11 Jul 2012
Today I sing for the City for Stevie Wonder the City … Sometimes it’s shocking when I think my life in New York is easy. Thank you for the magical escapes, like Old Field Farm, where my friend Tess turned to pigs, bees and plants.
I’ve always been picky about dishes and things for the table and kitchen. Giovanna focused my attention mainly on ceramic works through the collections of used finds from Una. Certainly ceramics are very fashionable now, but I can’t recommend enough. Most art that makes art for me is highly cerebral and often very tiring, so some physical release process when making an object is extraordinary.
Apr 30, 2012
Feb 16, 2012
I’m so tired of the internet these days. Too many emails, too many sites to keep up with, too much information. As a result, I felt that I couldn’t contribute to this forum – even what to say? And where can I find the time? The last few months felt very busy. Since Plum jobs tend to leave me, I was very tired and trying to continue the activities. I’ve been buying pottery since October, I started to weave with Annie Larson, finally doing yoga here on a regular basis, without time to fight and having fun. Lauren, Nialls and I are taking a wine test in April, so we started wine tasting / study nights. Last Sunday we were spoiled and drank Radikon and Occhipinti – two amazing natural Italian producers we loved, and were lucky to have met Lauren and Nialls. So it was a total treat to see online! – and I’m dreaming of printing this Sunday in Arianna Occhipinti in the first T-magazine (hurray) of Selby’s year.
What a nice little feature and a nice reminder that we did something right in this crazy NYC balance. His Frappato is responsible for destroying you for life, just a warning.
29 Dec 2011
I’ve never been a worried party player, and so we have held many formal and impromptu meetings over the years. But with the exception of a handful of friends, no one had ever been to my current apartment before Christmas. Matt and I are human beings, very, very, very, very small things … rocks, books, dishes, seashells, shoes and small pieces of paper that we think are special … the apartment requires very little storage space and no partitioning, so for a year I saw them all at once and couldn’t handle the guests. Over the past few weeks, we have worked hard to make our place fully functional, yet exhausting, for our holiday. I didn’t get out of bed today and read on the expectations of all the parties I’m going to have now, and reflected my holiday gifts to myself and others: Canal House Cooking, Kinfolk, the sixth issue of Diner Journal and Harumi’s “Your Japanese Cuisine”. I was lucky to have let me eat dinner with friends and family and eat food and drink something very tasty (and probably expensive) and so far this season to spend a good holiday day. New year, so I’m gonna steal it.
These photos come from Sam and Alison’s Thanksgiving Day in Chicago, where Virginia brought the most delicate Japanese turnips, French breakfast radishes, plenty of greens and allium from his farm in Cleveland, and we even ate the freshest turkey I’ve tasted.
I am kidding.
We’re in that little poodle Puppysat, Ollie, for three days and what a gift!
My mom also took a hint and told me that the Tanya Aguiniga necklace, which I wear three in the last four days, has more nodes than the one in the photo and is packaged like this:
17 Nov 2011
I like a rope.
I took a rope from the beach, an abandoned factory, and Ham Serrano and tied it around me. Now I want to see the handmade, Tanya Aguiniga at Sight Unseen.
NYC currently feels like Portland in winter. Not cold, cold, cloudy, hard, everyone has a cold. I’m dying for my California trip last month.
top to bottom: at the colonial club on the palm springs, with the exception of cinnamon cinnamon with montmarte and anaise, general store in sf, iko iko, vivier and bentley, koho in wine tasting, eames house (!), fremont dinner and marjaret (and dan and mat).
Bringing macromeles of the 20th century here and now

I have to admit that until recently, the list of things I want to hang on my macrame walls will be at the end – when I grew up, it brought back memories of the moldy brown pieces I found in dozens of thrift stores. A particular macrame find – an owl made of twine – comes to mind. However, if you take the time to them, as proof that the flavors and trends have become a complete cycle (I’m betting the owl gets a nice penny in some old vintage boutiques right now) I’ve found myself with pleasure recently (not like that) Art.

Finally my example – my friend Jess recently bought the most beautiful wall hanging in Etsy (as you can see below) and it is full of neons to add a modern cool touch. After seeing this, I was desperate to know more about how these pieces were created – and I was very happy when Himo Art May agreed to stop running out. May did a great job of bringing the macro of the 20th century here and now (the last macromeles became perfect for me), and I was delighted that she decided to look at it – it turned out to be quite complicated – the process. It’s time to Improve your knotting skills, kids!

Things that you need:

  • Rope
  • Wooden Dowel
  • Wooden Breads
  • Paint Brush
  • Scissors
  • Masking Tape
  • Paint



It can attach dowels to the wall – it uses a removable hook, because it’s a great way to not make holes in the wall.


It can cut the rope into 14 x 4 yard pieces and 2 x 5 yard pieces. It then begins tying the rope to the head nodes of the larvae and compiling the dowel with 5 yard pieces (one at each end) into a book.


The rest can continue with ropes.


Then it makes double half axle knot.


And it goes on and on.


By the end, May begins tying them diagonally across the ropes.


You can add wooden beads here and here before connecting the nodes.


Then each starts to connect the switch nodes using 4 ropes.


Can connect 8 of them.


It then adds the node (as before) to the double half node.


And he brings them crosswise.


You can add more beads and bring the knots to the end.


It can then cut the ends of the rope.


Covers a portion of the dowel ends to paint and add a hint of neon (a woman from my own heart!)


Finally, he adds a watermelon pop to the end of the rope.


And there, hung a magnificent macrame wall. I can appreciate the work that goes into these pieces – not a craft for withered or ham!