Thursday, September 30, 2010

iPads in Pompeii

A recent story on Apple Computer’s website reports on the use of iPads and related software in the University of Cincinnati's excavations of Pompeii. Not only do the hand-held devices help with recording data and artifacts into a master database, but also help with GPS/GIS locations, drawings, photographs and other aspects of recording an active excavation. The researchers cite the iPad's ease of use and ability to take the harsh conditions of the field.

iPads and other handheld devices have also found their way into excavations and analytical studies. Most excavations now use GPS devices regularly. Many types of portable instrumentation also now use PDAs as an integrated part of the hand held device, such as in the Bruker Tracer III-V PXRF. What other changes to archaeological science come from hand-held technologies? Would 4 iPads in Pompeii be ivPads?

Thanks to the OzArch listserv for this recent news story and lots of comments on the merits and downsides of technology in archaeological excavations.

Life Just Got Funner

"The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind. The kind that blindside you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday." - Baz Luhrmann

I knew the situation had the potential of turning very serious, very fast. And even though it was a short 2 hour flight, it seemed excruciatingly long! Unable to comfort myself, I fidgeted restlessly in my seat. My baby blue dress shirt made an effort to sooth me with a hug, but it squeezed too tightly, causing beads of perspiration to emerge on my forehead. Gasping for air, I popped open the top three buttons, realizing I misread the strangulation attempt as a loving embrace. With each passing minute, my anxiety and frustration only continued to intensify. The knots in my neck spread across my shoulders and rippled down my back like contagious stress cancer plaguing the body of a grief sickened widow. During one particularly fidgety fit, my knees pierced into the soft spine of passenger 22B. That’s when it became clear, I was infecting everyone around me. I was diseased. And my mind was the vessel responsible for pumping out the rotten poison.

My mind began running away from me, as if often does. Picking up momentum with each depressing thought that cascaded into the next. I lassoed it just before it wondered too far off. Into those dark isolated valleys where grim "what if" questions are whispered in the gulps of icy cold babbling brooks and echoed behind shadowy damp willow trees. I refused to chase it into those menacing woods again. So I began pounding good thoughts into my head and carefully guarded grave scenarios from entering my overactive brain that was already saturated with sadness. But there is no way I would allow this story to play out like a bad, overly dramatic Lifetime movie premier. Well, with one exception. It had to have a happy ending. It just had to.

The call actually did come on an idle Tuesday, but it was a little past 4pm. It’s the kind of call you never expect and the kind of call you never wish to receive. The kind of call that had me leaving a business trip in DC to catch the first flight back home. My sister had been admitted to the emergency room for a ruptured appendix. Having your appendix rupture is not uncommon...and neither is dying from it. I had my own scare with it back in June. But nothing scared me more then when my 4-year-old nephew asked me point blank, "If Mommy has surgery, is she going to die?"

I was in the midst of trying to answer that frightening question and tripping over my tongue when my 6-year-old niece came running towards me when I entered the waiting room. "Uncle D!," she always screams it like I’m an A-list celebrity walking the red carpet for the very first time. Then she hugs my knees. And with a big smile on both of our faces, I scoop her up.

Me: "Hey Peanut! You look pretty in your pink butterfly tee. How are you doing?"
Her: "I’m good. Mamma’s sick."

She wastes no time in informing me of the obvious. And I waste no time in telling her I heard and that’s why I flew home. We pass the time by turning the backs of my business cards into miniature "Get Well Soon" cards. We pass more time drawing mustaches on supermodels in last year’s copy of Vogue magazine and doodling flowery skirts on pro athletes in this month’s copy of Sports Illustrated. We play Eye-Spy in the hospital halls, tease her about what doctor she is one day going to marry and practice our super secret hand shake. None of these activities would normally rank very high on a kid’s fun factor scale. But despite the limited resources and the gray situation at hand, my parents point out that somehow I always manage to make her face light up. My niece confirms this observation when she turns to me and says...

"I’m happy you’re here. You make everything funner."

And sometimes that’s all we need. A little giggle and an entertaining distraction to help us temporarily forget the real troubles of life, the kind that blindside you on some idle Tuesday.

Who makes your life funner?



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Related post of interest by Nicole Antoinette from More Is Better
5 days in denver, 5 days in a hospital, and the things that actually matter

Sunday, September 26, 2010

Role Model: Iris Apfel

Valerie says: Several months ago, Jessie Askenazi, a fashion blogger (check out Morning Passages) with an edgy eye who's young enough to be our daughter, asked us “Why do you think we hold back on celebrating our style as we age?" One of the answers I gave was that we have very few role models, given the fact that social independence, old age and widespread media coverage are all relatively new phenomena. If you think back historically on women trendsetters, most of them were young, wealthy and politically connected.

Queen Elizabeth the First (1533 – 1603) is one of the few women I can name who continued to lead fashion into old age, but then, who would have dared start a competing trend – and who would have paid more than a minute’s attention if anyone had?




Even now, although the editors of both Harper’s Bazaar and Vogue (left and right, respectively) are over fifty, they focus on fashion for the young, and are not arbiters of style for their own age group.


Recently, Iris Afpel was the featured speaker at the Textile Study Group of New York, and we had the good fortune to hear her talk at length about her style, her work, her collections and her views on fashion, all while slides of a fabulous array of her many looks flashed by on a large screen. At 89, she's a wonderful role model for women of a certain age.

If we repeated all the interesting things she said, it would take 30 minutes for you to read the blog. Since we know you’re busy people (plus, imagine how long it would take for us to write a 30 minute blog – we’re busy people too!), we’re just going to share our favorite nuggets with you, while studding the blog with fabulous photographs of her and her clothing.

First, in case you didn’t already know, Iris Apfel’s wardrobe has just finished traveling the museum circuit (under several names, including, among others, Rara Avis and Rare Bird of Fashion), starting in 2005 with the Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York City, and ending recently with the Peabody Essex Museum. The exhibition curator, Stephane Houy-Towner, acted as her interviewer at the Textile Study Group in a lively exchange that lasted more than an hour. (Jean says: Although it was the first time I had ever attended one of the group's presentations, I was pleasantly surprised to know about a half dozen of the members.)

The idea for the exhibition began, Iris said, when Harold Koda asked to borrow some of her jewelry for a planned accessory show. But after the museum staff visited Iris’s home, Koda “rethought the concept”, Iris explained, and instead of showing several of her accessories, they showed eighty-two of her costumes (winnowed down from 300). (Jean says: Two summers ago, I organized a road trip to the Nassau County Museum to see the exhibition. I kept my eyes on the road but my ears on the conversation as I drove the Long Island Expressway to Roslyn Harbor and Valerie, Tziporah Salamon and our friend Bianca chatted up a storm. Although the clothes were in similar groupings to the show at the Metropolitan Museum, they looked very different in the more intimate Long Island mansion setting. I loved the fact that the show included not just the clothes themselves but also Iris' shoes, boots, handbags, gloves, luggage, hats, jewelry and eyewear. After the show, we went outside to a section of the formal gardens at the museum and had a champagne brunch (all the ingredients of which we brought ourselves) before heading home. Relax, dear readers -- as the designated driver, I was on my best behavior!)

Iris still has the first piece of junk jewelry she bought. It cost sixty-five cents – quite a bit of money at the time - and she was 11 years old. (Jean says: I love Iris' down to earth attitude. What she calls "junk" jewelry was what was referred to in D.C. as "costume" jewelry. Iris acknowledged that what used to be reasonably priced at flea markets and tag sales is now ridiculously expensive. Proudly announcing that she is 89 years old and has been making her own wardrobe decisions since childhood, she said she'd never be able to afford to assemble her collection if she started today.)

Iris has no interest in what she calls “real jewelry”, citing Harry Winston as an example. “I love ethnic jewelry”, she said. “It knocks me out.” One of the photos in her slide show consisted of several silver Tibetan prayer wheels studded with stones, which she wore as bracelets. Two other photos showed jewelry worn by cows and horses in India, both of which Iris has worn herself. (Jean says: She does have the tiniest wrists. The inner circumference of those prayer wheels couldn't have been more than 6" -- compared to about 8" for the average bakelite bracelet. They were also wide and thick -- much wider around than bagels, so they must have been quite a wristful for the diminutive Ms. Apfel!)

From the 1950s to the 1990s, Iris and her husband Carl owned and ran a textile business, Old World Weavers, which bought and commissioned textiles from mills worldwide using ages-old techniques. Business often took them to London and Paris. At the time, she explained, Christian missionaries who had lived in China and left after the 1913 revolution were selling the curiosities acquired during their service, and that was how they came onto the European market.

Iris told any number of wonderful anecdotes. Old World Weavers, she said, has “worked in the White House for at least nine presidents.” Contrary to popular belief, Jackie Kennedy “did not do the White House. She signed all the papers, but everything had to be historically correct.” As Iris pointed out, that power in the hands of whoever was in the White House at the time would have been a dangerous thing. “Can you imagine if Mamie Eisenhower…?” she trailed off. (Jean says: Iris was right that the Fine Arts Commission actually oversees White House furnishings, and made a point of the fact that Jackie's style was more French Imperial than American Colonial. In Mamie Eisenhower's defense, I would just like to point out that Mamie was a product of her times and was The Fifties personified. Since Elizabeth Arden was her good friend and provided her with wardrobe advice and hair cuts at her Red Door Salon, Ms. Arden should bear some of the blame for perpetuating Mamie's short-bangs hairdo and Harriet Nelson shirtwaist dresses.)

Of the old textile techniques, disappearing at an alarming rate in modern times, Iris said “We squandered a fortune because we didn’t want the old ways to go.” She mentioned paying for mills to take on apprentices so old techniques could be passed down. But most people would leave after a few months, she said. One left for a job with better hours. One mill owner, she said “...in a fit of pique ... burned his own mill down.”

Iris is so immediately identified with her large round glasses that at Notorious and Notable exhibit currently on view at the Museum of the City of New York and in the Rara Avis show, the mannequins wearing her dresses are also wearing pairs of her own eyeglasses or replicas.

“I used to wear enormous hats”, she said. “It always cost me more to have the box made than the hat.” She explained that she doesn’t wear hats anymore because her glasses get in the way.

One imagines Iris has met everybody, and has all sorts of stories that it would be indiscreet to tell, but she did mention that one of her clients was Mrs. Marjorie Merriwether Post. Mrs. Post “had bad feet” because when she was a child she went around in all kinds of weather selling what would soon become Post cereal with her father, and had suffered frostbite. As an adult, Mrs. Post was married to the Ambassador to Russia, and she and her husband “went through Russia with a vacuum cleaner.” (Jean says: Now we know how Mrs. Post furnished Mar-a-Lago and Hillwood! Iris told a funny anecdote about the time that her husband had provided floor-to-ceiling draperies for one of Mrs. Post's ballrooms. Although she had numerous mansions, Mrs. Post never forgot her humble roots and selling Postum door-to-door. She called Mr. Apfel to say how beautiful the drapes were but, as she had actually climbed a tall ladder to count the tassels on each of the drapes, she wanted to know how many tassels there should be on each. Mr. Apfel's response was priceless: "Mrs. Post, I had a bowl of your company's cereal this morning. Can you tell me how many raisins were in the bowl?" )

Another client was Roberta di Camerino. Old World Weavers supplied material for an iconic di Camerino handbag. On one of her trips to Venice, Iris arrived at her hotel room only to find it “filled with flowers – it looked like they’d laid out some Mafioso”. It turned out the flowers were from Ms. di Camerino, in thanks for Old World Weavers’ role in the success of the bag.




At some of the Rara Avis venues, Iris put out pieces from her own jewelry collection for sale. So far she’s “sold well over a thousand pieces ... all things I bought to wear.” (Jean says: The Nassau County Museum's gift shop did have a selection of iris' bracelets, pendants and necklaces for sale, with the proceeds to benefit the museum. Bravo! Valerie adds: Wish we'd gotten there WEEKS earlier!)

When asked during the Q&A period whether she had ever made a system for finding her clothes, or whether one had arisen as a byproduct of the exhibition, she said no. Lacking a system, she said, things disappeared, only to turn up unexpectedly at some later time. Not being able to find what she wants doesn’t bother her, though, because finding something else inspires her to make different choices. Now, however, Pratt interns are in the process of archiving her collection. (Jean says: I'm going to use the fact that I don't have archivists as my excuse the next time I can't locate something I'd like to wear.)

On collecting, Iris says: “You can’t stop. It’s a terrible disease.” (Jean says: It was interesting that Mr. Houy-Towner corrected Iris and said she wan't a collector but rather was a consumer, since everything she bought, she wore. Iris agreed and shared the story of visiting an acquaintance who collected designer clothes but never wore them because it would diminish their value.)

On her own personal style: “I like architectural clothes that I can embellish.” (Jean says: Iris' motto ought to be "More is more." In response to a question from the audience about what she was wearing, Iris pulled up the sleeve of her grey striped jacket to reveal stacks of large resin bangle bracelets. She wore a necklace with a silver round Chinese Minority bauble and carried a walking stick that she hooked over the arm of her arm chair during her talk. Iris tends to favor large pieces of jewelry and wears her necklaces and chains in layers. She did mention that she has one necklace that is so heavy, she wears it while standing for only short periods of time at events before she has to sit down. She called it the "six minute necklace". She freely acknowledges that her jewelry can be noisy when different pieces clang together and told the story of a classmate once remarking that he used to look for her but then just listened for her instead.)

Iris also said she periodically gives away or sells things she knows she will no longer wear. When asked what she got rid of, she mentioned certain staple items that she replaced regularly, and other clothes that she had lost interest in. (Jean says: Iris donates her clothing to charitable thrift shops. I was tempted to raise my hand and ask "Which ones and during what months of the year?" but stifled the impulse.)

Like so many people, Iris has clothes that she doesn’t wear but can't bear to give away either. Of those, she said “They can have them when I’m dead.”







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Want more? Click here if you’d like to read a transcript of a conversation between Iris and Lisa Kosan, Editorial Director of the Peabody Essex Museum.

And click here for a five minute video on Iris, also put together by the Peabody Essex Museum.

Thursday, September 23, 2010

All According To Plan

Life is unscripted. I’m pretty sure that’s the way nature intended it to be. And I’m pretty sure it’s the way love is supposed to be. From the minute we are born, we are handed a blank manuscript. A stark, white sheet of paper with an unwritten story where the only thing you know for certain is that you’ve been given the lead role. Then within seconds and without auditioning, the first two characters have been cast to play a role in your life. Two unknowns who you know today as Mom and Dad. You are introduced to them in Act I - The Delivery Room. No lines are written. Just a small footnote stating "let them love you." And so you do.

Over time we will be introduced to a whole slew of other characters - siblings, teachers, coaches, mentors, employers, co-workers, friends and even romantic interests. All will play a role in our lives, some a more significant role than others and some relationships lasting longer than others. We don’t know ahead of time who these people will be. We just know they are meant to exist in our life script. It’s impossible to predict when they will walk into our lives or when they will walk out. How we will meet them, what they will teach us, and how they will forever change our world are mysterious as well.

I can honestly say I’ve never actively pursued love. Sure I’ve pursued girls and asked them out, but I’ve never "looked" for love. Ever. And I’ve never felt the need or desire to. Ever. I suppose this is why I never understood people who go on dating sites or ask a friend of a friend to fix them up. I don’t understand that urgency, that endless search to obtain love. I don’t understand why they don’t just let nature take it's course. Love is quite capable of walking into your life without casting it or asking it to audition for the role.

Singles hate hearing the phrase "you’ll find someone when you least expect it, when you’re not even looking." It’s the same cliché advice my Mom shelled out to my sister for years, until one day my sister stopped rolling her eyes and finally nodded her head in agreement. And it happened to me as well.

I fell in love in the very best way - unexpectedly.

It couldn’t have been a more random and unconventional way of crossing paths with someone. And it couldn’t have happened at a more emotionally unavailable time in my life, just a week into my Manwhore Relapse phase. But this post isn’t about how she unknowingly and single handedly tamed my unscrupulous sexual behavior by bringing out the caring, cuddly creature inside of me to the point where even my thick-headed friend "Scum" could clearly see I was falling in love. This post isn’t about that and isn’t about her either. In fact, I promised myself I would no longer write on either subject (read You’re a Grown Ass Man). No, this post is about taking back some degree of control in an unscripted life. While we may not always be able to control who walks into our life or who walks out of it, we can control how we react to it. And while we may not always be able to control who our heart loves, we can control how we heal from it. Basically, if you can’t control a situation, at the very least you can control how you react to it. Which leads me to the BIG announcement...

I’m detoxing from manwhoring.

I realize this comes as a shock to those that know me because in the past I’ve followed the theory that the best way to get over one girl is to get under another one. Of course that only works if you were just heavily in-like. But if you were in love, well that’s a whole other entity in itself! That's something a night of unbridled sex with a mere acquaintance cannot cure, which is why I kindly declined all her advances and offers. I’m not even going to entertain the thought. Because I know me. I know how I feel. And I know I’ll be tempted again like I was last week, but I also know I deserve something more.

I think I deserve something beautiful.

We all deserve something beautiful.

Sunday, September 19, 2010

Archaeology (and Archaeological Sciences?) and the Global Economic Crisis

Recently, Nathan Schlanger and Kenneth Atichison edited a report of the effects of the global economic crisis on archaeology, published by ACE Project and Culture Lab Editions. While this report mainly focuses on the US and specific countries in Europe, does it reflect worldwide trends in economics and archaeology? Is the field of archaeology suffering major declines due to the economic climate? If so, are these changes permanent or transitory? How can we quantify anecdotal or media evidence? Are the changes destructive or constructive? As archaeologists, we should be aware of how these events have a way of being cyclical.

The report does not specifically address archaeological sciences or archaeometry, but I imagine funding and personnel changes have also affected many of us regardless of employer or institution.

The editors are collecting information on the effects of the global crisis on archaeology for a future publication, so are interested in hearing from the community.

Notorious and Notable (no, no, not us...)

Jean says: What better way to follow up Fashion's Night Out than with a night uptown at the opening of "Notorious and Notable: 20th Century Women of Style" at the Museum of the City of New York", and what better icon than Iris Apfel to greet us at the door? After a hair-raising, stiflingly hot, jam-packed subway ride to 103rd Street, we emerged at street level into a sudden downpour. Through unbelievable luck, Valerie snagged us a taxi, which - shall we say - tapped a limo in front of us as we arrived at our destination. We paid the fare and dashed through the raindrops, up the steps and into the museum. After chatting with the dashing Edward Faber of the Aaron Faber Gallery (a wonderful venue for contemporary and antique jewelry), we headed into the exhibit.














Valerie says: Photographer Linda Troeller kindly took these photographs of us while we dried off, toasted the show with Perrier Jouet and nibbled on truly delectable bite sized treats. Samurai in New York is another exhibition currently showing at the Museum.

Whom should we meet at the door but the Rara Avis herself, Iris Apfel. In its review of the show the next day, The New York Times dubbed her a "geriatric glamazon". She couldn't have been more charming, and kindly allowed us to photograph her. We told her we loved her photo in the Times' T Magazine with our friend Tziporah in Lynn Yeager's article.

The show focuses on the clothing and jewely of 81 women spanning the breadth of the 20th century. Phyllis Magidson, the Museum's curator of costumes and textiles, grouped the clothing by colors, mixing eras and styles, like some mad tea party. The "Notorious" range from Sunny von Bulow and the Duchess of Windsor to Gypsy Rose Lee and Edith Bouvier Beale (aka "Big Edie" from Grey Gardens). The "Notables" run the gamut from Brooke Astor and Jackie O to Marian Anderson and Lena Horne, Barbara Walters to Diana Vreeland, Isadora Duncan to Bella Abzug. What this disparate group of women has in common is the fact that all were at some point in time residents of New York City. The provenance of this particular outfit comes as no surprise, given the instantly recognizable large, round signature glasses on the mannequin: It is Iris Apfel's bright red Galanos gown encircled with a huge feather and fringe shawl.

As we were making our way through the crowd to try to view the exhibit, we met Judy and Stanley Zabar (yes, THOSE Zabars!). Well known as a philanthropist, Judy is also a great fashion maven. Here, she shows off her own personal tortoise shell version of Iris Apfel's eyewear.

Here's Valerie, stopping in front of the display of red dresses. (Click to enlarge photos.) The knee-length 3/4 sleeve jeweled gown on the mannequin to the left of the mannequin wearing Iris' gown belonged to fashion writer Eugenia Shepherd. Like the diminutive Ms. Shepherd, the mannequin is shorter in stature than most of the others.

Among the jewels on display, courtesy of the National Jewelry Institute, is Diana Vreeland's yellow gold, sapphire and ruby fish-shaped cigarette lighter designed by Jean Schlumberger for Tiffany's. Also in the show is her Trophee de Vaillance jeweled brooch by Schlumberger.

This is my absolute favorite outfit in the show. This demure, high-collared 1940s mitred black and white striped ensemble with peplum jacket and long skirt belonged to none other than Gypsy Rose Lee. The outfit was actually a costume with tiny snaps all the way down the back so that it could be quickly removed when on stage. As the exhibit noted, Ms. Lee "put the 'tease' in 'Striptease'!"

This "tissue of diamonds" dress was a gift of Lauren Bacall. With black silk net studded with crystal briliants over peach charmeuse, the gown was made for her in 1963. (Image courtesy of the Museum of New York.)






This black 1970s Halston gown with a plunging V neckline was owned by model Betsy Pickering. Most New Yorkers of a certain age remember all of those images in the 1970s of Halston with Bianca Jagger and Andy Warhol at Studio 54 and at parties at his East Side townhouse. This dress recaptures some of the elegance of the era, when cleavage was something a person was born with, rather than purchased and implanted.

Speaking of Studio 54, Valerie and I were both interested in seeing what piece of Tina Chow's they would select for the show. Hers is the long, slim Yves Saint laurent gown with trompe l'oeil jewel, pearl and gold necklaces, bracelets and belt embroidered onto the black velvet. On the far left of the photograph is the early twentieth century beige and black gown of Jane, Mrs. J.P. Morgan, Jr. (Photo by Karen Rosenberg of The New York Times.) Valerie says: I was hoping to see one of Tina's many Fortuny gowns. There WAS a Fortuny there, but it was someone else's prize.

This delicate platinum, diamond and pearl pendant belonged to Edith Bouvier Beale, one of Jackie O's more controversial relatives. It is displayed in front of a wedding photograph of Edith from the 1920s in which she looks absolutely beautiful. (Image courtesy of the Museum of New York.)



One of the most striking pieces is this gorgeously theatrical dress designed by dancer/choreographer Geoffrey Holder for his dancer/choreographer wife, Carmen de Lavallade. He is from Trinidad and she was born to Creole parents in New Orleans but lived with her aunt in San Francisco. They were the most regal couple in American dance. Both appeared at the Metropolitan Opera, and she toured with the Alvin Ailey Dance Company. In later years, she taught at the Yale Repertory Theater. They have been married for more than 50 years. Valerie says: this was my favorite.

The long pink dress on the left with the deep V-neckline was designed in 1985 by Yves Saint Laurent for Annette Reed, Mrs. Oscar de la Renta, close friend of the late Brooke Astor, who is also featured in the show.





Toward closing time, we ran into Suzi Winson, and HAD to engage her in conversation because it sure looked to us like she was wearing a Philip Treacy hat. (She was. The photo doesn't do her or her hat justice until you click to enlarge.) Does anyone remember the TV show "What's My Line"? I doubt that anyone would have guessed that Suzi is an aerialist! She flies through the air with the greatest of ease, that daring young lass on the flying trapeze. Her business is called Circus Warehouse, and she invited us out to try one of their many classes. Now, Valerie keeps threatening to try it. We'll see ... Valerie says: I love gymnastics. When others watch the Olympic skaters, I watch the gymnasts. Their precision bodies fascinate me, and no one ever makes them wear silly costumes. I definitely want to take a class. I like thinking of the sense of accomplishment I'd have if I could do even one thing a Cirque du Soleil performer can do.

Valerie says: I'm wearing an unlabeled vintage gray velour hat, Danielle Gori Montanelli brooch (unseen), metal and rubber (?) earrings, James Minson glass necklace, Issey Miyake jacket, sleevless Blayde wool knit dress, red plastic ring from El Museo del Barrio, Mexican silver bracelet, silver ring from Pastec, vintage Bottega Veneta bag (with not much more than credit cards, some cash, lipstick and business cards in it - evening bags demand sacrifice!), and Nicole sandals. (You can't tell, but the dress was made for someone taller, so I bundled the excess at my hips, and fixed the bundles with two giant safety pins. This had the unintended but welcome effect of giving the dress great draping at the hips - like little panniers.)


Here I am at the end of another fun evening. In the bag are two wonderful toys that I found at the museum store. I'm wearing a black straw Ignatius hat with denuded peacock feather; Costume Nationale jacket; Brigitte harem pants; black and white 100% cotton scarf by Nuno for MOMA and designed by Sayuri Shimoda (gift from Judy Berek); dice and ice plastic and lucite necklace (gift of designer Kirsten Hawthorne), lucite vintage cuffs, bubble bracelet and rings; and Dansko clogs.

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What's in Jean's bag?
The Museum Store has a great selection of books about and photographs of New York City. It also has some terrific toys, such as the two I found irresistible. The first is this tin Future Car by Schylling. The turquoise color scheme reminded me of Robi Willard's Comet Caliente. I'm a sucker for great tail lights and I love the yellow and black fin detailing. It cost about $13.

The packaging is also wonderfully reminiscent of Flash Gordon and suggests a cartoonish future like Tomorrowland at the World's Fair. Last Monday, there were lots of red cars on display that looked like the illustration. The metallic-looking finish on the cardboard adds to the allure. The box is marked "Made in China Shanghai".












My other purchase was this very deco-looking tin wind-up toy Ocean Liner, complete with wind-up key, also by Schylling and also about $13. Just as the packaging for the car looks very comic book futuristic, the packaging for the Ocean Liner is very retro, very Art Deco. It reminds me of the display of glass panels taken from the S.S. Normandie at the Forbes Galleries. The illustration look like the old 1930s travel posters. Since my apartment is furnished in Art Deco, it'll fit right in.

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We've had new readers just about from the proverbial four corners over the past few weeks: Iran, New Caledonia, Argentina and the Canary Islands. Purists will say the Canaries are part of Spain, so no new ground broken there. OK, technically you're correct, but the Canaries are about 800 miles from the coast of Spain, so we want to give them credit as a whole other place. By that standard, we should also list Tasmania, from which we recently had another first time reader. Welcome, all!

Thursday, September 16, 2010

One way of recycling old books

In a time where more people are turning to eBook. One man found a way to recycle the old regular books most of us great up reading and learning from..

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