Monday, May 31, 2010

From Mystic to Newport

It'll be awhile before we stop day-dreaming of cruising down Ocean Drive, the wind in our hair, our skins delicate from the sun, forgetting that we didn't take our antihistamine that day, giddy from the blood orange margaritas, our bellies full of lobster, chourico and the best damn guacamole for miles...

Sunday, May 16, 2010

Shiny Happy Furniture

Despite the presence of natural materials at this year's ICFF (International Contemporary Furniture Fair), there was an obvious lack of warmth. Maybe that had to do with the overwhelming number of faucets and hardware on the floor. And yet somehow it was all alleviated by the very nature of the villain: the bold unvarying primary pallets of reds and yellows. These mainly came from the forerunners that received the most focus. Those names include British designer Tom Dixon, who launched the introduction of "Industry" at ABC Carpet Home, Richard Schultz, who designed for Knoll in the 50's, and is now introducing his new line of bright outdoor furniture made from powder-coated sheet aluminum called "Fresh Air," and Design Within Reach's launch of their collaboration with Coco-Cola and Emeco to coincide with their 111 Navy Chair Project. If it's not enough to get a curated taste of what's going on in the eyes of ABC Carpet & Home, then head to the westside for the fair's public day on Tuesday, May 18th at the Javits Center.

Wednesday, May 12, 2010

Atelier Carlos Motta

It's so nice discovering things when you least expect it. We'd mentioned earlier that we stopped into the Steven Alan Bazaar in East Hampton over the weekend. However, we failed to wax on that in reality walked out, not with another reverse seam button-down or one of those fringe scarves that continue to haunt our thoughts, but with a very strong desire to own an easychair by Carlos Motta or at least a place with room enough for even one of his cute cuica chairs. You may be tempted to automatically add Motta to the other endless list of designers who have taken on the chivalric task of reclaiming nature's discarded wood parts to transform them into everyday furniture, fixtures and works of arts. But before you jump to such conclusions, we'd like to point out that Motta has been working with recycled wood since the early 70's when he was living off the coast of São Paulo where he spent the other part of his time surfing and studying to be an architect. Upon establishing his atelier in the late 70's he has expanded his development into furniture, decorative accents and sculpture while continuing in the realm of architecture. He continues to utilize wood that has been swept up onto the shores and banks or leftover from demolition sites. For more info, check out Espasso in TriBeCa, where Motta appears this week. 

Tuesday, May 11, 2010

The National do Brooklyn (again)

Shame on you. You don't read TLF unless it's Mad Men season. You especially don't read TLF when we so generously post the inside tip on the secret National shows that took place at The Bell House near the "blink and it's gentrified" Gowanus Canal in early March. So naturally you didn't go. And naturally you did not rub elbows with audience members such as Michael Stipe. So instead you get to read about it like it was some inaccessible, exclusive party to which you weren't invited like all the other followers of the Vanity Fair blog. Furthermore, the VF web-exclusive on the band might as well have been written by yours truly at TLF because not only does it include a well-deserved dripping description of our favorite of their haunting, "addictively sad" songs, Mistaken for Strangers, where the drums feel like they're going to burst inside your core, but also because, well, it actually mentions, deservedly so, the drums. If you're a BAM member then you're lucky, because you probably hold in your possession the magical (as in illusory, because we're still not sure they exist based on the last few days of gut-wrenching internet box office anxiety to which we were subjected) tickets to their upcoming BAM Opera House show on the 15th. Or you can take heed and get thee to the box office pronto stat. Of course you won't. Because you're not reading this. Right?

Photo by Justin Bishop

Saturday, May 8, 2010

Weekend Docket: 1st Hamptons Saturday

Today was our 1st Saturday in the Hamptons since October. The clouds cleared just in time as we stood on the crystal clear Montauk shore, rubbing our bellies full of lobster rolls, slaw and bisque. We made our requisite visit to the Steven Alan outpost, admired the Carlos Motta chaise lounge and tried on the vivid summer prints by Rachel Comey while contemplating the oversized fringe scarfs that double as sarongs. We stopped into the Candy Kitchen on our way out towards the 454 for butterscotch sundaes, homemade maple walnut ice-cream, black & white ice-cream sodas and malteds. Shy away from the tempting rhubarb-strawberry pie. There should never be such a thing as frozen pie, especially when the rhubarb stalks are sprouting up as we write.

Sunday, May 2, 2010

Candice Bergen

Remember the scene from Carnal Knowledge that ran long enough to leave us teetering on the brink of discomfort as we watched Candice, mid-shot and set against a black background, our entire attention with nowhere to go but to her gaping mouth in perpetual laughter, Art Garfunkel and Jack Nicholson's voices heard provoking her off-screen. We can't get enough of her natural, fresh-faced beauty, partial credit to those Nordic genes. Not many of our generation will know she is the daughter of Edgar Bergen, famous ventriloquist who graced the vaudeville stage and the silverscreen with Charlie McCarthy (the dummy), or that she was married to Au revoir les enfants director Louis Malle until his death in 1995. Instead our generation will most definitely recall her in Murphy Brown, her Lauren Bacall rasp spouting pearls of witticisms. Missed that show went it went away... We angle our focus on her youth as captured in the soft-focus photography of the 60's and 70's when color was sun-drenched, faded to pastel and when black & white was a hazy, ambiguous dream.