance floor filled with all kinds of folks “cutting the rug”…Baronesses, even a federal judge, and my favorite, Orange Crush #2, a neon orange lace, swirly coat dress buttoned up and matching heels I lusted for as the perfect party frock for this event, the essence of positivity, the changing leaves, the transparency. (Its sexy, authoritative neon-ness later lit up a gondola on the lake, as boatloads of dancers ventured out.)
I thought my own Marlo Thomas/ That Girl out-on-the-town look, with my circa 70′s silver lame high-waisted pants topped with the above fuzzy puff sleeved orange-red rib sweater with silvery roses – hit the same smart note, given the Donna Summers vibe and the garb of the guests. The dance floor was awash in men in pale pink suits, puffy cocktail frocks and even a frenetically dancing lady who resembled “a Lufthansa stewardess.” (quipped a friend)
Design notables form a core base of support for Kips Bay, as every May, The Kips Bay Designer Showhouse is where these top designers and others really throw down for the cause. Designers at the boathouse event included our client, Scott Sanders, interior designer, who hosted our table; Gideon Mendelson, James Rixner; Charles Pavarini; John Eason; Jennifer Flanders; David Scott, and industry leaders such as James Druckman.
Evenings end, limping socialites lifted centerpieces and crawled out of the park to 5th Avenue taxis.
Hello, for a week that orange lace dress has haunted me. Why? Why was it so perfect for this evening? Was it just that it matched the leaves? Or was it the Nobel Prize-winning Malala factor? Her orange garb standing for hope, giving, sunniness?
Malala, my Orange Crush #3.
Or is all this orange just a color Power of Pop, like the Princess Rihanna factor? (My #4 crush for sure)
Orange signals change, hope or caution. Sunrise and sunset. From monks and Malala to Rihana on the red carpet…to…these waving-like-Malala, these orange hello kitties in the shop window of jeweler, Marie Helene Taillac on the upper east side. Imagine seeing 50 of them waving in a window! This was my next Orange Crush, #5.
I met Marie in Paris and am excited to see her shops expand into NYC and Japan. A fashion veteran, including work with Philip Treacy, de Taillac had a revelation when she met with some of the finest artisans in India, who still work according to traditional methods dating back to the maharajahs.
I saw this same inner sacred = “gems in metal enclosures” pattern at an interior design show this season, my senses tell me we are about to see more of this given the season and the times, now is when we lust to frame our desires/our fiery gems as the earth grows cold in the northern climates. Cultivating inner gems are what inner clarity, outer charity and celebrating do for a person. Imagine if we do more of this as Humanity.
A Night For Educating Girls, Furthering Dreams
Next in the chain of events, brilliant sari’s, smiles, malas and gems galore came together for an event at the Indian Consulate, featuring the art of Shreya Mehta to benefit the education of girls and orphans in India through the work of Commit-2-Change and our client, The Satya Foundation. Orange Crush #6.
We are proud to work with native New Yorker, Satya Scainetti, who discovered her passion for gemstones and sacred symbols on a yoga retreat. Her vision to create jewelry and give back to children, by supporting their desire for education, led to her founding of Satya Jewelry, with two stores in NYC and her founding of The Satya Foundation, which held their first gala on one of the first cold evenings this season. I’ve been calling Satya, “NYC’s Malala.”
Gemstones rule at Satya, in a more downtown cool-girl vibe. Two powerful rings by Satya are my Orange Crush #7. I would wear one in citron and one in onyx, to capture the season’s shift of light into dark. The citron, French word for lemon, for that quiet strong visionary, pale daytime light and the onyx for the strength of the longer Winter night.
Fascinating, that sparkling citrine, ranging in colors from pale yellow to vibrant orange “assists in acquiring wealth and helps in maintaining it. It is a stone of abundance and manifestation, attracting wealth and prosperity, success and all things good. It also encourages generosity and sharing good fortune.”
The world is realizing that educating a girl fosters a loop of community, connected feminism, change and civil rights. Onyx the gemstone “fosters inner strength, focused attention, willpower, self-mastery, discipline, reason.” This concentration matches the inner fire of girls determined to go to school despite so many hardships.
For her gala, “NYC’s Malala” went for the strength of an inner Malala look, while on the outside she shimmered like Rihanna in a long, slim onyx gown of shinees to match her long black hair. Beautiful!
Celebs in film, fashion and finance raised funds for the girls in the schools the Satya Foundation has supported for over eight years, including friends of Satya, Ed Norton, actor; Shauna Robertson, producer; actresses Cassandra Seidenfeld and Sejal Shah, and Kim Jackson, film producer.
Power people in government and business included Ambassador Dynaneshwar Mulay, Consul General of India; my friend and inspiration, Baldev Duggal, president, Duggal and NYC green developer; Adam Oestreich, president of NY Cares; Reshma Saujani, founder of Girls Who Code, Former NYC Deputy Public Advocate under Bill de Blasio, author; and Sharon Manner, Ashrams for Autism.
Fashion luminaries included Kiran Rai, CEO of Satya Jewelry and Sir Alistair Rai; Alexis Maybank, founder of Gilt Groupe; Cushnie Carly, designer; Alisa Ng, founder of L-atitude.com; Sindya Valloppillil Kalghatgi, founder HELIX Men and Rebecca Parekh, COO, Deepak Chopra Radical Wellbeing.
The finance world braved the cold and crushed with guests such as Sapna Werner, GH Smart; Amish Barot, Managing Director, Deutsche Bank; Mamta Kaushal, Director of Integrity, World Bank; Abney Poonja, VP Deutsche Bank; Mousmi Sharma, Managing Director, Hudson Bay Capital; and Brian Wood, Managing Director at Morgan Stanley.
Read more about the event and support the education of girls on the foundation’s Crowdrise, a site founded by Ed Norton and Shauna Robertson.
The Luminous Inner Sanctum of a Stellar NYC Party
And, sometimes, the humans throw down just to celebrate LOVE.
Orange Crush #8. My friend, the beautiful inside and out, Dr. Shirley Madhere sent me a cryptic email asking for my address. A few days later a large golden envelope arrived in the mail with an invite to a party at the NYC Library to celebrate her engagement to Michael Weil, president of American Realty Capital. Not just any party, five hundred people gussied up and partying hard at one of NYC’s most spectacular venues.
Shirley’s spirit is best described as a beautiful, captivating spark. A holistic plastic surgeon, she hosts monthly salons bringing the best leaders of beauty and intelligence together and makes regular appearances on Dr. Oz. As founder of Beauty 4 Empowerment, “a campaign for global awareness… invested and engaged in the empowerment of women worldwide through the language and power of beauty…” you best believe she is my Orange Crush #8!
While I knew my Aries-sister would do it up right, nothing prepared us for this thoroughly glittering, power crowd, with amazing folks of all walks of life, from characters such as Uncle Blinky, the son of Flava Flav, to Tia Chibani to trusted biz associates of Michael living all over the world. Was everyone flawlessly beautiful inside and out? Maybe it was the occasion and the scene, and Yes, well, they were.
Ascending the steps to the entrance…(good practice for my future Met Costume Exhibit gala entrance)
A vast hall with tree silhouettes and a spot-lit torch singer.
This is just one end of the hall, guests still arriving!
The, oh…about 30 foot long bar. No crushing of bodies here, just elegance of ritual.
The descent to dinner.
The vast dinner hall, folks of all kinds, family and friends breaking bread and feasting from, oh about 20 tables laden with sumptuous food of ALL kinds!
Sparkling below. Moi, the Jade Dressler and The Dr. Vincent Pedre, my client, integrative physician, author and friend. Hot dancer too! He made me do Spanish things on the dance floor.
At one end of the cavernous room, a golden wall gleamed.
The couple in the lights looked mythical, like professing their LOVE in front of a Greek temple of immortality.
And yet another silk orange frock mocking a float of a leaf with the wind lifting and twisting. (note: Dr. Shirley is working the Power of Pop, the Princess Rihanna factor here. And note, my Manhattan cocktail is affecting my poetry. And note, this dress is my Orange Crush #9. )
The toast ends. Let the dancing begin! Back upstairs y’all.
The waving, dancing feathers and orchids!
The People! The Scrumptious Designer Tia Chibani in a silk flower. (It was way more than a dress.) We connected via our mutual designs, I loved her dress, she loved my Flava Flav necklace.
Purple rain, girl in bunny ears.
The dance floor.
My dancing feet. Gold leather pants and rhinestone shoes for glitz and black thigh-highs…because, well that’s my world.
Shirley and Michael throw down. Shirley changed gown. Now a red and ultra-violet blue dress of feathers. Accessorized with a diamond GEM and candy bracelets.
My date for the evening, (remember he’s a holistic doctor) literally stopped everything on the dance floor to lure me over to a dessert table which was about 50 feet long. I think he smelled the sugar. White orchids, feathers and pearls. Fluted vases, canisters and trays. What a way to lighten up about dessert!
How perfect to cap the night by evoking both a white downy bed and a blanket of snow to dream in.
Sugar. Dance. More sugar, more dance.
At exactly midnight…everything stopped. Music off. Lights up. Party over in an instant. Crushed…but…How perfect is that?
After this event, and late nights, it is time to leave the evening’s gold shoes by the door…
the orange sun of winter’s dawn is coming…
The owls are getting sleepy…XO LOVE
People. Rihanna and her many sparkling pasties and outfits.
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October 4, 2014
“a dragonfly laying in coat of snow” (((((( Nico poetry )))))
Rainy Saturday morning swells water imagery/delicate emotions this week. Best picture above of my favorite Francofile, exquisite-eye, and batting eyelashes friend Susan Tabak in swelled full circle skirt mode. Inner flowers.
~ packed audience at FIAF. Water phone and turntable instruments, crystal orbs and bowl playing, orchestrated by my friend, music+image maker, Stephan Crasneanscki, whose image of a Flower Shower of a pure devotional festival in India is on my front door~~~~because yellow flowers remind me of my rolling stone father.
Heart swells zipped me back to a prophetic dream last week of singing bowls and harvesting and pressing velvety, underground corn kernels into crystal skulls on a farm in Italy (a very American Indian vision kind of dream)
~ there are worlds in petals/water droplets/holograms/rainbows where I can smell a swell infinity~
Aren’t we all just bees cross pollinating with plants, flowers, wools, waves, weaves, +tweeds cycling back to patterns we wear and groove with? Thus we Happily Pondered on Skype yesterday with brand partners on how to re-weave classic tweeds/or anything landing into modern crossroading. A 2-D-piction of 1-billion-D stars to make us Big Dippers.
Nuff slow poetry! Gotta run! Saturday! Errands! Soap bubble LOVE!
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LOVE my innie work from home RAINY DAY NYC ~ Casual Fridays indeed! ~
Voila! PJ’s to PJ’s ~ ~ a call from Paris b4 tucking in~ catch ups with my new mama/Elle editoress/brand star/LOVE: Trish in unbroken waves ~
we talk Paris to NYC “Pajamarama” from bebe adorableness to Paris runway newsflashes ~
~to women/identity/power from my bright lights/bright city power confabs at NYC’s recent WIE conference with yum ladies: Alexandra Wilkis Wilson. Alissa Vitti. Alina Cho. Amma Asante. Amy Odell. Cindy Gallop. Dee Poku. Diane Brady. Donna Cruz. Gabrielle Bernstein. Jane Hertzmark Hudis. John Demsey. Rachel Sklar. Satya Scainetti. Zosia Mamet. And Many More.
~to women/identity/power on the march with Paris’ Lagerfeld/Chanel women’s protest defile~
to the Kaiser’s previous SHOPPING show to the little book on PJ’s I must send to Trish’s son ~
to my NYC traffic-stopping woman pro-surfing the sidewalks yesterday wrapped in a Persian rug coat ~
A new picture of Le Fils, her son, a blond little prince with a red balloon ~ to
~ the late afternoon kid cheers, chants from my NYC 7-inch schoolyard playground next door~red ball bounce, bounce, bounce into the earth ~ earth turns, turns, turns~ owls lift lids when dusk’s curtain falls.
((( Wow. I never got out of my PJ’s. )))
People. Trish Nagy Travieso Karl Lagerfeld
Places. Home. Feels good to be consumed by art.sleep.work.
Things. Pajamarama. Hi Love! curtain above~hey I made that+hey, for hire!
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