Languishing in New York
by angeliska on September 16, 2009
(From the collection of Mark Dion and Dana Sherwood)
I arrived in the city soundly,
despite Mercury’s meddlings
(delays, insane turbulence)
and headed straight from the airport
to the Hungarian House where my
beloved Zlatne Uste Balkan Brass Band
and The Luminescent Orchestrii featuring
my old friend Sxip Shirey were tearing it up.
It was a great show, packed with enthusiastic
dancers of all ages, doing a traditional circle
dance. Apparently they do this every Wednesday
night! Lots of teensy little old elfin ladies and gents
were putting me to shame on the dance floor.
I hope I’m still frolicking like that when I get ancient!
(Stinky Herman the hedgehog hangs out near a Galliano Diptyque
candle, hoping his musty death-smell will not offend passersby)
As soon as I rolled into town, I started going out every night-
dancing until dawn at the Rubulad Boat Party, and the next
evening at Disko Nouveaux, which no doubt contributed to
my run down system. Combine that with allergies, climate change
and general neglect, and it’s no wonder I’m sick as a damn dog.
I’m trying not to be despondent, and just hope to kick it soonly,
but my sinuses are just built wrong or something- and this sort
of thing tends to linger. Acupuncture appointment in Chinatown
is set for tomorrow, plus a visit to Congee Village! The horror
of not being able to smell or really enjoy food, (not to mention
feeling snot-ridden and unglamourous) is a bit of a problem.
How am I going to haunt the hallowed halls of Aedes de Venusta
and I Hate Perfume with a blocked-up nose faucet? Really, now.
(Dana and Mark have more Victorian taxidermy than anyone I know.
Quite an impressive collection, amassed on their various travels.)
Other highlights so far have included an immense steak dinner
at Peter Luger’s, walking home from the train at dawn, hearing
the multitude of birds singing in the eaves of a grand theatre
turned church. Getting very lost with the Tibetan lady who
was my cabdriver- the ineffable experience of connecting
on a deep level with total strangers in this huge/tiny city.
She gave me a yellow rose. The same night, I happened
to sit down next to the lovely Miss A., and offered her a
Choward’s Violet Pastille. Hours later, our wonderful
conversation unabated, I remembered the mantra I set
for myself as I was preparing for this trip: BE OPEN
— to experiences, to people, to the energy of the city.
So far, it’s served me very well indeed, as I’ve met some
wonderful people I never would’ve encountered by being
shut off. It’s so easy to pull down the shade here, to not
interact, not make eye contact. You’re never alone here,
even when you want to be, so people make that privacy
for themselves — so as not to go completely mad!
Too often, however, that solitude becomes complete —
a black impenetrable wall of protection, and we find
ourselves too alone, too isolated. I’ve been reminding
myself all the time to smile, instead of just staring,
and it’s been rewarded every time with warmth
and recognition. Try it and see what happens.
(Dana’s gorgeous wax orange blossom bridal wreath and hair collection.)
Oh yes, I also went to go see Nick Cave do an interview and reading from
his new book, The Death of Bunny Munro. His boy Jethro Lazenby Cave
was there, striding gloriously in my direction at one point, ooh-la!
I must say, the proximity to the Cave père et fils gave me quite a frisson!
More precious treasures, bisque babies, hair flowers.
Did I mention it’s Fashion Week here? Could’ve fooled me.
I’ve been completely oblivious, not gone to a single couture show,
fool that I am. Crikey. I hope I won’t miss it all! Living vicariously
instead through Yvan Rodic’s wonderful photographs, and
feeling The Gawker’s pain. Stupid sinus infection!
Dana and Mark’s tiny kitchen is quite inspiring. It’s like being inside a pastry
shell stuffed with antique lace and snails. They have the most elegant
refrigerator interior ever, lots of crocheted doilies and rush baskets.
I spent all of yesterday languishing in bed. Luckily, the bed is very luxurious-
I have the honor of staying in Miss Jolie Holland’s room while she’s out on
tour (go see her if she comes to your town! You’ll be so glad you did!)
Stefan Jecusco playing his magical banjo (goat-headed, handmade from ancient wood)
and Jolie on her Strohviol at a wonderful potluck here. My dear friend Jana
is taking really good care of me. I’m so glad to be staying here with her!
I’m laying around, feeling awful, listening to city sounds, the neighbor’s laundry
waving at from from out on the line. The tinkling of brass coins, car alarms,
children playing, a man screaming. Slowing it all down, and resting.
Sunlight on the chandelier, reflected over the courtyard from a windowpane.
A whole day passes, and I’m still here. Make a wish that I get better soon?
New York Redux circa 2006
by angeliska on September 13, 2009
Oh my. It’s been a while since I was last in New York.
I just dug up these pictures from the last time I was there,
and I’m flooded by memories of how much fun we had..
Now I’m even more excited about visiting again-
it really is one of my favorite cities, and I feel that we have
and affinity for one another. Very important in a city like that.
If a city doesn’t like you- sometimes there just ain’t much you
can do about it. Make ritual offerings of flowers and goatmilk?
Get to know each other better? Maybe a mediator.
Luckily, New York and I are exuberantly fond of one another.
I can’t wait to go to my favorite Indian restaurants:
Milan I and Milan II – otherwise known as:
HAPPY BIRTHDAY INDIAN FOOD! If you know, you know.
So magical. It’s like being on the inside of a piñata.
I get to see my beloved Dana Kitten! My ravishing sister with the most
incredible stormy blue violet eyes. It will be so lovely to see her and
her dashing beau, Mr. Mark Dion– I haven’t seen them in ages and ages!
She is an amazing artist, and creator of confectionery oddities.
Wild Irish Rose, gone feral in the bogs! Beware her thorny parasol!
The incomparable Lord Whimsy led us on a fantastic tour
of his favorite stomping grounds, the eerily beautiful Pine Barrens.
We spent a lovely day there, hunting for carnivorous plants,
fungi, and the ever-elusive Jersey Devil! I’d love to camp there someday.
Sadly, I cannot recall the name of this very rare bloom! Whims, refresh me?
We parted ways at dusk, after an afternoon of tromping in the woods,
and junk hunting! We bought an enormous (4 or 5 feet tall!) glass bell jar
that had originally housed a waxen saint doll, who tragically melted
years before. Oh, how I wish I could’ve seen her! I ought to mention
that in a fit of folly, we um- attempted to have this incredible thing
shipped. How foolish we were- of course it shattered en route.
We rushed back for a dinner party, and what a soiree it was-
always attended by the most fashionable zombies, of course.
Dana and Mark’s elegant apartment is filled with all manner of exciting
taxidermy, and their collection has grown exponentially since my last
visit here. More pictures to follow! I’m in a paradise of artful living here.
It’s enough to make you swoon- especially if your waist
has been narrowed to 18 inches by silk and whalebone!
Too tight? Of corset is!
Sadly, my sweetheart wasn’t able to accompany me on this trip..
I took this picture of him when we were last at Coney Island,
and it remains one of my favorites. Isn’t he dreamy?
Little lost goat, wandering through the blue dioramic mountains-
don’t you wish you had a guide to the big city? Luckily, I have
a long list of favorite places to re-visit, and new things to explore..
Rachael Gibson’s (Fur Coat, No Knickers) Super-Big New York Guide
is proving to be extremely helpful, however! Anything else
on your personal New York list I absolutely mustn’t miss?
I’ve fully entered the whirlwind, and am running literally
from dusk ’til dawn- more current updates as soon as I
can catch my breath! Until then, back into the fray!
Laudanum Honey
by angeliska on September 9, 2009
This past weekend, we made a quick jaunt to San Antonio to see
Elegant Enigmas: The Art of Edward Gorey at the McNay Museum.
It was truly everything I could have wished for and more- completely
worth the trip. I was practically weeping over his grocery lists
(TV Guide, cat food, cat litter) and hand-stitched Figbash doll.
The illustrated envelopes from letters to his mother, oh stars!
So beautiful. What a genius he was. How amazing to see the
originals for the Gashlycrumb Tinies! They are tiny, too!
I reveled in any tiny mistakes, stains and smears, white-outs
and pasted on panels covering flaws- these made them so real,
and that much more amazing to me. It’s a traveling exhibit,
so if it comes near you- go! You will not regret it, I swear.
Afterwards, we strolled in a rainy garden- feeling like we’d walked into a Gorey drawing.
Lunch was had at the old Liberty Bar, a leaning edifice with serious food
that came highly recommended by all who knew of it. They did not lead us astray.
We Blenheim Hot Ginger Ale (the best!), mission figs and goat cheese,
venison burgers, portabellas and wild boar sausage. Serious food, indeed.
“Structural problems plagued the place from the get-go.
Cobbled together quickly by unskilled labor out of cast-off materials,
the building appears to have been designed and constructed by children
whose milk was laced with laudanum. (And who immediately changed
their minds and removed the entire store front so they could add ten feet.)
The flood of 1921 left water standing above the mahogany bar and a thick
layer of river bottom silt around the cedar posts and oak sills of the foundation.
The weight of the floodwater warped the walls and, over time, some of cedar
foundation posts rotted, giving way, warping the floor. By this time,
Grandma Boehler had fallen down the stairs, broken her neck and died,
leaving Fritz a corner room recluse in his daughter Minnie’s care.
After his death the daughter rented out the building.
There was no significant repair or maintenance for over fifty years.
Time went by and the building did a slow hula as in laws took over.
A family cousin encouraged the troops in rented rooms upstairs
while black waiters carried fried chicken and tamales out to cars
parked in the hackberry shade. Old rodeo clowns and Saturday
morning matinee cowboys drank beer, smoked cigars and cracked jokes .
They grew old and die but to a few mossbacks from
the brewery and the perennial under-age adolescent.”
It’s such a beautiful old building- I’m sad that they’ll be moving away from it soon.
The whole thing leans heavily, and the floor is so wonky and crooked
that you feel drunk as soon as you walk in. All the angles are wrong,
but the place is so oddly calming. It’s like being in a Texan version of
Through the Looking Glass, if you can imagine that.
It was there that Frannie and I discovered the enigma of the conjoined cornichon!
Funny thing is, just yesterday I found another one, in my salad..
Must be an epidemic. Siamese twin baby pickles everywhere!
Jordan Moser and Frannie Brown, two of my favorite folks-
both brilliant dancers and old-tyme musicians who love
silent movies and slapstick humor, and it would seem- each other!
Case in point. So gol-danged cute. Jeez, Louise!
Ain’t love grand?
★ I recently discovered the work of Aquirax Uno through Tara Sinn–
she does a fantastic interview with him that you can go read on her blog.
She’s got a shiny new portfolio, and her work is fantasmic, go check it out.
★Also, Thirty Book Covers from Poland from A Journey Round My Skull
is really inspiring- in a design-sense, but also makes me want
to go to Poland and nose around used bookstores looking
for some of these! Might help if I learned Polish, I guess.
★ David Lynch’s window displays via John Coulthart’s Feuilleton
are wonderful as well. Love that man. Let’s go to Paris, eh?
★ Oh yeah! I almost forgot- I got my ritual haircut done today!
I freaking love it. It’s better than I ever could have imagined.
Pictures soon, I promise. Hooray for coiffure bravery, I say!
Right-o, back to packing for my trip to New York- I leave on Friday!
Please do let me know your favorite people/places/things there,
and in general! Seen any art you loved lately? I’m going to be
meeting with and interviewing artists when I’m in the Big Apple-
so tell me about anyone you think I might dig, won’t you?
MAGIC WINDOWS #2
by angeliska on September 7, 2009
So, our house caught on fire last night!
We were so incredible lucky that we caught it
before it spread into the ceiling- I am really
feeling so grateful right now to whatever is
protecting us. We smelled smoke, and discovered
that a fire was building in the wall behind our dryer.
The dryer vent got too hot, and caught the old, dry wood,
perhaps smoldering it again and again before in burst
into flames. I ran for a fire extinguisher while the boys
hacked into the wall with an axe. When I got back, there
were five firetrucks and ambulances with stretchers and
I nearly had a heart-attack. Luckily (between my sweetheart
and twenty or so brawny firemen) it was quickly dispatched!
Such a terrifying experience, though.We can deal with
the damage from this, though- and it’s a really good wake up
call to replace our smoke detectors and get new extinguishers.
Please do the same- protect your home and yourself,
because you really never do know. I shudder to think
what would have happened had we been asleep, or out…
Horrors. I’m pretty ready to not have any more disasters
or destruction in my life, okay? Seriously. Enough!
Alright, without further ado: the latest installment
in my Magic Windows series:
My friend Corrine had
a sparkle birthday party recently where being glittery from head to toe was mandatory.
Luckily, this has never been a problem for me. I live for the razzle-dazzle.
The latest acquisition to my treasure hoard: a hard carved (or is it pyrographed?)
wooden box from Russia, with firebird corners done in beautiful repoussage.
Some furry friends from the shop– actually the box, and the treasures below
came from there as well- of course! These fine fellows were formerly
scientific specimens tucked away in some dusty drawer. Now they can
come out and play! They need some jewels for eyes.
Chipmunks are so great- I wish we had them in Texas.
Monkey toes (not fingers!) and ivory fan. Have you ever seen such long toes
on sock monkey before? I sure hadn’t! It’s so hard not to adopt every
single orphaned sock money I see. I love them so.
Too true.
The storms have finally come, and everyone is so relieved.
You can feel the change in the air! I am hoping I won’t totally miss
that spell-binding time when the shift in seasons is so palpable
that everyone starts practically dancing in the streets.
I saw a double rainbow! Good omens. Double happiness.
Frannie also had a birthday, and we celebrated by going down to
Paradise Grove, along the river. We ate fruit-tarts and drank champagne
on the little sandy beach. Later when the moon rose, we built a fire
and danced and sang and skinny-dipped in the silvery water.
I just discovered that my phone actually does a quite good video-
I managed to catch this story from my Grampa Charlie while he
was recuperating from bronchitis in the hospital- he’s home now,
and feeling a lot better! The prelude to this story is that
my grandmother, Jean Goldstick Polacheck, was photographer
in New York in the 40’s and 50’s, and was good friends with
Weegee, and Stieglitz and all those guys.
She was working for Cue Magazine, taking pictures
of Zero Mostel during his show at El Morocco.
If you aren’t familiar with Zero Mostel, here are some clips of him
on the Muppet Show (!) and from The Producers
(it’s the great scene with Gene Wilder, who I adore.)
MAGIC WINDOWS #2
These magic windows are a view into my day-to-day,
and the wondrous things I espy. All photos
and video are shot on my magical celephone,
which has enabled me to capture so many of
the fleeting images that heretofore were
recorded only upon the back wall of my brainpan.
Endless Summer
by angeliska on September 2, 2009
Yes, so I’m aware it’s September and autumn is creeping in,
but here in Texas it’s going to be summer for a while yet!
It’s strange- Fall has always been my favorite season,
and yet despite this hideous drought and blaze we’ve been
experiencing down here, I must admit I’m a bit sad to see summer go.
I want more skinny-dipping, more slip wearing, more nectar sipping!
My body loves being warm here- it’s like floating in amniotic fluid.
Muscles unfurl, neck loosens, shoulders un-hunch themselves
and the smell of hot cedar sap and baking asphalt are a strange balm.
Popsicle season. Sweaty sassy dance party time. Sunset hour.
Summer! Who knew I could ever grow to love it so, especially after
years in the South- swearing up and down that I would never subject
myself to another blistering Texas or muggy Louisiana summer.
Here’s the thing though- I’m a perfume fanatic, and my tastes lean
far more to wintery or autumnal scents. I like manly, leathery, smoky,
spicy, woody tea and green notes. Almost exclusively.
I know what smells good on me, and yet my love of perfume
always leads me to try new things- sometimes this results in
fantastic discoveries. Or not. I’ve been disappointed far too often,
but still find myself engaged in late-night flurries of fancy on
perfume blogs and ebay, determined to find the perfect one.
Summer usually catches me off guard, you see- and my signature
scents are really far too heavy for hot weather. Hence my frantic
night-owl trawling. One day I will find something so heady and
amazing, that captures my vision of what summer should smell like.
It might involve snatches of some the the perfumes below,
which I have been experiencing this summer.
My secret dream is to be a perfumer, so perhaps one day
I shall just have to make it myself! Isn’t that always just the way?
Un Jardin Sur Le Nil by Hermès
The notes are: green mango, lotus flower,
aromatic rushes (calamus), frankincense, sycamore wood.
I adore green scents (in junior high it was Prescriptive’s Calyx)
and I bought this one on a whim in the Airport (I think it was Schipol)
on route to Serbia. This perfume is a huge reminder of the ability of scent
to powerfully evoke memories! Everytime I wear it, I am instantly transported:
washing off days of grime from the Guča Balkan Brass Festival in the mountains of Dragačevo.
Finding calm and respite in a too-snazzy Belgrade palace hotel. It makes me think of traveling with my grandfather, my favorite music, being a stranger, and dark green mountains. I had long looked for a perfume that utilized sycamore, one of my core home scents – so this one drew me in. I love it so much- it’s almost time for a new bottle!
Banane Vanille by Comptoir Sud Pacifique
“Direct from the French West Indies,
sparkling orange basted with banana cream on top,
clove wrapped up with banana leaf in the heart,
vanilla pod and white rum in a mellow background
for a super rich and surprising fragrance.”
I have no excuse for this one, other than that I have a sick
predilection for fake banana flavor. Give me your runts + laffy taffy,
I eat it up. I know it’s wrong, and I don’t care. This is way, way
sweeter than I can normally ever stand- but I wear it when I want
to masquerade as a fluffy sundae, or a tropical maiden. Mmm, nanners!
Oh, also it’s has kind of an effervescent quality, and my dog chewed
on my bottle of it, which is made of metal and now has bite marks.
It must be good, because Grrizelda gave it her seal of approval.
“Demeter’s Firefly seeks to capture the essence
of an early northeastern spring evening at dusk,
the smells associated with the kind of magical night
when the first fireflies of the year appear.”
This has been my number one summer scent this year.
Very reminiscent of Demeter’s Thunderstorm,
with a more earthiness, a bit of verdance, and luminescent
bug-butt squish. At least that’s what I perceive. The bottle
leaks a bit onto my hankies in my bag, and that’s quite nice.
Navegar by L’Artisan Parfumeur
I wear Navegar now and then, but it’s a bit light
for my tastes. Very elegant and understated.
I’d like more spice, more manliness. As usual.
“Inspired by the “black diamond”, pepper,
Navegar perfectly showcases the dual nature
of this king of spices, its warmth and its bracing freshness.
With notes of rum, lime, ginger and anise,
it is a piquant cocktail resting on a luxurious base
of precious woods and incense.
Navegar features notes of red pepper, ginger,
lime, absolute rum, black pepper, incense,
star anise, juniper, cedar wood, guaiac wood.”
“Navegar is a scent of stones, shells and driftwood collected on the beach.
The woody dryness almost makes me feel sand grains scratching my skin,
and as the composition begins its panoramic unfolding, I notice a touch of
salty freshness, which provides an interesting counterpoint to the spices
and woods comprising this Olivia Giacobetti’s creation for L’Artisan Parfumeur.
This imaginary beach is a deserted one–just as the sandy dunes slowly
descend into the dusky mist in the evening, the citrus shimmer of Navegar’s
top notes fades into the raw silk warmth of woods. The luminosity of
Navegar’s woody accord is accented by the spices, from the resinous
dryness of pepper to the pungent bite of ginger. The lovers of Olivia Giacobetti
will find much to enjoy about this L’Artisan—wistful aura, gauzy treatment
of woods and caressing whisper of spices. On the other hand, this ethereal
quality might disappoint those who prefer their spices fiery.”
Vetiver by Hove of New Orleans
This is my all-purpose summer scent.
It’s good for layering, great alone.
It’s pretty butch, yes- very dry and airy.
Just Vetiver, nothing else.
It comes from Hove,
which is very sentimental and special for me.
Such a magical place, do visit it when you’re
in New Orleans, and send me a bundle of vetiver root.
I’m always on the look out for the perfect Vetiver.
We wear the raw essential oil, which is very wintery
and intense. Most of the commercial vetivers are too
powdery and light! This is dark, dirty elder-god goat sap!
It is a grass, and all- but really. Roots! It needs to be rich.
I’ve tried Vetiver Tonka by Hermès as well as
Fig & Vetiver by Anthousa and found both too light.
The hunt continues on..
Check out this description of Vétiver Extraordinaire,
from Elena Vosnaki of Perfume Shrine:
Hello, I’m swooning. She is my favorite perfume writer
because of passages like that. She intrinsically gets it,
and always finds the most perfect language to explain it.
I’m reading Diane Ackerman’s A Natural History of the Senses
right now, and in the chapter about scent she writes that
we have no words to describe scent. Elena Vosnaki
has proved that wrong again and again.
Oh my, how I admire her! Too, too sublime.
Fig by Marc Jacobs
“Unfolds with the richness of fig and the freshness
of yuzu zest and Tuscan cypress—
warm and enveloping without overwhelming.”
Fragrance Notes: Wet Cut Grass, Wild Strawberry,
Clementine Zest, Dewy Cypress, Tropical Rain Accord,
Passion Flower, Sunshine Flower, White Orchid,
Beech Amber, Musk, Tree Moss, Teak Wood.
I bought a giant bottle of this and now sort of regret it.
It’s not dark and figgy at all, really. Oh well.
Anybody want to buy it from me?
It’s very pleasant and summery,
but just not right for me.
Dame Darcy – Sexy Summer Man
“It’s made from the leaves of Tomato plants
and smells like a wonderful citrusy dark green summer.
Many claim that it has helped their love life as well!”
I just got this in the mail from Dame Darcy
with a big bundle of Meatcake Comics
I bought to replace the ones I lost in the hurricane.
Crushed tomato leaves evoke
my most powerful summer memories:
Laying down between the rows,
looking up at the moon, making out.
Chin bristle and dirty fingernails.
The prickle and sting and sharp green
smell of trampled plants and sweat.
It seems like summer scents are usually either green or fruity and fluffy.
I need something versatile, sultry, long-lasting, and a little mean.
Lazy, blends well with my armpit smell, and totally irreverent.
I’m thinking: cedar, sycamore, fig, asphalt, pink pepper, vetiver, grapefruit, storm.
How do you solve this conundrum? What are your favorite summer scents?
(p.s. I can’t recall where I found either of these wonderful photographs, alas.
If you know where credit is due, please let me know!)
Voyages: Chicago
by angeliska on September 1, 2009
So, remember when I went to Chicago?
I’m just now finding a minute to write about all that,
so forgive the vast rewind- as per usual, I create my own
time-space continuum and all that.
I find myself in a hulking city packed with bodies
and marvel as I let myself be buffeted like a bit o’ flotsam
down the human river. So many facets of life’s vicissitudes
moving all around me. I love to get lost in that thick
stream, to wonder about lives and languages and stories.
It’s what I love most about big cities, and what would no doubt
drive me mad if I lived in one for a long time.
If you’re even a little bit empathic, it can be quite overwhelming
to be constantly surrounded by minds on all sides-
though in smaller doses, it’s a sublime delight.
This Egyptian Temple had been converted into a climate-controlled storage unit facility.
Guaranteed to keep the contents of your canopic jars fresh, and your mummified cats
perfectly preserved for all eternity. The night-watchman’s a Setian Priest, no doubt.
We had the pleasure of staying in the marvelous sprawling apartments of Elena Brocade,
though she was on honeymoon in Cairo until the very end of our visit. Romantical!
It was wonderful to explore her world- it is truly a wonderland of exotic plants, ostrich
feathers, intriguing books, mannequins, puppets and fancy hats. In other words, paradise.
Elena is a very talented and inspiring creature- she’s an aerial artist, amazing all with her
feats on the static trapeze, silks, and Spanish web. Strength, grace and incredible fashion sense-
all wrapped up into one sassy package of sinew, satin and sequins. We totally raided her closet,
which has a whole section devoted to nothing but jumpsuits! Her costumes are the best, ever.
Check her out! Also, if you saw Public Enemies recently, that was her looking all dusty and consumptive
and clutching at Johnny Depp’s arm after making him egg-salad sandwiches. She’s a movie star!
An amazing shop window downtown- little did I know, it was done by a
good friend of Lady Lavona’s. Infinitesimally small world we wander through.
This was glued to the wall in Elena’s kitchen. Sexy!
Appetite-stimulating! I wish I could read the whole comic.
Grandmother Wolf.
Al and Raven, (very tipsy and adorable) were our trusty guides to Chicago’s nightlife.
It was so good to hang out with these dear ones- I had missed them both enormously.
We went new-wave dancing at Neo, and it was hilarious.
Chartreuse + soda and Bauhaus. Almost like being 15 in New Orleans again!
Hunger in our bellies led us to a glowing bastion in the night, the only thing open-
(aside from that hot-dog stand where all the drunk asshats harass the hot-dog ladies.)
The Golden Nugget! It was filled with faux-art-nouveau stained glass,
southwestern themed frosted glass and grumpy waitresses!
Also, greasy blinis! Perfection. Latkes at 3am, so happy-making.
Obligatory 4am post-nightclub late-night diner bathroom photo.
Back at Elena’s the next morning we discovered some grisly evidence.
Curtains, for you
Magic doorways.
Have you ever tasted durian? Do you adopt ancestors?
I want this iridescent peachy wallpaper, please.
Elena’s sad soldier sculpture. He looks like a peat bog man to me.
This is Diana. She works at The Red Apple Polish Buffet.
She became our friend, first because of her amazing outfit and hot accent-
but then because she played good music just for us in our private room,
and was totally amenable to being kidnapped and taken to the beach.
Diana, we love you! Run away with us, and then take us to Poland with you!
The Polish toy shop, where I had to get dragged out of here, and was thus prevented
from buying heaps of faded birthday cards with kittens and indecipherable greetings.
Lukewarm Dude Puma. Need I say more?
I sat by this window, and read this book about Michael Jackson. It was strange.
Okay, next time I go to Chicago it’s going to be for more than just a couple
of days- so I need lots of suggestions for wondrous and interesting things
I need to experience there. Pony up! I love wandering around aimlessly,
but please make me a magic map of destinations. It’s such a fantastic city-
tell me your stories about it, won’t you? What must I simply not miss?
Hurricane Katrina: Four Years Later
by angeliska on August 29, 2009
A hard day, full of painful remembrances and revelations.
I wake in a panic, the dogs are barking wildly and I twist my
shoulder in my haste to rise, my body not as awake as my mind.
Head pounding, worried for my dear Grampa who is ill in the hospital,
and today is that day- the anniversary of our southern Armageddon.
Four years, can you believe? I can’t. I feel like I am just only now
beginning to recover from the giant holes that damn storm blew
in my life. I still am in the process of re-shaping myself, my identity,
and my community and it’s taking a long time- because so much
was lost in those muddy waters. I am only now starting to grasp
the full scope of what it meant, and means. If you have some time today,
take a moment to think about it. I’ve you haven’t been back to New Orleans
since the hurricane, or especially if you’ve never been before-
do yourself a favor and go! It’s still there, y’all- and it needs not to
be forgotten. So many people in the last few years have actually told me
that they just assumed that there was nothing left there,
that the city had become a ghost town. Some imagined it was still
underwater, a flood-plain still filled with floating bodies.
Well, it has more ghosts now than ever, that’s for sure-
but New Orleans is a vital and beautiful beast,
still busting out with life and dancing on broken legs.
Go get in the middle of that, see it for yourself-
and then come tell me a story about what you saw there.
If you know full well what it means to miss New Orleans,
then tonight light a sea of candles for all the dead,
be with the ones you love, drink a sazerac or
a Pimm’s Cup and go shake it out!
My friend Jose Fernandes stayed in New Orleans
during the storm, in his apartment on Esplanade.
He spent the days afterwards slapping mosquitoes,
watching the water rise through the streets and wandering
around through the desolation offering help and taking photographs.
They are some of the most poignant and beautiful images
I have seen from that time. I looked at them over and over again
in the months that followed, always coming back to this first one, especially:
I also highly recommend going to see Clayton Cubitt’s
Katrina Portraits
as well as his personal chronicle about Katrina:
Operation Eden
Josh Neufeld’s brilliant graphic novel A.D. – New Orleans After the Deluge
is out in print! Finally, my own copy to hold and read!
I read this voraciously when it was published in chapters
online, and it affected me more than almost anything else.
So well done, and every bit of it true.
http://www.smithmag.net/afterthedeluge/
“One of the best-ever examples of comics reportage,
and one of the clearest portraits of post-Katrina
New Orleans yet published. An essential addition
to the ongoing conversation about what Katrina means,
and what New Orleans means.” – Dave Eggers
Please take a minute and read the Katrina Pain Index,
from the folks at Counterpunch.
If you’ve still got it in you, here’s some collected writings
about my experiences with Hurricane Katrina,
in reverse chronological order. Dig in.
New Orleans in August
One Year
Lower Ninth Aftermath
MARDI GRAS APRÈS L’ORAGE
AFTERMATH: REVELATIONS
JUST WHEN YOU THINK IT CAN’T GET ANY WORSE
Calamity
The Triumph of Death
What can you do?
Katrina
Kid Koala – Basin Street Blues
(via Clayton Cubitt, with thanks)
Octopus Honey
by angeliska on August 27, 2009
That and this on a rainy (!) night.
The storm thrumbles and booms overhead,
the little dogs shiver and quake- and me clickety-clack
before a little late-night leftover scallops + gorgonzola grits
from The Blue Dahlia, muy delicioso!
Looking at this accordion girl makes me feel very free,
and makes me think of Miss Courtney Pocketmouse Lain
who lives by the sea and plays accordion and who I miss immensely.
I imagine she is wandering the shingle, looking for washed up sailors
and drying out her giant tentacles. At least, that’s what I would be doing
if I lived by the sea, which I won’t- probably not anyway.
I’m done with typhoons, and all. I’m thinking about them a lot lately.
Can someone please explain to me what the hell is going on here?
I got this from Bean, but it’s very mysterious.
It’s from an 1893 volume of St. Nicholas Magazine-
apparently it’s a play about math. Okay. Re-enactment, please!
Maybe this will be my Halloween costume this year. Holy-moly,
it’s right around the corner! Have you figured out yours yet?
The Adventures of Serene Limpness,
the Moon-Faced Princess,
Dulcet and Debonaire
This is the best book title ever, and you can read
the whole book online!
I found this at the always wonderful lady at Jezebel Stationary.
Her world makes me happy. I need to order some goodies from her!
★ As Japan’s Mediums Die, Ancient Tradition Fades,
an article from the New York Times.
Read all about Mount Osore (aka. The Mountain of Horror!)
A “weather-beaten temple..surrounded by a lifeless lake
and a wasteland of naked rock reeking of sulfur
that conjures images of Buddhist hell.”
The “itako” — elderly, often blind women
hold séance-like ceremonies that customers
hope will allow them to commune with spirits of the dead.
“Shojiro Kurokawa, 82, can remember as a child in the 1930s
when residents of his and other nearby villages would trek
to the temple to hold weeklong festivals of all-night dancing,
singing and séances. In those days, he said,
there were more than 100 itako.”
★ Nubby Twiglet + Gala Darling found the most magical,
uh, gym in the world! Seriously. I need one of these to open
up in Austin. My dusty little workout room is kind of like a haunted
mansion, except without any of the purple neon or amenities.
Mainly it just has bones and ghosts, and a shitty exercise bike,
elliptical and trampoline I bought but have not yet, um, experienced.
Yet! I need a personal trainer. With a whip. They need to be super-mean
and have an accent and tell me stories. Anyone up for the job?
Check it out: Lifting Weights in The Haunted Mansion
★ Many, many thanks to Coilhouse for turning me on to the
aural magic that is Headphone Commute!
Their Modern Classical mix is the very best late-night writing soundtrack, ever.
In fact, I’m listening to it at this very moment. Highly addictive.
★ I’m really enjoying connecting with all of you fascinating creatures
who read the Gazette! Thank you all so much for your comments,
and enchanting links. Keep it coming- I am so curious always to know
what blows your skirts up (or your trouser-leg!) and love it when y’all
send tidbits of wonderment and interest my way. I’m contemplating the
next steps for my beloved bee-log, because writing here is one of my
most favorite things to do. It’s a matter of making it sustainable, as I am
constantly juggling a lot of projects. I’m finding ways to manage my time
better, and post more regularly. Many strange and magical experiences
lately have been making me wonder if it’s time to add an advice column
here. What do you think? Do you have questions for me? Shall we try?
Also, reader-reader on a star.. How I wonder who you are!
Tell me about yourself, won’t you? Some of you are known and very dear
to me, but I think there are lots of you out there who I am just discovering…
How did you come to be a reader of the Gazette? What do you enjoy most,
and what suggestions might you have? I can’t wait to hear! xoxo A.
Magic Windows #1
by angeliska on August 26, 2009
Want to see into my day-to-day? My crazy-ass hyper-power robot celephone
records it fairly faithfully for me, and it’s high-time for a magic window party!
Jewels from the shop. Sometimes I cannot resist the sparkle.
Okay, I admit that I have a problem- my bijoux collection is getting a bit out of hand!
Also from Uncommon Objects– this man is made of wax.
He looked sad, so I gave him a skunk-skin to wear, and a silver acorn collar.
He seemed more hopeful after I styled him. I think he’s looking for love.
The other day, I came to work only to discover that gremlins had been cavorting
in the night and knocked my shelf down, thus destroying pretty much everything
that could be broken in my booth. Total bricolage carnage. Glass everywhere.
The universe is being a little heavy-handed in hinting to me that maybe I need
to be a little more zen with the material objects. Trying to learn that lesson.
Between the hurricane, the renovation, and the destructo-dog, I think I’m
getting the picture! Breathe, and let it all go. Yes, it has memories and magic.
Yes, it is just stuff. Oh, and by the by- to everyone who recommended a crate
for Grrizelda: You were all totally right, and I wished I listened sooner!
I loved this freaky nekko-cat vase from guess where.
It barfs flowers at you. I find a bouquet brightens a room, don’t you?
Especially when upchucked by a tiny ceramic kitty.
This is just wrong. It’s a chocolate covered Twinkie from Big Top Candy Shop.
You know you want it. I ate half, and I thought I was going to die. Crazy.
My sweetie cleaned out his closet and discovered all these punk shirts he
silkscreened when he was a kid. I’ve been feeling like dressing like I did when
I was 14, so I adopted his handmade Wind Chill Factor shirt. We went to see
Inglourious Basterds that night, so I felt I had dressed very appropriately.
Holy crap, it was so amazing. It affected me much more than I could have
ever predicted. Absolutely Tarantino’s masterpiece. So many good films out
this year! For the first time in forever, I feel like I might actually watch the Oscars.
All of the attention to detail in the film was impeccable. The rhinestones studded
shoes and fabulous hats, and the women all wore the same shade of red lipstick.
Pretty damn certain it was my own favorite, M.A.C.’s Ruby Woo. So perfect!
I love this embroidered flamenca. A gift for one of my favorite ladies!
This is my summer drink of choice lately. Redcurrant + rose syrup + soda.
It’s from Poland. If you ever see another bottle, please send one to me!
There’s been a brutal drought here, and our garden is torched.
The guardian of the succulents is protecting these hardy babies, though.
My beloved Grampa told me recently that he wanted to go shopping for a new
wardrobe. He asked to go to Banana Bay, inexplicably, which is a military supply
store. We found him a new Greek Fisherman’s cap, in dove-gray, very dapper.
He was into the camo, so I picked out this jacket for him. The print was the best,
but I don’t know what it’s camo for, exactly. Night-hunting? My Grampa is 95
years old, and he has mad style. Incidentally, he is also the least military kind of guy
ever, (he’s an intellectual!) so who knows- he said he liked the look! Tough!
Admiral Fox is also sporting the mode de guerre!
Spiked helmets are the new black, didn’t you hear?
Gilded Bats
by angeliska on August 20, 2009
I am finally beginning to feel halfway human again after
le disko deluge, (yes more on that soon!)
As usual, it’s not quite Thursday anymore– but c’est la vie!
So many things have been happening lately that my heart
feels filled with stars and champagne, and despite disko-induced
aches and pains, I’ve been breaking into ecstatic jigs and hoppings.
Yesterday morning, however- I was totally despondent to realize
upon waking that the Bat for Lashes concert here was completely sold out!
Horrors and woe accompanied me to the shop, where I cobbled together
a little box of treasure and good-luck talismans- as a gift of thanks
on the off-chance that Miss Natasha should wander in.
Imagine my amazement when about an hour later she did just that!
What a lovely and kind lady- she hugged me and made me the happiest
creature in the world as she listened to my sad tale and generously
offered to put me on the guestlist! Oh frabjous day- calloo callay!
How incredible is that? Very. What a lucky girl I am!
(photo by Chad Wadsworth)
♡ The show was phenomenal. Excellent sound, a respectful crowd, and
she and her band sounded marvelous. I highly recommend catching them live
if you get the chance- they really do put on a fantastic live show.
Also, her drummer is a bad-ass. I love amazing girl drummers so much.
The new album is just lovely- totally my soundtrack lately.
♡ Lately we’ve been seeing some astoundingly beautiful sunsets-
they stain the world cotton candy grapefruit soda pink and lilac fluff,
and I take a million swirly photos trying to capture their majesty.
♡ I love getting surprise visits from my fairy-godson Sascha and his
lovely maman the elf. We went on a walk, hunting for rainbows.
He is the elfin prince child of my heart and now he can say words! Conversations, ahoy!
♡ I’ve been pretty obsessed with M.A.C. gold eyeshadow, and have been
gilding my eyelids most days. Wearing a vintage gold dress that smells funny,
and jewelry from Lux Revival. This was taken hurriedly before the concert,
so forgive the overexposure, one day I’ll actually buy a low-light lense.
I need some photography equipment guidance! Anyone want to be my tech-sherpa?
Henri Plaat’s short film “I am an old smoking moving Indian Movie Star 1968”
(Danke, meine liebe Elizabeta!)
♡ I saw both Moon and District 9 recently, and both were incredible. Go see!
They showed the 1969 original video for David Bowie’s Space Oddity
at the Alamo before the previews, and I realized I’d never seen it before!
Can you even handle how nerd-sexy he is? Those crooked teeth
make my pants feel funny. I have a thing for dental deformities.
♡ I ordered some goodies from Korres recently, (using the iCiNG discount,
thanks Miss Darling!) and am excited to try everything out.
The company started in an ancient Greek homeopathic pharmacy,
and they don’t use any synthetic components, so I’m very intrigued.
♡ I can’t wait to be cleaning my filth palace and dancing this weekend at
Smack! and the Micro-Nano Party at Cheer Up Charlie’s!
♡ The other night I was laying in the hammock, staring at the moon,
and I saw these big, pale bats flying overhead. They are much larger
than the mexican freetails, and sort of buff colored- I think they’re called
Pallid Bats. I’m so excited that they have made Grackle Grotto their home!
Got woken in the night, by a mystic golden light.
My head soaked in river water.
I had been dressed in a coat of armor.
They called a horse out of the woodland.
“Take her there, through the desert shores.”
They sang to me, “This is yours to wear.
You’re the chosen one, there’s no turning back now.”
The smell of redwood giants. The banquet for the shadows.
Horse and I, we’re dancers in the dark.
Came upon the headdress. It was gilded, dark and golden.
The children sang. I was so afraid- I took it to my head and prayed.
They sang to me, “This is yours to wear.
You’re the chosen one, there’s no turning back.”
They sang to me, “This is yours to wear.
You’re the chosen one, there’s no turning back.”
There is no turning back. There is no turn.
There is no turning back. There is no turn.
Do tell me about any new favorite things of yours, won’t you?
I’ve been hungrily amassing lots of new music, films, books,
friends, opportunities and experiences lately! What’s new for you?