Sunday, June 28, 2009


They put a bitter substance on my fingertips to keep me from biting my nails.

Saturday, June 20, 2009


brooch by Olive

carved brooch by Olive

enamel brooch by Olive

necklace by Olive

brooch by Olive

brooch  by Olive

enamel earrings by Olive

brooch by Olive

necklace by Olive 

Wednesday, June 17, 2009


Lunch is always late here.
 "Agnes de Mordaunt adjusted her veil and wimple in order to 
ensure that her forehead was covered before leading Sister Idonea out of the chamber; she tied her monkey with a long ribbon to the base of her close-stool and, taking up her crozier, proceeded down the stone stairway to the refectory."

from The Clerkenwell Tales by Peter Ackroyd

Saturday, June 13, 2009


People like to think of them as two eccentric ladies but it was actually a very lusty relationship.

Thursday, June 11, 2009

"Everything I've told you about myself is a lie. 
 
 I'm not good, or real. 

 I'm evil..and imaginary."

 -Mrs.Karen Walker

Wednesday, June 10, 2009


Flower shape for The Rosenbach Museum's 2009 Bloomsday T-shirt
"A MAN, WHO was a secret agent, parked his car in a rain-drenched square and took a bus into town. That day he had turned forty-one, and as he dropped into the first seat he came across, he closed his eyes and fell into bleak contemplation of his birthday. The bus pulled up at the next stop, jerking him back to consciousness, and he watched as two girls sat down on the empty seat in front of him. The girl on the left had hair the color of copper–dark copper with a glint of gold. It was sleek and gathered at the nape of her neck with a black velvet ribbon, tied in a cross-shaped bow. This ribbon, like her hair, radiated a crisp freshness, a pristine freshness to be found in things as yet untouched by a fingering hand. Whoever tied that ribbon with such meticulous care? wondered the man of forty-one. Then he waited for the moment when she would turn her profile to her friend, and when she turned to her friend and he saw her features, his mouth fell open in a stifled cry. Or did it perhaps escape from his mouth? Anyway, the passengers did not react."

-from The Minotaur, by Benjamin Tamuz

Sunday, June 7, 2009


What's your point? 
I have déja vu in my living room every other day.
When you find yourself in the Catskills, have some tasty homemade cookies and a good cup of coffee at Scandinavian Grace on Rte.28 in Shokan, NY.
www.scandinaviangrace.com


Wednesday, June 3, 2009

Tuesday, June 2, 2009


What do you think she's keeping in there?
"Though Tony Curtis' wardrobe in The Boston Strangler consisted almost entirely of work clothes, he insisted that everything be custom tailored. The assignment fell to costume designer William Travilla, a high fashion couturier under his professional name, Travilla, and the designer of Errol Flynn's costumes in some of his swashbuckling and codpiece epics. 'I'm not knocking Tony, but he is a pain in the neck to work with,' Travilla said one day. 'He's such a perfectionist. But I guess it's a very serious picture and the clothes couldn't be handled by just buying a green zipper jacket. We wanted to get as slender a look as possible, so the pants were dropped to the hipbone and made with fewer pockets. Then the work shirts were made to measure so there wouldn't be a lot of extra bulk to push down into the pants. Then everything was put into the washing machine and mangled so that they'd have character. Oddly enough, the changes we made in the clothes aren't noticeable. The character comes out moody and nasty and certainly doesn't look custom made. The clothes create a more sensuous approach, and after all, the Strangler had to have sex appeal to get into all of those women's apartments.'"

-from The Studio, by John Gregory Dunne

There's a feeling of elevation when you put them on.