Posts Tagged ‘Explore’

Buenos Dias, Buenos Aires

Perhaps we'll tango?

Trawl the antique markets beneath the city's grand Beaux-Arts structures?

Snatch up antique gas bottles for an inspired collection?

Learn the craft of a local artisan?

Or simply while the day away in tune with the locals?

Against better judgement, I’m throwing yesterday’s caution to the wind.  Yes indeed, if anything is going to be robbed it won’t be the abode.  Meh, I have plenty of issues getting through our brownstone’s vault-like doors, and I have the keys!  It will be I, futzing with the camera in the city’s famous crafts & antiques markets who will get the old pecuniary patdown.

Come 10:30 pm this evening, I’ll be on an overnight flight to Argentina.  On Sunday, a cruise ship to Brazil and Uruguay.

Without further ado, I bid you adieu. And do stay tuned for tales and snapshots of South American culture.

xoxo

Secrets, Secrets Are No Fun

Harboring a secreto.  And that, my dear and inspired, is the only clue I can give.

As luck would have it, I’ll be back spamming inboxes & clogging up readers on St. Patty’s.

March 17th is a long time to keep a secret.  Stay tuned.

Cloche Up

"Mad as a Hatter" ~ In order to bind felt fibers the millinery industry used mercury. Felt fluff would be inhaled by the milliners and over time the mercury would drive them mad.

Not a moment longer will I keep the news under hat (oh no no, dear you, such trickery is old hat).  Tis true! The oft-obsessed about cloche  now sits jauntily atop my obsessed noggin!

After a lazy Bleecker Street brunch, Mr. Husband and I swooped into SoHo’s The Hat Shop to pick up the custom Guy Carsone aubergine chapeau.

If you look cloche up, the hands of the maker (in this case monsieur Brooklyn milliner, Guy) are imprinted in its felt.  You can feel it! I felt it.

You may think I’m talking through my hat.  Why don’t you throw your hat in the ring?  I guarantee you’ll sense a thing or two new.  If not, I’ll eat my hat.

By Jove, who knew the chapeau had (la haute) cultural currency?

Valentine Affairs + Art Writing Alliance

Hot fuss, it’s been a big week!  In part to a forbidden affair carried on with chocolate and crab cakes, though thankfully not at the same time.  In truth, it’s one of those high-quality liaisons, so I’ll just keep it up.

Other affairs of note, unfortunately none of the  kinky quality ~

Brigitte of Covet, Design, etc., in Chicago + Beyond and I are having a blog affair.  She high-fived The Clueless Crafter.  I’m high-tening her.  Thanks for keeping Clueless off your crap list, especially before Valentine’s Day when my heart is like a fragile (insert your desired visual here).

Julieann, Deisgnstress of CreateGirl posted a fantabualistic round-up of her favorite blogpreneuses current must-haves.  I paid her in Dove Chocolates (though, she didn’t know they were last year’s batch) to put me in her list.  The French mid-century lacquer and birch desk sadly did not make it into our collection.  The Christie’s auctioneer really knew how to amp the audience up, driving the hammer price into a no-own zone.  Jerk!

By the end of the week, affairs gave way to a promising professional alliance.  I am thrilled to announce that I’ve been appointed LVCmag.com’s at-large Arts contributor!

LVCmag.com (En francais, La Vie Cherie)  is the vision that women can achieve a meaningful balance between the Darling life – the exterior, the surface – and the Cherished life – the interior, the substance.

Mary Georgiana Caroline, Lady Filmer (English, 1838–1903) Untitled loose page from the Filmer Album, mid-1860s

I hope you stop by to see what the women behind this enterprise are about. At the least, cruise past my first article “Playing with Pictures,” a look into the inner lives of Victorian women, their obsessions with photography, and how they “cut and pasted” their likenesses into alternate realities.

Tell me what you want to read more of and I’ll whip it up into something funky, full of feeling, and future forward for next week’s Arts Column.

xoxo

Scarflette Tartlette

Next year's scarflette

Next year's scarflette, perhaps?

A gorgeous sparkle flourish increases allure to this scarflette.

Valentine’s Day 2010 marks the first year I am deeply attached to two loves. C’est pas vrai?!  The forbidden love triangle!

The first love goes to my dashing husband.  We will be inseparable as we brunch and crush on one another and our much beloved New York.  The tie that binds, the capstone to the love triangle, is the delicious buttery texture of a handmade scarflette, wrapped come-hitherly round the decolletage.

It seals the deal on a year of love –  thoughtfully crafted in unison.  One in which a supportive husband believes that his wife’s entrepreneurial aspirations and craft life are worth exploring;  And, one where a wife believes her computer engineering husband deserves to live a life surrounded by art, craft, design, and all sorts of visual intrigue and expression.

I guess this is one of those rare occasions where we welcome a third party into our relationship.  It’s a symbol of love and cooperation.  We hope to continue to craft a closely knit marriage of mutual support.

More akin to my humble scarflette. On Saturday, I will be meeting with my faithful tutor Victoria to fix dropped stitches and add buttons.

~ Cheers to all Scarflette Tartlettes!

What do you share in your relationships, in your marriages?

Auction Connection

A stunning pair of mercury glass obelisks that caught my fancy.

‘A symphony of plates, and vases, and silverware and candlesticks,’ he inevitably shouts my way, but I cannot focus. My peripheral vision has caught sight of a cobalt and salmon lustreware pitcher on the bottom shelf of a glass display case.  I fumble inside to inspect the piece firsthand, an activity that involves drawing it to the eye or under my handy magnifying loop, all while twirling and turning it around and upside down for signs of irreparable damage. ‘dances in your head! he continues, Is this (pointing at the lustreware in my death grip with a knowing smirk) going to be part of our symphony?’

Mayybe?‘ I  husband-probe, ‘How do you feel about it?’

And so goes the way of conversation after conversation hinged on our collecting dreams. Saturday afternoon’s grand tour of  Doyle At Home ~ Fine Furniture, Decorations, and Paintings unfolded in much the same way as previous auction previews. Whether collecting for pleasure or the pragmatic, the discussion invariably leads to chat of aesthetics and economics.  Do we both love it?  Can we afford it?

As young collectors, it is prudent to peruse the wares at as many fleas, estate sales, galleries, art and craft fairs, antique shows, and auction previews long before purchasing.

Below is a short, yet suitable list to familiarize you with the larger auction houses as well as smaller regional auctions. Wherever you are, there is an auction for you.

Interior Designers snap up settees like this for a bargain, refurbishing and reupholstering for a spectacular return.

Dizzy from the symphony of china and crystal dancing through my head, this velvet jewel-toned chaise lounge had just the right Hollywood vibe for a good faint.

Camel back sofa with great bones. The Euro-oriental kitsch and the pearlescent sheen of the fabric was a tad over the top.

Antiques and the Arts Online, offers a comprehensive overview of  auctions taking place across the United States

Bonhams and Butterfields

Christie’s

Doyle New York

Freeman’s, American Furniture, Decorative & Folk Art, English & Continental Furniture & Decorative Arts, Asian Arts, Fine American & European Paintings, Modern and Contemporary Art, Rare Books, Fine Prints, Oriental Rugs, Fine Jewelry & Silver, and 20th /21st Century Design

iGavel online auctions,  fine arts, antiques, and collectibles

Phillips De Pury & Company, specializing in contemporary art

Sotheby’s

Swann Galleries Auctioneers, specializing in rare books and works on paper

Tepper Galleries

Waddington’s

Wes Cowan’s Historic Americana Auctions, specializing in Native American art and antiques

Do you know of any well-regarded large or regional auction houses near you? What treasures can be found there?

Auctions and My Art Story ~ An Approach to Collecting

By this juncture, I just may have established that I’m clueless when it comes to crafting.  What I have not said is that in other areas, well, I’m just not that clueless.

There, I’ve come clean.

While I don’t intend to debunk the validity of my clueless crafting – afterall, I relish in the freedom it has given me to fail with a smile – I don’t want to withhold what by nature captures my fancy.

Back Art Story

I’m trained academically in art history and professionally in the inside world of the art market at the Fashion Institute of Technology, New York (Click here for more on this amazing program).

I’ve plodded along in the fascinating fields of art appraisal and the recovery of stolen and looted art & objects.  Before this,  in a large bank organizing an art lecture series for prominent collectors.  And, delightfully true, when one lives in a center for art trade, how could she not have spent countless hours in galleries, museums and auction houses?

Future Art Story

Now I’m slowly transitioning to the other side:  the would-be collector.  If even I have auction apprehension, I can only presume that others do as well. But what makes me hopelessly attached to the auction format is the adrenaline rush of competition.  In my world, that plastic paddle is a menacing weapon, asserting autonomy and art audacity.  I’m declaring the right to make life beautiful and meaningful.  This right, however, only comes with work – your work.

Your Art Story

* Get acquainted with art and antiques that will financially never be within reach.  In the museum, works have been vetted by specialists.  They know (most of the time) what is authentic.  Put yourself in their eyes.  You may have seen a similar painting or sideboard in your grandmother’s attic, but how does the one in the museum differ?

* Go to auction previews.  They are free, open to the public, and welcome questions.  Specialists will be milling about, at the ready to answer your thoughtful questions.  So you want to look at the back of the painting for signs of restoration or damage?  Perfect! Ask to have them take it down so you can have a good look.  You can’t do this in a museum, so get in there and go for it.

* Go to galleries whose works most represent your taste. If you don’t know your taste, all the better.  Explore!  Begin to forge a relationship with the dealer, which will in turn allow you to profit from her expertise. Consider her a teacher willing to impart knowledge to a future client.  Afterall, if you do purchase, her commission is the result of your education.

* Do your own research.  Google. Read books.  Check online art databases for recent auction results for your artist, genre, Regency chair. Visit other galleries, museums, auction houses, non-vetted group shows, artists’ studios, non-profits, corporate art collections, the hospital waiting room.  Be autonomous. Be audacious.

I’ve been tromping around New York for years and I’m still not comfortable with the art and antiques world scene.  It’s a growing process.  Whether you live here or in a small town seemingly off the map, people are and have been creating exquisite works of expression.  The above tips are not relegated to my geographic location.  As art is everywhere, in subsequent installments I will share with you resources such as websites; books; online auctions; art & antique sale indexes; building relationships within the art world; and steps to ensure your purchase is indeed authentic.

Now, I’m curious.  Share a story or anything you know or want to know about acquiring art, antiques, collectibles, and furniture at auction.

De Sign

I have often worried that design, a word I use as casually as the requisite articles a/an/the, had to be greater than the thoughtless contexts I accord with its name.  It is true, I have been guilty of emptying meaning in service of a simple way to express what I really see when I look about. So, I resort to exclamation points and ohh ahhhs.

A recent, soul-warming coffee clutch with a special blogpreneuse* at Wall Street’s Le Financier put words to my intellectual and, so it feels, spiritual conundrum.  Design talk is my cursory attempt to confer and convey significance without working on the substance beneath. In my world, you can believe I am always wearing a designer dress.

My way threatens to de sign design, to eradicate the historical, political, and social roots by looking into its shiny surface for the perfect reflection of myself.

From 2010 forward, I challenge myself to look beyond the surface, to research the antecedents of my visual desire and to know the history and emotions that thrust the object into my orbit.

I leave to you an excerpt on the etymology of design~

from its Greek definition, design is about incompleteness, indefiniteness, or imperfection, yet it also is about likelihood, expectation, or anticipation.  In its largest sense, design signifies not only the vague, intangible, or ambiguous, but also the strive to capture the elusive./Translating the etymological context into English, it can be said that design is about something we once had, but have no longer.

Dear Designers, Artists and Crafters,

How do you lend meaning to the objects before you?

*The special someone I speak of is @abcddesigns.  Find her.

Knit Wit

Me, my gift tag, and a whole lot of pride. Speaking of pride, am I suffering from hubris? I think there's a trend forming here. How many pictures of me can this blog take? Photo courtesy of @Etsy.

I woke up this morning to the annoying shrill of a high-pitched note.  To my dismay, then delight, it was my voice. It is back and I can hear it!  For an insane moment there, I really thought I had lost it for good.  And to think that the only way I would be able to relate to you would be through the written word?

Stultifying!

Amidst a slew of other life demands (Hey, somebody’s got to get the Charmin), I’ve been reading your ideas for how I should dress my nook of New York in addition to steeping my spirit in the textures you most adore.  Hello autumn leaves, a worn awl, a baby’s cheek, and a buttery sheepskin rug under foot on a cold winter morning!

To inspire next year’s holiday wrapping, I hope you enjoy this needlepoint gift tag I made at Etsy Labs.  Isn’t it a gem and this palette of red, blue and yellow? No words to describe its beauty.

It is true that I was under the impression I was knitting at the time of this creation, which sparked a gamut of coos and high-fives from my internal peanut gallery.  I laugh now as I flash back to its genesis, shocked that I insisted the instructor compliment my knitting skills!  Oh la la, I’m arrogant.

In conclusion, needlepoint is a form of canvas work embroidery;  knitting is needlework created by interlacing yarn in a series of connected loops.  And, a knit wit is what I was.

Check.

I sincerely hope you’ve had a chance to laugh off a personal, professional or artistic indiscretion in this new year? If not, get going!

Textured Time

What a week! As I sit from my perch at the side of a quiet, yet dignified old brownstone fireplace amongst the personal effects that make my life meaningful: husband, heavy tomes + light novellas alike, a sundry of objets trouves from our travels,and one special piece I made called Textured Time, I sense an approaching serenity.

Quelle surprise. This is the sentiment of a woman who usually finds herself in a flurry of activity on Sunday.  Always. Wanting. More. Until sidelined with a physically debilitating and emotionally crushing flu that threw me into a serious bout of self reflection.

Last night when my husband buried me under the covers, willing my fever to break, a slew of images swirled about. In the onset of visual vertigo and a deafening – literally – ear infection, I relived the week’s monumental happenings.

The private event at the Museum of Art & Design, the culmination of a month-long sprint of politicking and art prattling, turned out to be one of the most rewarding art events I’ve planned to date.

This photo reminds me of the days I used to coordinate luncheons in the arts for prominent art collectors. This one, though, had the Clueless Crafter branded all over it: lighthearted exchange amongst a bevy of beautiful and intriguing decorative objects.

The article Don’t Do It Yourself, born out of a year’s rumination on the rewards and risks of the handmade life.

The handmade clock Textured Time (which I truly adore and therefore named!) is the result of the Bauhaus Lab I attended at The Museum of Modern Art.

My interpretation of a day recorded in the material world. Feathers mark daybreak; creams punctuated by black velour signify the struggle to wake; soft blues and silkyviolet show the daily humdrum; and, heavy orange plaids are the day's seconds woven together, fiery with hope and the prospect of another day richly lived.

And now last week’s excitement is screeching to a halt and another week is on the brink.  I am left with sights, sounds, and feelings of a time that will never have the same texture.  There is a profound sense of loss as I grapple with the past and the will to go forward.  What next?

The hard part about life is loss.  Sometimes all we can do is cling longingly to a relic.  I’m glad that this evening I have Textured Time with me.  Thank god I made it.

What textures of time gone by do you cherish most?