I can’t stop listening to “Says Elliott” by Sibylle Baier from her album “Colour Green” which was recorded in Germany 1970-1973.
Says Elliot by Sibylle Baier
I grow old I shall wear the bottom of my trousers rolled says Elliot
I grow old I shall wear the bottom of my trousers rolled says Elliot
days keep growing short, nights too
let us go then, you and I
and try to unlearn, says Elliot
he seeks for return and burns ancient love letters
let us go then you and I and lie by marble stone says Elliot
and put a record on the gramophone
Lie down dear
on the weed
Don’t weep dear
gayly clad
sadness is a radical quantity says Elliot
sadness is a long brown ribbon, says he
sadness is beautiful
I grow old I shall wear the bottom of my trousers rolled says Elliot
I grow old I shall wear the bottom of my trousers rolled says Elliot
Here is my new friend Jacqueline Withers’ fashion and hair blog. She is a hair color specialist in NYC. www.partyhaireverywhere.com
On Saturday we ran into Clark Warner and his wife Liz Copeland at breakfast. I finally met their adorable baby. A few hours later radio goddess and new mother Liz Copeland opened up the festival with a really lovely set of what she defines as baby listening music. Melodies from Air and Brian Eno and other ethereal treasures consumed our ears, as ravers of all ages started to show up for the first day of the festival. Other highlights of my day were killer sets from Nikola Baytala and Steve Bug.
Clark Warner and his baby in protective ear gear or maybe he is listening to death metal?
an adorable Lolita raver
more candy ravers
At night we threw the Detroit version of House n Home (my flyer). I finally had a chance to meet the lovely DJ Cassy. Here is the fist shot I took of her. She was all smiles during her amazing set. I wish more DJs smiled when I photographed them.
Photos by Seze Devres
photo by Seze Devres
Alice in Wonderland image pool on Flickr
Alice in Wonderland, Illustrations by Marjorie Torrey
Dance Mother, 2009
Brooklyn’s Telepathe is my favorite new band. Bryan gave me the album this morning and I have been listening to it nonstop all day in the studio and in transit while I was running errands. They are the perfect combination of synth and indie. Some of the songs are very Shoegazer-esque, reminding me of the really good Lush songs. They seem really young, so I hope they keep making more and more gorgeous music.
www.myspace.com/telepathe
www.telepathemusic.com
Download a Telepathe Mix Tape and Lauren Flax’s Telepathe remix here
Bryan and I were invited to Colorado to play and document the Communikey Festival. I had a fabulous time catching up with old friends, visiting a gorgeous part of the country, eating yummy food, and hearing really good music.
Friday night at B-Side
with David Day, Ejival, Spinoza, Nordic Soul
Saturday night after hours Dirtybird Showcase
with Christian Martin and J. Phlip
Saturday Communikids workshop
Sunday in the Park with Communikids
Communikey Festival Site
My girlhood imagination was endlessly entertained by these strange woman dolls. Not much gets me as excited these days. I can’t even explain the sheer bliss of waking up on Christmas morning to the sight of my vanilla scented Barbie Dream House, a home made of plastic columns, cardboard walls, and a working elevator! I actually fantasized it was my own real pink house. Today on the phone my grandma recounted years ago when I dressed my Ken doll in Barbie’s clothes and said “look Ken is dressed in drag!” She was shocked that a ten year old knew what dressing in drag was. Most of my Barbie dolls eventually got haircuts and an many became lesbians because there was only one Ken to go around for twenty Barbies. Thanks for the memories Barbie. Ha!
I had a chance to view Coraline in true 3D at the most lovely movie theater in New York The Ziegfeld. Coraline is far better and darker than most children’s films. The visuals were completely inspiring and I can’t wait to see it again and again.
from the original book by Neil Gaiman
Coraline and her kitty venture down the rabbit hole.
The mouse circus performance was my favorite part.
This movie looks like it is going to be really good.
watch the trailer
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Based on a true story, EVERLASTING MOMENTS follows the story of Maria (Maria Heiskanen), who is married to an alcoholic and womanizing dockworker (Mikael Persbrandt). Her husband leaves the worries of family responsibilities entirely to Maria. Her situation is desperate until she meets a camera shop owner (Jesper Christensen) who encourages her to start taking and developing photographs. She soon begins to see the world in new ways that threaten her already perilous situation.
Bettie Page, Queen of Pinups, Dies at 85
Our beautiful pinup queen has passed away. Photographer Unknown.
My dear friend Zoh invited me to see The Rockettes at Radio City Music Hall. Her costume shop she worked on the fancy crystal costumes for the final skit. It was a such a treat to have a ridiculously festive date with her.
All photos by Seze Devres
A painting Dame Darcy made of us knitting each other’s hair,
My dearest friend and fellow good witch Dame Darcy had her art opening today at Sloan Fine art. Tonight, I arrived right on time at her opening and I waited (with her best friend) for her to arrive. We looked at her amazing illustrations and talked about how much we love Darcy. I have adored her work since high school and since then we have become close friends. After 40 minutes I went home and with a fresh copy of Gasoline in my arms. I can’t wait to cuddle with her drawings and her story tonight. I am so proud of her for finally publishing her book and I hope that she will have a brighter and better future once she moves out west.
Darcy, I know you are leaving New York with a broken heart but my heart will always be with you….
Gasoline original illustrations
Nov. 19th – Dec. 20th 2008
Sloan Fine Art
Gasoline art exhibition of original
illustrations from graphic novel and Gasoline painting series by Dame Darcy
128 Rivington st.
press release
Cities in Dust by Siouxie and the Banshees
Water was running; children were running
You were running out of time
Under the mountain, a golden fountain
Were you praying at the Lares shrine?
But oh your city lies in dust, my friend
We found you hiding we found you lying
Choking on the dirt and sand
Your former glories and all the stories
Dragged and washed with eager hands
But oh your city lies in dust, my friend
Hot and burning in your nostrils
Pouring down your gaping mouth
Your molten bodies blanket of cinders
Caught in the throes …….
And your city lies in dust
Oh this makes me want to play the guitar.
Stripes!
Photos by Seze
