Sunday, July 27, 2008
But I am happy to read that the Italian Vogue issue that features all black models is a sell-out at the newsstand. Hats off to photographer Steven Meisel for instigating this project which was produced to counteract the scarcity of black models used in fashion shows, advertising, and editorial. Get a copy if you can. I haven't seen it but it looks crazy beautiful: http://jezebel.com/5024967/italian-vogues-all-black-issue-a-guided-tour
Saturday, July 26, 2008
I got this little Belleek vase today on the left at an antique store that I haunt and placed it in front of a mirror in the living room. I love Belleek, the Irish porcelain decorated with shamrocks. What can I say, I'm Irish (mostly). My great-grandfather Dan O'Donnell came from County Sligo and arrived in New York on Sept 6, 1881. He became a railroad engineer in Herkimer, New York, and had eleven children, but that's another LONG story. When my cousin Mary Border and I went to Ireland in 1980, I brought my grandmother back some Belleek; I wonder what happened to that piece. On this little vase I love how the handpainted shamrocks climb up the side in one chain. If you click on the image to make it bigger you can see the shamrocks better.
Thursday, July 24, 2008
Mad Men inspired Michael Kors' Fall 2008 women's collection:
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
I've had increasingly grey hair for a long time (see above, in a picture that Ted took of me on South Beach). I've never thought once of dying it. My grandfather had snow white hair most of his adult life and my uncle Brian has thick beautiful white hair. It's an Irish thing. I truthfully love the color of my hair -- it goes from silver on the top to white on the sides. My haircutter actually asked me if I was coloring it that way. Would I look younger if it was brown? Maybe. It just wouldn't be me.
Hair that is dyed dark on guys looks strange to me. It's usually one solid color, and it looks fake. In general I'm not a big fan of a lot of artificial maintenance. I see guys at the gym with dark dyed hair, and something is going on with the face -- plastic surgery, Botox, acid peels -- you can't tell what exactly what, it just looks strange. To me that much maintenance just draws attention, and not in a good way. It doesn't look younger, it just looks odd.
Better to be comfortable with your hair and your face. I'm stunned by actresses (no names!) who have so much surgery on their faces that they can't emote -- they ruin the very instrument of their art. I say, exercise regularly, get plenty of sleep and drink plenty of water, eat healthily with a lot of vegetables and fruit, drink moderately and don't smoke, maybe get a little sun, and like my grandmother used to say, "Smile a lot!" When a person cracks a smile, they look ten times more attractive.
As Joni Mitchell sang, "A smile is the best face lift."
Silver hair update: My friend Philip Monaghan who also has white hair advises me to "use a blue shampoo once a week to avoid mousy low lights." Who knew!
Monday, July 21, 2008
We recently went to an art opening Adam had in his apartment in Fort Greene, Brooklyn, where he had lined the walls with his paper collage portraits of famous people -- it was a dazzling display. He's a talented guy.
BIG story about Si Newhouse
Piece about how fat September fashion issues are put together over the summer months
Sunday, July 20, 2008
Saturday, July 19, 2008
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
I love these men's shoes. They're kind of turn-of-the-century Edwardian and modern at the same time. He combines different color leathers, and adds a monk strap to a tie-up shoe. I think you could wear these with everything from grey flannel trousers to khakis to jeans. Just add a white shirt, and you've got style; these shoes do all the talking for you.
My niece Jane, age ten, came to New York for a visit recently. Jane loves art and fashion so we have a lot of fun together. Years ago when Ted and I were in Guilford, Ct, visiting my parents with the rest of the family, we went into the living room and said to the group gathered there, "Who wants to go to the British Art Museum in New Haven?" "I do!" said one person. It was Jane. She was about four. And we have been going to museums together ever since.
On this visit we went to the Museum of Modern Art (top photo). On Fifth Avenue we ran into our friend April (bottom photo) who is a model and used to live below Ted and I before she and her husband Matt moved to Dumbo. April had befriended Jane so it was great fun to run into her coincidentally on the street. Jane said to April, "I like your sunglasses." (Dior.)
Jane and I usually go to the Metropolitan Museum of Art but on our last trip there I discovered Jane likes modern art accidentally when we drifted out of the New Galleries for Nineteenth Century European Art, which I totally love, into the modern art gallery across the hall. Jane was circling Damien Hirst's gigantic shark floating in formaldehyde which scares me to look at.
So off we went to the Modern. At 11 am on a weekday it was positively packed with people. I have to say that for a ten year old, Jane really looks at everything carefully. She's not daunted by anything; she's completely open to it, whether it's chairs stuck to the wall or a giant pendulum swinging back and forth or a room that changes colors. One small room was completely black except for strobe lights that glittered on dripping water. Jane started dancing like Michael Jackson with his hat on, and watched her shadow on the floor. Jane gets it; I think she gets it better than I get it.
My brother Eric told me that when Jane got home she explained to her brother, Ben, age eight and very talented athletically, that art isn't just painting or sculpture; art can be anything.
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
Read my story here (about half down the page):
Monday, July 14, 2008
Sunday, July 13, 2008
Dear reader, do you know about the Invasion of the Pines? Legendary lore has it that many moons ago the natives of Cherry Grove on Fire Island were tired of the attitude in the swanky Pines and so the drag queens in the Grove loaded on to a boat and invaded their neighbor to the east on the Fourth of July. Now, the Invasion of the Pines is a huge production, as hundreds of spectacular (and not so spectacular...) men dressed as women disembark from the ferry boat into the Pines for a hysterical show. Ted and I were there this year, at harbor side, for the arrival. See my slide show here:
Friday, July 11, 2008
Thursday, July 10, 2008
This was a smaller production but just as moving. It came from London so the actors had English accents which struck me at first as funny for French characters. But as actors they enunciated everything very carefully and I could really understand the script and lyrics better. The smaller theater made it more intimate.
The play is about George Seurat’s struggle to be an artist in the first act, and his great grandson’s struggle to be an artist in the second act. But it’s really about all artists and their quest to make art, and surely about Stephen Sondheim’s experience as an artist.
Ted said “I miss the big orchestra,” but I wasn’t really knowledgeable enough to notice it. When at the end I saw four musicians stand up to take a bow, I couldn’t believe that they had created all that gorgeous music. The music and the songs are beautiful, and I said to Ted, “I think it is Stephen Sondheim’s masterpiece.” It is a work of art about art.
Any creative person who toils at bringing forth something from themselves can relate to the themes of the show. “Anything you do let it come from you then it will be true,” sings Dot, the artist’s girlfriend. “Give us more to see.”
The front hall in our apartment at night -- painting by the friend of a friend, flowers from the farmer's market, crazy painted table from I can't remember where. I love candlelight -- I am a candles guy, the more the better. Candles cast a romantic nineteenth century glow and make everything look better. I would live by candlelight, except you can't read...
We'll start this blog with TD, Ted Dawson, my partner in life and crime since the summer of 1985 when we met, twice, but that's another story. Ted is a graphic designer and artist, and has his own art studio on 14th Street. He's smart, funny, kind, patient, generous, wise, extremely talented, compassionate, and easy on the eyes. We have a good time together. We enjoy life together. I'm lucky I get to spend all my days with him -- I wake up in the morning and there he is; the life goes on and on.