Winter Solstice – Dark Season
by angeliska on December 21, 2008
Tonight we will celebrate the Winter Solstice,
hopefully under the stars with good friends
around a roaring fire- mugs of something
steaming and spicy in our hands.
Right now it’s so cold and blustery outside
that my hands are almost too numb to write!
I was reading about solstice traditions around
the world this morning and came across these
two goddesses I’d never heard of-
Beiwe and Rozhanitsa.
(Drawing by Julianna Swaney)
The Saami, indigenous people of Finland, Sweden and Norway,
worship Beiwe, the sun-goddess of fertility and sanity.
She travels through the sky in a structure made of reindeer bones
with her daughter, Beiwe-Neia, to herald back
the greenery on which the reindeer feed.
On the winter solstice, her worshipers
would sacrifice white female animals
and thread the meat on sticks which
they bent into rings and tied with bright ribbons.
They also cover their doorposts with butter
so Beiwe can eat it and begin her journey once again.
(You can order this and stick your own twigs in it from walkingthings)
(Photo by Dora Alexandra Nacsa)
In twelfth century Russia, the eastern Slavs worshiped
the winter mother goddess, Rozhanitsa,
offering bloodless sacrifices like honey, bread and cheese.
Bright colored winter embroideries (usually red on white)
depicting the antlered goddess and her children
were made to honor the Feast of Rozhanitsa in late December.
For her feast, small, white-iced cookies shaped like deer
were given as presents or good luck tokens.
(Photo by Julia Aumann)
I also discovered Neil Morris’ perfumes,
and couldn’t resist ordering a sample to try
after I read his description of Dark Season:
“Dark Season is a scent impression of a time I spent in Finland visiting friends —
cold, dry shimmering nights. One evening our group took a walk
through the winter woods in Lahti. The night was crystalline with cold air,
and a majestic forest. The snow started to fall —
it was an other worldly landscape. The stars were like frozen lights,
as if they would break in a thousand crystal pieces, if you breathed on them.
We had to return home as the north wind was getting too potent.
My friend lives on a street (Pohjanakanpolku)
that translates: Path of the Northern Hag.
In the distance we could smell the warm fires and the saunas.
Out in the cold and elements, a dry cold,
we felt the promise of something warm in the distance,
the hearth burning. My friend served gloggi, a mulled wine
— a perfect evening.”
It is composed of:
Cinnamon, Labdanum, Oakmoss,
Myrrh, Fir needle, Dark vanilla,
Indonesian patchouli
I can’t wait to smell it!
I covet very much this necklace made by Element Lux–
Mlle. Verhext found it at Theatre of Dreams..
Also, be sure to check out Tamera’s 12 Hexmas Tidings!
There are so many wonders there- especially her Hiver flickr collection!
I’m lighting trails of candles like this one,
found from Emma Fexeus,
where I found some of these other wonderful images-
design and style from a Scandinavian perspective, indeed!
It is the longest night of the year!
(Photo found on Jed Root)
Makes you want roll around in birch leaves
with an unlaced bodice and pink jellyfish frills, doesn’t it?
(Photo by Sandra Juto)
My winter wish to all as we enter
the belly of the night
is for convivial companionship,
serene dreams, and bright hearth fires.
It will be spring before we know it.
Stay warm, kittens!
More solstice magic:
Winter Solstice – Bright Stars + Firelight
WINTER SOLSTICE – BLOOD MOON
Winter Solstice – Messe de Minuit
Imps of Winter
by angeliska on December 20, 2008
The other morning when I awoke, a cloud had fallen to earth
and everything was enveloped in a thick haze.
It made everything seem especially ghostly and mysterious,
as if a winter spell had been cast by mischievous imps
intent on obscuring their traces by fogging up my lens!
I did manage to capture some evidence of their sorcery:
a carrot passionately in love with itself, or demurely crossed legs?
Yep, so black and orange are still where it’s at for me-
and apparently corduroy hot-pants are part of the equation
(this is very out of character for me, you see) paired with
my favorite scarf, knitted by my favorite auntie!
I am hanging out in Don Weir’s booth at Uncommon Objects
with my new best friend, who is pretty much all I want for hexmas:
She was made in England by Norah Wellings, or so says
the tag on her foot. I think her name must be Dewpie Dew,
because that’s all she really ever says. She is elfin magic!
Also, this is so wonderful. I would love to have it. Just sayin’.
Gnome and monkey wish you cozy, and want figgy pudding. As do I.
I must sat also, that as far as work christmas parties go- I am quite the lucky duck!
As you may have guessed from their Thanksgiving gathering,
the Wimans really know how to do a sumptuous and festive fête!
I wish more of the photographs had come out, as there are always so many
stunning vignettes- the one above is just a corner of the wine table,
but I liked the tin and the cheery colored orbs. Also nearby were piles of truffles.
This is what I wore:
– sequinned peacock + sari trim headband I made before the party
– 1920’s necklaces, gifts from my sweetheart
– Phoenix brand vintage dress, gifted- pinned up for the evening
(ps. it is actually black and not navy as it appears here)
– peacock stockings and shoes both from modcloth
Photo by DW, beautiful assemblage behind me by Steve Wiman.
My outfit was inspired by these print blocks from a Berlin
party favor and costume catalog- they were made into ornaments
and hung so guests could choose one to take home.
Oh, I just realized that the middle one is upside down!
The Wiman’s christmas tree is the most marvelous, ever.
It is cloth-wrapped wire with a white starlite base,
covered in ornaments hand made by friends over the years.
Each one is a tiny work of art, each with a story.
This was one of my favorites, made last year by Mr. Weir.
To the past, and all it has brought us…
Crimson Meteors
by angeliska on December 15, 2008
Last night we went to see the Golden Dragon Acrobats at the Paramount Theatre.
Oh heavens, they were so incredible! I have rarely seen such
feats of daring, grace and strength performed so playfully
and (apparently) effortlessly. I want to be an acrobat when I grow up.
(Nevermind that I don’t even know how to do a cartwheel!)
We were celebrating Miss Sarah Belle’s birthday (aka. DJ Organgrinder)
with sweet potatoes roasted in the fire and ginger lemon whiskey,
on the most beautiful night of the year. Shivery silver winds + skeins of stars!
And even though she was far away, numerous birthday toasts
were made in honor of Mlle. Tamera’s whelping as well!
In fact, there was a meteor shower in honor of these two amazing mädchens!
A gibbous Moon will overpowered all but the brightest meteors..
Next year, the Geminids will be stunningly bright and very visible,
since the moon will not be so luminous as it has been recently-
mark your calendar and go lay down under the sky!
“And the meteorite’s just what causes the light
And the meteor’s how it’s perceived
And the meteoroid’s a bone thrown
from the void that lies quiet in offering to thee”
-Emily, Joanna Newsom
I have a new winter hat.
It is very, very old- and
was once a raccoon.
Vintage raccoon hat – ebay
Black + copper scarf from street vendor
Hand of Fatima from my gramma
Fur lined vest (handmade by some hippie
out of an old mink coat with moroccan textile) – Uncommon Objects
AA black tunic
Red cotton leggings – I don’t remember- free box, maybe?
Black vintage Olathe boots – Uncommon Objects
I am super excited about these boots-
it’s so hard to find vintage boots that fit me
(I wear an 8.5) and these are nice and tall!
I’ve been wearing the silver and chrysocolla
bracelets my mama made. For almost 3 years
after the hurricane, I couldn’t find them anywhere-
I was terrified that I might have lost them in the rubble!
I was so relieved and happy when I found them
in a box full of treasure, still caked in plaster sludge.
Chrysocolla is associated with tranquility and peace,
intuition, patience, and unconditional love.
You are still wrecked among heathen dreams.
We danced to where in the winding thicket
The damask roses, bloom on bloom,
Like crimson meteors hang in the gloom.
–William Butler Yeats,
The Wanderings of Oisin: Book I
p.s. The ends of braids make excellent moustaches.
Snow Maidens
by angeliska on December 9, 2008
Snow Queen – from a performance I did at the very last
Cabaret Revoltaire in New Orleans.
Today in Texas there was a record high of 80 degrees.
It was too hot for the sweater and scarf I’d worn this morn,
muggy and grey and slightly sticky- and now…
It is snowing! It really and truly is!
This is amazing to me, as I have only seen snow
a few times in my life- and even though it’s not
sticking really, and won’t last long..
It’s fricking snowing in Texas, y’all!
I couldn’t get any decent pictures
of it- so in lieu of photographic evidence,
here are some snow maidens and
one of my favorite stories..
THE SNOW CHILD -by Angela Carter
Midwinter – invincible, immaculate. The Count and his wife go riding,
he on a grey mare and she on a black one, she wrapped
in the glittering pelts of black foxes; and she wore high, black,
shining boots with scarlet heels and spurs. Fresh snow fell on snow already fallen;
when it ceased, the whole world was white. ‘I wish I had a girl as white as snow,’
says the Count. They ride on. They come to a hole in the snow; this hole is filled with blood.
He says: ‘I wish I had a girl as red as blood’ So they ride on again; here is a raven,
perched on a bare bough. ‘I wish I had a girl as black as that bird’s feather.’
As soon as he had completed her description, there she stood, beside the road,
white skin, red mouth, black hair and stark naked; she was the child of his desire
and the Countess hated her. The Count lifted her up and sat her in front of him
on his saddle but the Countess had only one thought: how shall I be rid of her?
The Countess dropped her glove in the snow and told the girl to get down
to look for it; she meant to gallop off and leave her there but the Count said:
‘I’ll buy you new gloves.’
At that, the furs sprang off the Countess’s shoulders and twined round the naked girl.
Then the Countess threw her diamond brooch through the ice of a frozen pond:
‘Dive in and fetch it for me,’ she said; she thought the girl would drown.
But the Count said: ‘Is she a fish to swim in such cold weather?’
Then her boots leapt off the Countess’s feet and on to the girl’s legs.
Now the Countess was bare as a bone and the girl furred and booted;
the Count felt sorry for his wife. They came to a bush of roses, all in flower.
‘Pick me one,’ said the Countess to the girl. ‘I can’t deny you that,’ said the Count.
So the girl picks a rose; pricks her finger on the thorn; bleeds; screams; falls.
Weeping, the Count got off his horse, unfastened his breeches
and thrust his virile member into the dead girl.
The Countess reined in her stamping mare
and watched him narrowly; he was soon finished.
Then the girl began to melt. Soon there was nothing left of her
but a feather a bird night have dropped; a bloodstain,
like the trace of a fox’s kill on the snow;
and the rose she had pulled off the bush.
Now the Countess had all her clothes on again.
With her long hand, she stroked her furs.
The Count picked up the rose,
bowed and handed it to his wife;
when she touched it, she dropped it.
‘It bites!’ she said.
Here also for your entertainment is a gem
of Russian animation from 1952:
The Snow Maiden (Снегурочка)
Gypsy Honeymoon
by angeliska on December 8, 2008
Yes, and so we resume our elaborate account
of San Franciscan adventures! There was just
so much loveliness, it seems a shame not to
share it- and if I don’t hop on it.. Bottomless
oubliettes will be the fate of these wee tales,
so I had better be quick and relate them to you, eh?
If I could have breakfast at Tartine every morning,
I would be the fattest, sassiest, happiest little hedgehog, ever.
The frangipane tart (pictured above) is my favorite.
Just looking at it makes me have longing feelings!
Not pictured were brioche bread pudding with peaches,
quiche and gingerbread- and steaming bowls of café au lait.
We took a lengthy stroll afterwards, up and down the hills-
picking beautiful blossoms, reading secret messages
written on the sidewalk, and drooling at all the
gorgeous victorian houses encrusted in gingerbread.
I think maybe you could never be unhappy if you lived here.
I found the perfect flowers to adorn my shoes- yes, worishofers
I found on ebay. They are so good for walking and dancing!
Eventually we made our way to Gypsy Honeymoon,
a haven for wonderful treasures and yumminess.
Our Lady of the Piano Shawls
Hello, I am a very fancy lady made of cake living in a bell jar.
Oh, handsome mannequin man with your fluffy white chicken-
please let me into your glass case so that I might try on
those sparkly 1920’s flapper dresses and adorn myself
with victorian mourning bracelets made of hair!
Caught in the mirror of passing fancies-
I must say it was difficult to leave!
Do stop by for a visit there,
should you find yourself in the bay.
Be prepared to covet everything
you see, and leave with many parcels!
Gold and Gray
by angeliska on December 5, 2008
A series of lazy days, wherein I attempt
to hack chunks off of a steadily expanding list,
but when I’m chilly I seem to get less done-
I need to crouch near the heater and
contemplate the dust-motes
whispering gold and gray.
All this woolgathering is thankfully intertupted
by a visit from two of my favorite people,
both very talented musicians and sweet-talkers..
This is Jack Martin, (aka Black Jack Shellac, the Devil’s Grimy Brother)
and this is Miss Courtney “Dainty” Lain (aka Pocketmouse Princess)
serenading us with her rendition of Lullaby of the Leaves,
one of my very favorite songs! She’s on her way to the city
by the bay, so look out for Herringbone Orchestra and hear it live!
Cradle me where southern skies
can watch me with a million eyes,
Oh sing me to sleep,
Lullaby of the leaves
Cover me with heavens blue
and let me dream a dream or two,
Oh sing me to sleep,
Lullaby of the leaves.
Im breezing along,
along with the breeze,
Im hearing a song,
a song through the trees,
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh.
That pine melody
caressing the shore
familiar to me,
I’ve heard it before
ooh ooh ooh ooh.
don’t I feel it in my soul,
And don’t I know I’ve reached my goal,
Oh sing me to sleep,
Lullaby of the Leaves.
We saw these rock-doves huddling
in the crape myrtles at Cafe Mundi
(where, incidentally, the chai is the most wonderful in town!)
I love the chubby one sitting on top of his pals!
They were so adorable- I’m glad I was able to
get a halfway decent picture, as it was gloaming..
I love this photograph by Anke Merzbach,
an amazing photographer I discovered through
the illustrious and inimitable COILHOUSE.
I need this hat, badly.
Check out her photostream,
it is enlightening and addicting.
I’ve been reading about
Cepes & Tuberose, a perfume by Aftelier
(by the way- I am obsessed with perfume,
but I read about it way more than I buy it-
or even wear it, for that matter)
The perfume is described as
“wild mushrooms with animal undertones
and one of the world’s most voluptuous florals”
Interesting..
I want to open it and go inside, please.
Who lives there, and can I come to tea?
I’ve begged and begged for some goats,
but we can’t have them because they will
eat up the garden. I must be satisfied with
bees and chickens, at least for the moment.
Goaties!
A Russian hunter traipsing through
Russia’s remote Arctic Yamalo-Nenetsk
region in May noticed what he thought
was a reindeer carcass sticking out of the damp snow.
On closer inspection, the “reindeer”
turned out to be a 40,000-year-old baby mammoth,
perfectly encased in ice.
– from National Geographic
Oh yes, and finally-
I just watched Mike Leigh’s
Secrets and Lies, for the first time..
It is such an incredible film-
if you haven’t seen it yet, you must!
Some interesting things I didn’t realize:
much of the dialogue was improvised
by the stellar cast- and a few days
before their mass suicide,
the Heaven’s Gate religious cult
watched Secrets & Lies at a cinema
(but really, don’t let that dissuade you!)
Russet + Bone
by angeliska on November 28, 2008
Finally it’s beginning to feel like Fall-
though short-lived as it is, the leaves
everywhere are golden, flame-colored,
russet and scarlet. Perhaps not as
dramatically so as in other places,
but I for one am pleased.
I would really rather the leaves stay
just as they are through the winter,
however. I am not prepared for the
starkness of denuded trees with their
shivering bare branches. I must file
an official document or two with the
Internal Seasonal Offices, remind me.
I’ve discovered the wonderful photography of Denise Grünstein
recently, (thank you Mlle. Verhext!)
and must say it cheers me to no end to see
pumpkins and gourds used as haute couture accessories..
(this photo also by Denise Grünstein)
Speaking of cheering…
How wonderful is this?
I am trying to feel at one with autumn,
something that normally comes utterly
naturally- but the air is balmy rather
than crisp, and it still hasn’t rained.
If you haven’t already, go go go see
Let the Right One In–
it is such a fantastic film, absolutely one of
the very best of this year..
“I’d say you were within your rights to bite
the right one and say, ‘What kept you so long?'”
-Let The Right One Slip In -Morrissey
We had a wonderful Thanksgiving (and I hope that you did too),
first with family, and then with my Uncommon Objects family..
All was cozy and convivial- lots of delicious food and conversation!
I am very thankful and lucky to be surrounded by so many lovely people,
family and friends. I feel incredibly blessed with the richness of their companionship.
Steve Wiman is my friend and employer,
and is an incredible artist and collector of the most marvelous treasures..
His string-ball collection is astounding, and very regal!
I took some pictures of the magical vignettes around Steve and Emily’s home,
to give you an idea of the wonderful environment that they have created..
Everywhere you look, there is something that makes your heart twinkle.
The caption written on this found photograph says,
“LET’S EAT, Y’ALL!”
My sentiments exactly!
Sophie Ruth outdid herself- making roasted turkey, peach-glazed ham,
jalapeño cheese grits, sweet and mashed potatoes, macaroni + cheese..
Oh lordy- and the pies! Apple, cherry, mincemeat, pumpkin-
as well as pumpkin cheescake and pumpkin bread pudding..
After the traditional hat-walk (a digestive stroll where everyone
dons a fancy chapeau) we settled down to play games-
namely a marathon round of Trains, my favorite.
Also, here is a sneak peek at our new temporary home!
Yes, we intend to become space-age trailer trash-
though the Royal Spartanette is the classiest of mobile homes!
Here’s some more pictures, from the listing
where we found it- Colin drove all the way up
to Indiana to fetch it! It’s 35 feet long, built in 1951-
everything in it is original, in great condition.
We plan on moving into it very soon,
as we begin the hardcore renovation work
on our house- so more pictures of it to come
as we make it sehr gemütlich!
SCHWARZE KATZE UND INSEKTENFRESSENDE PFLANZEN
by angeliska on November 25, 2008
On our second day in the city by the sea,
we unearthed a curious creature curled up
in a tree-stump. Bright dark eyes and nose
a-twitch, glossy curls and black-orchid scented..
Peekaboo.
We were able to lure her out with
promises of pastry and exotic confections
from Crixa Cakes…
It was a regular smorgasbord of lusciousness! We kind of ordered
everything they had. My favorites were Fatima’s Thighs, Apricot Kifli,
the Russian Honey Cake– and the best pot of spicy chai I’ve ever tasted.
Bellies filled, and sweet-tooths sated- we drove up the coast to Sebastopol
to make a pilgrimage to California Carnivores, a nursery dedicated akmost solely
to carnivorous plants. The owner, Peter D’Amato (author of The Savage Garden)
has been growing carnivorous plants for nearly 40 years:
and has created an amazing jungle of some of the most impressive
specimens I have ever encountered:
Pinguicula laueana – mexican butterwort
These nepenthes were gargantuan,
..and so exquisitely formed:
Doesn’t my grampa look like a salty sea-captain?
After a few hours of gazing in wonderment, we dashed through
some antique hunting (only marginally successful, alas)
and headed to Point Reyes Seashore in search of repast.
The Marshall Store provided the perfect meal
in the perfect setting: raw and barbequed oysters,
fantastic clam chowder, and baked bried + apples
served with fresh-baked bread. Oh, and Guinness!
If you ever find yourself in the area, I can’t recommend
this place enough- the people working there were
so convivial and kind, the food was delicious.
Watching the sun set over Tomales Bay was so picturesque..
On our way back, we stopped in Inverness
for a visit with our friends Giovanni and June
of El Radio Fantastique– and met their daughter
Clementine! What a sweet, happy family they are!
They live in the dreamiest, coziest
little cabin near the sea and the forest.
When we walked up the little stone path at twilight,
through a garden teeming with roses, lavender
and blue hydrangeas- the windows were all
glowing warmly golden, beckoning cheerfully.
Inside, all was cedary shingle with a fire in the hearth-
the essence of gemütlichkeit!
(photo by verhext)
That evening we had dinner at Flora,
in the old Floral Depot, a gorgeous
art deco building in downtown Oakland.
We dined on scallops and grilled persimmons
and elderflower and absinthe cocktails..
For dessert there was sea salted caramel pudding!
At the end of the night, I do believe I felt as
content as Huey, Tam’s black tomcat-
who is lucky indeed- for he gets to lounge
nightly upon the best chair ever.
Who said black cats were unlucky?
Chinatown + Forest-Spirits
by angeliska on November 21, 2008
Returning home as always is bittersweet,
and voyages are rarely long enough.
Oh we tried, valiantly, to cram as much
into every day (and night) as we possibly
could- but still, the list was far too long!
It was a fantastic trip, perfect in nearly
every way- and yet, when I saw our sleepy
house, and rambunctious be-furred companions
prancing, bedecked in yellow leaves-
oh! I was happy to be home again,
home again- jiggity-jig!
Even listening to my neighbor’s melodramatic
tejano music blaring from his truck across the
street sounded sweet. Some of it, from far away,
starts to sound like a mournful, mexican Nick Cave.
I write, and look out the window and it’s
Fall and it smells like woodsmoke and barbeque.
Wednesday was our first day in San Francisco..
We woke up late and ventured out to Chinatown
for Dim Sum at Gold Mountain, where we stuffed
ourselves silly on dumplings and congee
and tea lotus lychee pudding soup.
Century egg and Lean Pork congee
(皮蛋瘦肉粥 – pídàn shòuròu zhōu)
is one of my favorite things to eat-
the ultimate chinese comfort food.
Hooray for porridges!
Afterwards, we toddled over to City Lights
to make a pilgrimage to the book-temple,
to peruse and digest. I limited myself
(so difficult!) to three books only:
2666 – by Roberto Bolaño
I was lured in by the hubbub,
and by the following description:
“It promises all the Bolaño signatures:
sex, violence, nightmares, stories within stories,
obsessed obsessives, an intercontinental hunt
for a literary recluse, radical art
(one painter finishes a self-portrait by affixing
his mummified severed hand to the canvas),
and the occasional five-page-long sentence.”
Here is an excerpt,
from The Part About the Critics..
Russian Criminal Tattoo Encyclopaedia Volume III
by Danzig Baldaev
I have the first two, so naturally I had to
snap this one up as well..
What It Is
by Lynda Barry
This book is blowing my mind,
in so many ways. I love everything
Lynda Barry has done- but this is
really something else. I cannot
recommend it enough! Go get it!
I also just found out that she does
a class based on the book,
called Writing the Unthinkable–
I want to go so badly!
Of course there were so many books
that I wanted and didn’t get:
The Sacred Book of the Werewolf
-by Victor Pelevin
The Monsters of Templeton
-by Lauren Groff
The Widows of Eastwick
-by John Updike
Moscow & St. Petersburg 1900-1920: Art, Life, & Culture of the Russian Silver Age
-by John E. Bowlt
A short stop at the Cartoon Art Museum
revealed the Totoro Forest Project,
a collection of artworks donated for auction
to raise money to save Sayama Forest,
an urban forest located just outside of Tokyo,
and said to be the inspiration for the wondeful
animated film My Neighbor Totoro.
This was my favorite piece,
Well Child -by Sam Weber
This is Holly Bobisuthi.
I love her a lot. She makes pretty things,
and feeds me candy. She wears sparkling diamante
and teeth and flowers in her long, long hair..
We went out late and met her at Amnesia
for Gaucho gypsy jazz night,
good conversation and amazing home-brewed beer
called “Death and Taxes” that tasted
like chocolate and raspberries.
Also!
This weekend is the East Austin Studio Tour!
I will be helping Colin at his studio
with the hordes of curious art-lovers-
come and see us!
More info here…
He is amazing.
As is his art:
Egg
Cephalopod
The Barbary Coast
by angeliska on November 9, 2008
On Tuesday, my sweetheart and my grandfather and I
are going to San Francisco for a week!
It’s strange to think that it has been nearly a year
since I visited San Francisco!
So much has happened in that time, and I’ve been
so busy that I never even got around to writing more
about the people, places and things that I encountered
on that wondrous voyage!
I had never seen the redwoods before,
so sweet Melissa took us on an adventure to Muir Woods..
My fierce and distinguished Grampa loved it there-
he looks like a mighty gnome-king! Sovereign of the forest!
I finally got to make a pilgrimage to Dark Garden
to drool over their delicious corsets- I loved going behind the scenes
to their workshop to see the construction of all sorts of cinchers and such.
I also got to visit with beauteous Lara Eventide
and her sweetheart, Chad. They are such an incredibly sweet and lovely pair.
I’m looking forward to visiting with them again this time!
The Princess Plants (Tibouchina urvilleana) were in bloom!
this picture doesn’t do it justice, really- the purple was so vivid
it almost made your eyes water.. Also, they are huge!
I could have stared at this fabric forever.
Nebula, The Powdered Sugar Princess (Tamara Toumanova) – Joseph Cornell
The Joseph Cornell exhibit at The Museum of Modern Art
was the pinnacle of joy for me- he is my favorite artist,
and someone I feel a deep resonance with.
I spent over 4 hours wandering through the exhibit,
swooning and taking copious notes.
I got prints of Nebula and one of her counter-parts,
two pieces I had never seen before
and fell instantly in love with..
Tail of the Yak is my favorite shop, ever
(besides Uncommon Objects, bien sûr!)
It is such an incredibly magical environment,
filled with santos, olive leaf garlands, french silk ribbon..
Beetle wings, mourning jewelry, ebon fetiches..
All sorts of writing paraphernalia, scented inks and fine papers..
Perfume, taxidermy, treasure galore!
In short, everything I adore!
Another favorite place was Lacis Museum of Lace & Textiles, also in Berkeley..
This lace demon made me so happy..
Fancy faceless lace people!
I returned home bursting with inspiration,
and reading material.. Stack of books from City Lights Bookstore,
and gifts from sweet friends and family..
♥ Edward Gorey’s Fantod Pack
♥ The Maid of Orleans Deck
♥ St. Lucy’s Home for Girls Raised by Wolves
♥ The Tenant
♥ Joseph Cornell’s Dreams
♥ The Golden Apples
♥ Pilgrim at Tinker Creek
♥ Joseph Cornell’s Vision of Spiritual Order
♥ Tin House – Fantastic Women
These are places I didn’t get to see last time:
(Thank you, Tamera!)
✸ Wave Organ
✸ Sutro Baths
✸ Botanical Gardens
✸ Rowboats in Stow Lake
✸ Conservatory of Flowers
✸ Bell’occhio
✸ Gypsy Honeymoon
✸ Aria Antiques
✸ Stairways
✸ Martuni’s
✸ Clarion Music
✸ Japantown
✸ Lovejoy’s
✸ Toy Boat Dessert Cafe
✸ Kan Zaman
✸ Asian Art Museum
✸ Cartoon Art Museum
✸ Italian Cemetery
✸ Waziema
✸ Muir Beach
✸ Pelican Inn
✸ Adobe Books
✸ Love at First Bite
✸ Tilden Park
What else? Do tell.