Thought I should post these pictures from the other night from Taix. After having a meeting with the ladies and two hours of ANTM. (guilty pleasure) We decided to drag ourselves out for soup and drinks. Vivi looked amazing in her new electric paisley dress and new set of bangs.
I've been hit with the spring flu thing and have been unable to lift my head from the pillow the past few days. I did however get off the sick bed to attend my friend Justin's birthday dinner. His Egyptian mother made tray after tray of delightful dishes. The amazing garlic hummus- marinated eggplant and baked potato/tomato thing changed my mood.
I've known Justin longer then anyone else in L.A. --we met while he was working at this vintage store by my house. I would constantly put armfuls of clothing on hold-and never actually come back to buy it. ( I always liked the idea that for at least 24 hours no one could buy the things I wanted) Months later he ended up applying for a job where I worked and we became great friends. Mostly because neither of us had dependable cars or money. That was 8 years ago. I can't believe I met him when he was only 22 years old. He has seen me at my all time lows. Anyway here are the pictures from his birthday celebration- :
remember Homeless Chic? We are bringing it back. Actually I have the flu-I don't know what his excuse is.
If you are in the market for a doily dolly wedding dress or just adore the look of super slinky knit--I know where you can find your Doily bliss. Don't fret, the season for wearing white is just beginning and you have many months to wear this- with or without marital ties.
This is the new energy drink that caught my eye. Cynthia and all her bragging about her big long hikes can carpe diem this.
I have been so busy trying to make artwork for this show in New York- and painting lovely pictures of singer Sarah Hudson for her album cover. This was from my practice session. On the side all my girlfriends decided that this was the new week for a hairstyle.
Stay tuned for Cynthia's new haircut photo tommorrow. She has acquired lovely fringe. Tonight was our t.v. night-- the snacks were at an all time low- nutter butters and traditional snack munchie mix. I have a sad sore throat but managed to do a lot of things on my list of things to do today.
Must make an appearance at Taix French Restaurant. Adieu.
Today I found this review from the Fashion Illustration Next Book that my work is in. It starts with someones project research including artist Jasper Goodall as well as my drawings. I love the descriptive terms of his work and then mine . I suppose it is nice that someone compliments your art by blogging about it, even if is goes something like this:
" Looking through books in the libary I came across 'Fashion Illustration Next', by Laird Borelli a book i previously used frequently, as a source of inspiration on my college course.
Fashion illustration has always provided a platform for a lot of my surface design ideas. Various aspects can be applied, such as the interesting composition, the clever use of materials and how all sorts of objects, that at first appear quite random, can work together, very effectively. A particular favourite of mine is Jasper Goodall. He cleverly combines such a variety of techniques into one illustration, creating a feast for the eyes. There is so much to explore on the page; areas of bold flat colour are balanced with areas of vigerous colouring uing felt tips. The figures are highly contrasted with black shadows hinting at facial features. This looks intense against the stark white background. Pattern and quirky images ehance the illustrations and the bright colours make the design feel youthful and brings it to life.
Kime Buzzelli has a completely different style and yet is just as inspirational to me. Her style is all together more painterly and looks more spontaneous. It's as if she drew her illustrations and made many mistakes, but kept on drawing over the blunders, instead of rubbing them out. She uses paint and pastels, picked out with hard pencil lines, to give an idea of texture and movement. Taking the sections individually they appear quite child-like and look a bit of a mess, but as a whole the final design is perfectly executed and parts that are more loosly painted, work well with parts that have more defined outlines.
Hey- I think I've finally arrived
Last night, we had the pleasure of meeting one of Greg's superstar actor friends. It's not often we get to watch the movie with the celebrity in the same room. That's right--the ROSS Berkson was in the Cantor theatre. You may remember him best for his debut role in John Hughes --Sixteen Candles. He was the "RAYGUN NERD #1" in the credits. Scene on the schoolbus when she is sitting with her girlfriend and two nerds with jockstraps shoot ray guns at them saying..."Score a direct hit". Classic 80's my friends.
It terrified Ross and Greg that Cynthia and I knew every single line in the movie. It was cool to hear some of the trivia from the set- from our very own family room commentator.
Earlier in the evening we went out with best intentions to dine at our place in Monterey Park. Unfortunately we were too late and had to eat at some creepy Chinese substitute. I was a vegetarian for 14 years- who sometimes ate fish- but now perhaps I will have to wander into Vegan territory.
I mean have you ever seen such sad faces? These guys look straight out of Finding Nemo trailor. I never knew my rock cod with black bean mung sauce looked so damn cute. I saw these two buddies huddled together right before our meal was served. Bummer
Surrealism: What it is and What it is Not
"Can one explain the magic of life to someone who cannot perceive it in the smallest everyday things?"
I have this fascination with all the goodness that designers like Alexander McQueen bring to the fashion arena. It's not like these things will be worn everday , but they surely inspire the kids on the streets to change up. The whimsy of a wicked veil-- or a powdered Marie Antoinette wig drags me to the paper and paints faster then anything. I thank shutterbugs like Marcio Madeira for having excellent skills in capturing the drama-and splendid surreal costumes of mavericks like McQueen. The Costume Institute at the Metropolitan Museum of art is displaying some of the anarchy works of British designers. God SAVE the Queen... til Sept 4th. I stayed at home tonight to find inspiration for painting and making things.
How come you never see people get married in cool things like this? Why not put a tree branch or antlers on your head? Better then the dull old wedding gear I always see.
I've often said that my friend Laura must never sleep. She makes handwoven dresses, resin charm necklaces - and more...all while maintaining a 9-5 job. She recently started a new labor of love- handsewn neckpieces that take up to 60 hours of handiwork. She said her eyes have started to cross and her fingers cramp. The results of her hard work seem worth it-- She has some of these dreamy stained glass like works available at SHOW PONY boutique. I like that they seem to be multiplying--growing across the collarbone-
I always said the last thing I wanted to have on my blog--was complaining and tearful confessions. Well folks I have failed you. I'm not sure why my face has been stuck in the sad position...perhaps it was the legal letter telling me my joyful tribute blog had to be taken down, or the screaming mother with road rage yelling two inches from my face...or the student loan people withdrawing $300 from my account without my approval. Regardless-- I had a full on Boogie Nights crying in the car scene- moment.
Lucky for me Greg knows how to cheer up a girl: Chocolate Egg Creme
We also discovered a store with the name I always wanted to name my last store...GARAGE SALE!
That's right- no bullshit in the title- just honest to goodness crap you don't need. My store in Cinti/OHIO was called the Blue Piano and it had the same goods...even the EVIL Knievel Lunchbox and old Atari games. The store register says it all...wooden Fisher Price classic. You can find it next to my lil healthy food spot on Hyperion.
This sign really sums it all up...
And then to top off my great day--someone plays a seriously cruel prank on me.
Yes that says TWENTY FIVE THOUSAND FIVE HUNDRED NINETY THREE dollars!
I mean what jerk gets off sending a poor struggling artist a check like this? I mean it looks so real I can almost see the money thrown up in the air on a hotel bed
Hidden in a dimly lit space on Hyperion is Justin's little secret. (that was also the name of his mom FIFI's shop) The Vietnamese Soy CAFE is a small space with a short menu- but delivers the best company, conversation, and tastes this side of town. The CAFE has healthy interesting items that most PHO places don't offer. There are amazing lemongrass sandwiches as well as super sardine green onion specials. The spicy soup is your best bet- but the lotus seed rice is great with the jicama rolls. Everytime I go- conversations with the owner/chef are delightlful. This time we ran into LAVENDER DIAMOND singer Becky Stark. She was about to chug a C-shot- (-cayenne-organic sugar cane-and lemon) She told us that this concoction has helped make her voice clear as a bell. If you are in L.A. try to find it. The Vietnamese coffee is called 48 hours. They mean stay up all night for two night business over there.
Sometimes when I get bored I go for a long walk. But then sometimes I get bored and decide to spend countless hours in front of the computer looking up things to make me excited abut the world. Today--folks I had the rare opportunity to do both extremely well. I will spare you more pictures of my trail flowers and today focus on the web candy. ATTACK OF THE KILLER MOLDY DOILY!
I found an interesting site where these women all over the world were given yarns /fiber threads to create an original piece. They designed unique freeform knit pieces for a collaborative art show.
61 fiberartists, all members of the International Freeform Artist’s Guild were given a unique challenge. Each artist selected one yarn and sent 61 five-yard skeins of that yarn to a central location. In return each artist received 61 different skeins from fellow artists all over the world. There was no coordination of color, texture, or any other artistic components. The Challenge was to create their own interpretation of fiber art using only those yarns. Artists include members from Australia, Canada, Estonia, Greece, Ireland, Kuwait, UK, US, Wales and Yemen.
Ok here is the book to get you started. Go buy some silky threads, glitter fuzzy yarns, and a rocking chair and then get back to me with the results. I'd love to cover my entire wall in these pod like webby things.
David and I decided to take Mr. Dewitt's advice and go for a hike. The weather was perfect - the time around 4:30- and the green stuff was really in full force. We kept imagining Cali and his girl Betsy and wondering where in the landscape they would take their pictures. Something about taking the long back way makes me feel like a kid...on an adventure.
We were nostalgic about the trees on the playgrounds of Ohio and the propeller seed things that fall from the branches. We saw some cool old tree roots bursting from the ground. David stopped near a patch of yellow mustard seed plants- and we laughed how all California bands have at least one photo shoot that resembles this
Even the dirty puddles look pretty with sunlight and limp trees. Around this bend we saw a parked car with a couple getting down and dirty. David noticed a BEATLES bumper sticker and had a tiny rant about it being redundant. Isn't that like a "given" he said. I mean it's not like a Fugazi sticker or something. Everyone young and old gets the "beatles thing". Why bother. Maybe they should get a sticker that says I Dig French Fries too. I'm always amazed by the pompom yellow trees. What the hell are those things anyway? They are seriously fluffy and happy.
We passed this awesome Keebler Elf house on the way home. A few houses away we met this amazing 82 year old lady from Finland named Aria (pronouced Ira) . She has lived there for 50 years and owns her place. She had these lovely lazy fluffy calico cats in the driveway. She said her husband was an Olympic speed walker? David seemed to understand this. Her husband would spend two hours getting lost in the park with their dog everyday. She still drives to Forest Lawn once a day to visit him. I loved that she had gold hoops and a black beret on. She apologized for her terry cloth robe and said she has baby fine hair that needed a permanent. She said she met her husband when she lived in NYC near Park Ave- someplace...in 56'. I may have to go visit her again soon. We talked for almost an hour-she wished David a good trip back home
When we got home Cynthia was fixing up the new shop with her lovely new lamp. Here she is getting all the teardrops back onto the fixture. It's nice seeing the little things start to take shape in there. Soon it will be buzzing with energy--I'm so proud of her
I just came home from seeing the new movie "Friends with Money" starring my favorite Catherine Keener-(as well as Frances Mcdormand- Joan Cusack and Jennifer Aniston. ) This was obviously written by a woman. The writer/director Nicole Holofcener made Walking and Talking, Lovely and Amazing as well. Something about this film made me want to cry throughout- I identified with different things that these women said. Jennifer Aniston is actually quite sympathetic- France Mcdormand's plays a fashion designer who realizes that now that she is living the life she always dreamed of--there is nothing to look forward to. She always dreamed of the perfect life and now that she's aquired it she feels her life is repetitive and dull. I especially like that she has stopped washing her hair. She reveals that perhaps it is because before she had money she always figured the "right" expensive shampoo would give her the hair of her dreams. When she actually could afford any product on the market and still had the same hair...all the promise of "new" ceases to exist. As friends, they discuss the importance of "playdates, charity functions, and failed romance". (Most of which is actually LOST on me) I have to say I enjoyed it even though it will go down as a true Chick Flick.
The premise of the movie made me ponder my own strange career moves. Why have I stopped creating clothing as often? Why did I let my love for making fashion things disappear? These are some of the things I used to make...and often wished I would still create daily...
Uncle Lou finally hit the big 97. I told him that Junior's Deli had a lot of fine looking ladies and that he should hang out there more often. David said maybe he could take two 40 year olds for the price of one 80 year old. I suggested that maybe he take four twenty year olds ( We are in L.A. you know) The birthday boy was definitely in great spirits--he was flirting with our waitress and asked her what she was doing later.
He ordered the usual combo and talked about his new c.d. player. Greg brought him some new Birthday discs of BIG BAND music--and of course Sinatra. He insisted these were too big to fit in his C.D. player.
Greg had a half hour rant to the waitress about plastic ketchup bottles. He told her they were disgusting and bad for the environment. He went on and on and on about how they feel disgusting and lack decent aim. He proceeded to purposely squirt the table as a form of rebellion to modern convenience. She seemed confused and perhaps pondered who at the table was "really" turning 97 today.
I like the idea that Uncle Lou used to read the Dicken's classics with this bookmark.
when we got home we pulled up behind a brand new car. Greg (old man) remarked that most new cars look like "HIP HOP BLING". This made him almost as mad as gold teeth.
I must apologize folks...I do declare I had the best intentions last evening. I planned on producing high quality designs on these Easter eggs. I boiled the eggs with love and then waited for them to cool down. I sat and pondered the tools of my trade and prepared for a nice quiet evening in watching Saturday Night Live. But then the phone rang-- and my social coordinator informed that I had to attend a very very very important meeting on the dance floor. I dedicate these psychedelic eggs to my pal David Scheid a.k.a. the comic genius.
I made this one BAD EGG of Hitler. He was a real rotten fool. We are off to JUNIOR's Jewish Deli to celebrate Uncle Lou's 97th. This Gentile prefers potato latkes to crappy Easter bread and ham anyday.
I've always had a sort of crush on Nastassja Kinski ever since "And To The Devil a Daughter". Not a good film- but it does depict a 13 year old Kinski as a nun taken over by the devil writhing on a bed. There's always been an exotic Lolita quality to all of her films- and something mesmerizing about her pouty lips. I should mention that A.) I normally do not prefer blondes B.) am not a weirdo --I like fashion because it inspires me to paint- and therefore seek out new muses.
I noticed that up and coming model Julia Stegner seems to have channelled this powerful pouty look. Julia has the face- the eyes and the lips of our beloved Natasha--(and she is a Scorpio.) Julia Stegner- is a 22 year old from Munich, Germany who was discovered at an annual Oktoberfest. She has done countless shows for YSL, D & G campaigns as well as prime editorial bookings in Harper’s Bazaar, Italian and American Vogue. With a pristine face that goes from wholesome beauty to a fierce Nastassja Kinski- what isn't there to fall in love with? I may have a new muse for a little while.
My friend Cathee decided to host a DANCE party on Saturday. She was bummed to discover that everyone in L.A. was hosting parties the same night. Supposedly there was a 1920's Flapper party to compete with and get this-- a "ROCK PAPER SCIZZORS" party under some bridge overpass. WOW- how can anyone challenge that theme? I found my girlfriends and decided to dance all night long...or until Nina spilled a jug of beer on my groovy tights and inside my bag.
Cathee and her man robbie made this awesome underground speak easy in their back yard. The ceiling is as high as me! They even have a cool bar t.v. for customers---and fake vine ceiling. I like to call this place the "GROTTO" cause it seems like some gang Godfather hangout
Ever since I was a kid, my sister and I would sit and paint Easter eggs for hours and hours. My mother was really crafty- and would help us batik, tie dye, and draw all over them. I can practically smell that strange vinegar food coloring concoction. Today I went and bought 2 dz eggs, and all the stuff to make it happen. This time of year I lament my old life...my family, which dissolved sometime around age 18. I forget sometimes that my father was a "daddy". This picture breaks my heart. Mostly because of the look on my sisters face as she stares up at him.
I remember this one year all my cousins came to town and we spent Easter at my Aunt Jo's old house. The adults hung around and smoked cigarettes while we ran around finding eggs. I always knew exactly where my parents hid them. Always one behind the guitar and under the french horn.
I haven't heard from my dad in months. He has remarried and has two sons under age 6. I'll admit it's hard imagining him hiding the eggs around some new house. I'm not sure if this divorce stuff gets easier as I get older.
On a happy note---I've been checking out all the different ways people decorate eggs and am excited to be staying home on a SAturday night to watch old movies and paint. Today is Uncle Lou's 97th birthday and we will be celebrating with him tommorrow.
I first met Megan Whitmarsh when the Show Pony was starting out of the gate. It was still a fledgling shop and didn't quite deserve her lovely precious embroideries. I later ran into her work at a group show by the the DYNAMO-VILLE kids place. She created teeeny tiny embrodiered scenes of rock stars and bigfoots. I was amazed at how small they were sewn. How could anyone design things so small? Megan must have magic hands. Since then her dreamy little images are embroidered onto cool jewelry and wallets. My employee Britt even has a cute clown one! Anyway-- I found these images after trying to Nancy Drew her latest works. WOW- now she has moved onto books and films too! Marsea Goldberg (New Image ARt GAllery) just told me that she is coordinating a group show in the fall. I am in love with these forest party pictures-especially the GEM style crystal "rock" parties.
What a good Friday- just returned from having drinks in downtown L.A. and overpriced sushi and found a darling email from a stranger. A lovely stranger I may add. The world is small- and I love that all the way in Dublin Ireland someone exists who is inspired by the same music- artists and colors. She is also a featured artist at Dazed and Confused Magazine. Through the internet- this girl with amazing art skills has somehow found the show pony. Check out how truly inspiring and dazzling her art pieces are:
Body: Hi there!-I love what your'e doing!-and all the stuff on your page is wonderful!:)
I always liked the image of Bianca Jagger riding that white horse into Studio 54 on her 30th birthday. I've admired her style since spotting her in that unforgettable bridal ensemble-- Bianca is best known as the jet setting Brazilian darling who married Rolling Stone Mick Jagger in 1971. ( She has the honor of being the first wife of Mick Jagger. ) Oddly enough, around this time Bianca became concerned with women's rights. I recently found out that the Billy Joel song "Big Shot" was based on a bad date with Bianca. Wow-- I always wondered.
"they were all impressed with your Halston dress and the people that you knew at Elaines..."
What I also didn't know about this fierce lady is that she's also a huge activist--(and according to my DAD --a "bleeding heart liberal")
The end of her marriage to Mick coincided with the victory of the Sandinista revolution. In the spring of 1979, Bianca visited Nicaragua with an International Red Cross delegation and was shocked by the brutality and oppression that the Somoza regime carried out there. This persuaded her to commit herself to the issues of justice and human rights.
She has also opposed the death penalty and defended the rights of women and of indigenous peoples in Latin America, notably the Yanomami tribe in Brazil against the invasion of gold miners. From the late 1970s she has collaborated with many humanitarian organizations--and for her work, Bianca Jagger has earned several awards.
This Thursdays ladies night- found us all fond of happy hour. We not only doubled our normal bill- but did not have our normal waitress (who has finally started to like our company). After too many chips and margaritas we noticed a lady wearing tight white pants over at the bar. We also noticed the swift hot moves of the man on the bar stool near her. With gleeful anticipation we waited til he finally landed the deal.
Cynthia decided to liven it up by making a 7th grade paper game thing.
Everytime we pick up Uncle Lou- we beg to dine somewhere besides Norm's. And everytime we suggest Chinese or Junior's Deli...Uncle Lou informs us how he hasn't liked their food since the last time he ate a sandwich there in the 60's. This time we pushed the "Passover" thing and said it would be a sin to eat someplace that didn't offer traditional Jewish food.
Going anyplace new with Uncle Lou is like a brand new adventure. (He once told Greg that he wanted to eat at this Chinese place called Panda something. He told Greg where it was located and they drove there. There was nothing there but a drycleaning place. Greg kept asking if this for sure was the location he remembered....Uncle Lou answered in his angry tone--Of course I just ate here a little while ago. So greg went in and asked the lady if there is a "Panda" Chinese place around...she said well- uh this used to be Panda Chinese 9 years ago. Times flies when your 96.)
I also noticed while waiting that an old man had gone to the bathroom in his pants and was having trouble noticing the stain all the way down to his ankles. Talking to Uncle Lou about his old days at Junior's 50 years ago was very nice. He said he was willing to give it all another chance.
By the time we left the place- it was dark and the Junior's sign was lit up in all its glory. Uncle Lou asked me "why are you taking a picture of that? what are you gonna do with that?"
We ended up going in to his cool bachelor pad for a quick listen to his new c.d. Uncle Lou owns a nice mini boom box
Uncle Lou and his wife never had kids. They spent their time traveling around the world together- hanging out with fabulous people. His wife and her sister were performing Vaudeville stars back in the day. She knew how to work the costumes- and was also an amazing painter. Her flower vase paintings look like perfect Odilion Redon works
Uncle Lou only recently retired from his Podiatrist position to the stars. He was having a hard time seeing their feet. In his prime he worked on some of the best feet in the business...including Gene Kelly, Irving Berlin, Jennifer Jones, Judy Garland and Ann Margaret who gave him this image which he still has on his wall
This is the lobby at Uncle Lou's building. Dark wood panel walls and smokey marblized mirrors never looked so good. Don't forget Uncle Lou is celebrating another birthday this Sat. the 15th! Only 3 years shy of a century. wow.
The stars of heaven are shining a bit brighter tonight since Helen B. Cohn- a.k.a. Bobbie Nudie passed away. Helen B. Cohn -was the wife of flamboyant Nudie Cohn, the king of Rhinestone bedazzled Western Cowboy Fashions. Her business savvy helped her husband create these legendary Nudie suits. Helen died Friday at a hospital in Valencia, according to her granddaughter Jamie. Cohn was 92.
The following is taken from L.A. times staff writer Jon Thurber's obit--:
"She was the backbone to my grandfather and wrote up all the orders," Jamie Nudie told The Times on Saturday. "She greeted everyone as they came through the door and made sure everyone had a nice cup of coffee." Starting in the late 1940s, Nudie suits became high fashion for western swing bands and movie cowboys. Created by her husband, the flamboyant Nudie Cohn, the suits were marked by their vibrant colors and decorative rhinestones and embroidery. He was the first to put rhinestones into clothing in the 30's.
But Nudie, as he was known, did not confine himself just to suits. Boots, saddles and belts — anything with leather tooling — became part of the line, as well as pantsuits and dresses for women.
And then there were the cars, mainly convertibles with steer horns on the front grille and rifles, six-shooters and derringers as part of the ornamentation. Nudie designed 18 of them. Many were sold off and fell into disrepair. Some are in museums around the country. One is on loan at the Petersen Automotive Museum in Los Angeles.
Nudie fashions became so popular among country music stars — most prominently Hank Snow and Porter Wagoner — that many of their owners were hard-pressed to give them up. The legendary Hank Williams Sr. was buried in a Nudie suit. And more recently, California country pioneer Buck Owens was buried in one of his Nudies. Roy Rogers was another who wore his Nudie suit to the grave.
Perhaps the most famous Nudie creation of all was worn not by a country singer but by rock 'n' roll royalty, the King, Elvis Presley. That suit, created in the 1950s, was made of gold lame and priced at $10,000. Nudie later said his profit on the creation was $9,500.
The Nudie look crossed over into rock music in a more substantial way in 1968 when the country-rock band the Flying Burrito Brothers — which included the influential Gram Parsons — started wearing them. Parsons' suit, decorated with marijuana leaves, became an iconic image in rock. Other rockers, including Elton John and Keith Richards, soon followed.
And while his stock in trade was outrageous fashion, Nudie also created the simple but elegant "man in black" look for Johnny Cash.
Today, Nudie creations continue to be popular with collectors.
"Bobbie Nudie" was the nickname Cohn's husband gave her. She was born Helen Kruger in Mankato, Minn., on July 29, 1913.
Her parents ran a boarding house, and she met her future husband when he rented a room.
They fell in love and traveled to New York City, where he tried to make a living making costumes and accessories for burlesque queens and Broadway showgirls. But the business fared poorly and the couple moved back to Mankato, where they married and ran a dry cleaning store.
But according to their granddaughter Jamie, Nudie became restless and the couple moved with their daughter to Los Angeles in 1939, so he could try his tailoring luck with the Hollywood set. After making sportswear for a few years, Nudie was eager to produce flashier attire, but for whom?
Cohn and Nudie loved western swing music, and Nudie decided that western bands weren't appropriately attired. So he approached singer Tex Williams and asked to outfit his band with Nudie suits. Williams auctioned off a horse to give Nudie the money he needed to get into business. In return, he and the members of his band got suits.
The family store was originally the garage of their North Hollywood home, the main cutting table formerly used for Ping-Pong. From that beginning, the couple became a show business fashion phenomenon.
They opened their store, Nudie's Rodeo Tailors Inc., at Victory Boulevard and Vineland Avenue in North Hollywood in 1947 and moved to a larger location near Lankershim and Magnolia boulevards in 1963.
Nudie died in 1984 at 81 and was buried in one of his suits. Cohn continued to run the store, working from her husband's patterns that they had saved over the years. She worked with her daughter, Barbara, until her death from cancer in 1990 and with her granddaughter Jamie. The store closed in 1994, but Jamie still does custom orders.
The Palomino, a big plastic horse that stood in front of the store for years, is now in the Country Music Hall of Fame in Nashville, along with one of Nudie's original sewing machines and the sign from the store.
Country-rocker Gram Parsons poses in his Nudie suit. Parsons, who died in 1973, helped Nudies cross over from the western realm to rock. ( My friend Jessica Hundley just wrote a book on Parsons life.)Other celebrities who wore Nudie attire — some to the grave — included Elvis Presley, Roy Rogers and Buck Owens
Along with her husband, Nudie Cohn, Bobbie established Nudie's Rodeo Tailors and created fabulous embroidered and rhinestoned Nudie Suits, and anyone who agreed with the Nudies that "It is always better to be looked over, than to be overlooked."
Services for Bobbie Cohn Nudie will be held at Forest Lawn, Hollywood Hills, on Friday, April 14th from 4 pm to 9 pm for viewing and Saturday, April 15th at 1pm for the funeral service. I hope you can all attend.
Respects can be paid in the care of the Nudie Cohn family.
When I first moved to Hollywood I helped style a Vintage fashion show at the Wasteland store. One of the most prized Nudie suits was shown...the infamous Gram Parsons embroidered Marijuana leaf suit. Unfortunately one of the other featured Nudie suits was stolen by this lame guy who modeled it. It broke my heart because it belonged to my friend Sarah's deceased brother. Ben Harper was at that show and may have purchased this number? I hear he too is a collector.
Some random Nudie facts:
In 1957, made the gold lame suit for Elvis Presley, which became famous and is featured on the cover of the 1959 compilation album "50,000,000 Elvis Fans Can't Be Wrong." Nudie became friends with Colonel Tom Parker, Elvis' manager.
Made the red leather suit worn by John Lennon in which he appeared in on the 1975 "A Salute to Sir Lew Grade" television tribute, his last TV appearance as a performer.
Made an Elvis-like gold lame suit for ur-Dylan folk singer Phil Ochs that was widely ridiculed when the "folkie" Ochs went electric very late in his career in the 1970s.
One of my all time favorite movies is "I LOVE YOU ALICE B. Toklas- made in 1968--starring Peter Sellers and screen debut of a young Leigh-Taylor Young. This comedy really stands up to the test of time and still packs a lot of laughs. Unfortunately they still haven't made it on DVD- (like all my other favorite films- Babydoll, Parenthood etc..)
"Peter Sellers stars as Harold Fine, a self-described square--a 35-year-old Los Angeles Lawyer who is not looking forward to middle age and his upcoming wedding. His life changes, however, when he falls in love with Nancy, a free-spirited, innocent, and beautiful young hippie. After Harold and his family enjoy some of her "groovy" brownies, he decides to "drop out" with her and become a hippie too."
This film was the first for Leigh Taylor Young -who started out on the 1964 t.v. series Peyton Place. It's not hard to see why she was cast--
The original title for the movie was supposed to be Kiss the Butterfly- reference to her hippie tattoo. The tattoo for the movie was supposedly painted on by Andy Warhol
She was also married to Ryan O'Neill at one point
I met her once at a boutique opening --I approached her and told her how I loved her role in I Love You Alice B. Toklas and that the store she worked at in the movie was my dream boutique. I loved that they served groovy cookies and had a spiral stair case. I really did base the Show Pony on three places-- Paraphenalia in NYC- her shop in the movie--and BIBA . She looks amazing and still has the best smile and sweet demeanor
The past few weeks have found me charged with nervous energy. I realized that I have a lot of things going on and exciting things in the future. I've been balancing on the edge of some insecure art beam. I have been hesitating to sit down and make big paintings on wood again. This always happens right before I embark in a new direction. I came home this week slightly dizzy from all the ideas that haven't made it to the paper. I was pleasantly surprised by this random email ( and realized sometimes inspiring someone else also inspires you to get the confidence to get busy):
Hello, Kime, greetings from cyber space.
I have been having one of those nights where all my friends are out
and about drinking and dancing and being fabulous and i'm at home
wandering aimlessly about the internet. I came across you by some
unknown link upon link upon link. your art is breathtaking. the kind
that makes me writhe in jealousy that someone out there is making
some of the pictures i dream about making. But, also so so so
inspiring. I just wanted to drop a line, you made my night. I feel so
lethargic about making art sometimes because i only want to make the
most beautiful things in the world, and that can be too big of a
burden to pack into the studio sometimes... But when i see art and
motivation and creativity that looks like it is just flowing out of
someone, it reminds me that that's what it is about and I just need
to let go. so, thanks.
hope this doesn't sound creepy.
and someday, when i'm in a more flexible income bracket, i would love
to purchase a piece. the one that says "happy about being uphappy"
or "utter trash" are they still around and for sale? maybe throw me
some numbers and i'll see what i can do.
this is one of the pieces she liked...but unfortunately I gave away already
I then decided to check out her page and artwork and share what I found.
her name is Kelli and her link is www.kellibrat.com
The intent of this blog was to document all the amazing things that I don't really need to buy or own- but find inspiring. So here goes- another Sunday flea market scene with Cynthia- no makeup- coffee and lack of sleep. We somehow mananged to get sunburn and spend all her latest Race track winnings. Here are some of the beauties we tragically had to let go and leave behind:
The entrance really made our morning!--I thought Cynthia was gonna go for a spin
Carolina always says I'm like the Paparazzi- yet she someone managed to dodge my lens at her own art show. I was only able to snap her a few times.
The evening started with Gaby bringing amazing flowers and an awesome blender. Britt was in Margarita heaven.
The snacks were sad, chips chips and more chips. But Andreas didn't mind.
Carolina's ART SHOW brought in some amazing friends and a good time. Here is the lovely artist (on the right) and here are some images of her pieces--
Oh yeah- I forgot to mention the Zombie that crashed the art opening. He was really scary.
I wasn't sure why he was a zombie or why he showed up with moldy rotten flesh.
I grew up with huge dogs. My dad obviously was an insecure man and thought the bigger the guard dog the better status on the block. We had an Irish Wolfhound (the absolute largest of the canine) Then a French Briard (sheepdog) Both were male pets and slightly wimpy, but lovable pets. As I've grown up I have not had the urge to replace my pets- or get a dog. Until my encounter with Mr. Molecules yesterday. First off... the FACE
I mean what person wouldn't want to stare at that face all day? Then the scientific name MOLECULES? Greg and I pretended we had a fancy dog like molecules. I showed him off on the block.
There is nothing worse then being wrong. Well maybe acting stupid and jealous with a layer of mope. Anyway I discovered that when I don't listen to my "ORganizing for the Creative Person" book- and combine a night on the town with no discipline- I become a miserable fool. That is all I'm gonna say about that. The worst person you can ever disappoint is yourself. You may think- Damn why did I do that? Why did I say those things? Why didn't I finish that? Why did I wait so long to do this? Eventually you realize it's cause you felt powerless to something stronger then you. Which is -Controlling your own desire and destiny. I need to give myself a hug- then lets all move foward for my group hug. This rambling makes little sense. But the lesson is- Don't be dumb -just get your work done.
this is exactly how I feel.
I discovered this art online tonight. For some reason or another it spoke to me. Besides wanting to turn myself invisible- soon- I would enjoy the act of disintegration into small bits only to repartickle--ize someplace else (sort of like the movie the FLY but with better results) Anyway. Looks like things might be taking an artistic turn for me soon enough. Wonder twin powers activate in the form of ...
It has turned cold again. This apartment has a broken heater. I am actually wearing sweat pants. Those of you who know me well, know this happen once a decade. The sky is grey. In an attempt to utilize the skills I've learned in my new "Organizing for the artist"- Justin and I have spent the entire day cleaning the Silkscreening studio. Ok it's just Brandon's garage. Anyway we found some cool varieties of mildew and mold. We had to throw away some good stuff. The best find of the day: a YEARBOOK that just proves how cruel high school kids are. (R.I.P. Columbine)
the following pictures are from the yearbook we found laying in garage sludge. The Glendale boys sure are mean. This is our friend Darren's book. Seems those Columbine kids weren't the only ones crossing off peoples faces. My favorite is the picture of the albino girl that although crossed out has written on the side affectionally "nice person" What a change of heart.
It's good to know that I'm not the only one with too much time on my hands.
If you want someone to tell you the time in a creative way... CHECK out humanclock.com.
You can contribute your own time to the cause too! Hey- it is raining here in L.A. what else do you have going on? Oddly enough I was just driving on the freeway and Hazy Shade of Winter came on, "Time--time...time...see what's become of me."
That won't ever happen again in our lifetime...
This is what I'm always talking about. The combination of painting skills and composition--craft and handiwork. If I lived in a mountain house...off a winding road perhaps this creative energy could manifest. These are both vintage and yet timeless designs. .
When I was a painting student I would collaborate with my friend Danielle to create paper dresses that were distressed and stricken with tiny holes from a meat tenderizer. The thick papers all drenched with stains and water...mildew green/grey colors hung neatly in our studio. I would take vintage wallpapers with dainty flowers and make lingerie that was pierced enough times with moth holes like lace. Then sometimes I'd leave the paper to soak in liver blood. Although this seems horrid, the results were quite lovely. Mission today is to locate these images.
Sometimes when I have the least amount of money I have the urge to spend the most. Around tax season I find myself indulging in $20 Italian Vogues, Sushi suppers and exuberant Ebay purchases. I'm glad to know that some of my good friends have got the fever too. I just found out that one of my friends surrendered $401.00 dollars on a one of a kind Glam red FONG LENG pleated 2pc circa 1973. Like other contemporaries (OSSIE CLARK, ZANDRA RHODES, THEA PORTER ) Fong Leng is an outstanding artist known for her pleats and unique shapes.
FONG LENG AND MATHILDE WILLINK BOTH WEARING FONG LENG COUTURE, 1975. & MATHILDE IN HER BEAUTIFUL MAKE-UP WEARING FONG LENG COUTURE. 1975
She has been an inspiration for Viktor and Rolfs fashion collections
My other friend just bought a pair of shoes for over $300 dollars. She was compelled to outbid and conquer. Now her buyers remorse has pursuaded me to forget rent and win these so that we may look good on skid row.
Carat: I don't know anything about her, except that she is from Paris, France and 27 yrs old. (and that she had led me on a creative caper) She paints portraits with wallpaper like flowers.. & .muted colors, like something from an old foreign film. She has an ariel pink video on her web page. The following are her paintings I found online
I'm finally getting into the swing of things again. I have bought one procrastination/organizing book, mailed off some things, and an Italian Vogue. I have bought some art supplies, a daily planner, and some new t-shirts to screen. There is a new spring in my step. Talking to niki today in her new basement studio made me excited about work momentum. I feel good and inspired by the following:
Sunday I dedicate myself to the flea markets. Cynthia called early this time and forced me to open my sad and weary lids and carpe diem. We did the rounds and met up with our favorite "owl" guy. He informed us of this cool camping artist hippie retreat that he is hosting in the middle of no where someplace probably on a mountain top. There will be dancing by the fire and a jamboree band playing all night. (those were his exact words) The idea of tent living and stained glass classes sounded appealing....but then his mention of it all being "spiritual" sort of made me hesitate. Isn't this how the whole Manson Family thing got started? Anyway here are some highlights of the things that we had the willpower to NOT buy.
After the flea market we stopped at a sad church rummage sale...where an old lady made me take this stuffed fish. I didn't really wanna take this one eyed animal home --so Cynthia told me to throw it out the window as we passed someone elses yard sale. It landed right in the drive way!
Over at New Image ARt Gallery tonight... "Chris Lindig continues his exploration of the seedy underbelly of heavy metal organized crime hillbillies and terrorists on a rampage through America."
Linding will be exhibiting his installation of paintings on wood within a painted mural environment of his continuing saga. I am proud to say I own one of his rad paintings. His new pieces are like carnival banners --frisky tigers and shirtless deviants.
Looking forward to the June show featuring this artist Kelly Ording
This doily like painted pattern image on moldy stained paper makes my mind swoon and my heart beat fast. I want to stare at this for many years- I want my walls to be covered in these colors/patterns
The Current show of Chris Lindig and S.F group show is up april 1- may 6th.
Devandra Banhart is also showing some drawings. Get to New Image and support local art
Art hero Albert Reyes showed up and gave me a cool Neck Face screened book cover!
As the tax season rolls upon us once more, This artist needs to unload the inventory. There are many fashion paintings on paper (framed) and large painted wood panels. Some are from my show at the EROTIC Museum and others from a show I did in N.Y.C. This week my good pal Eatman seized the opportunity to own her very own Indian princess-- she helped indeed. Other satisfied customers this week were treated to fantastic photos with the artist! Hey, some framed pieces are going for the low low low price of $70. There are more pieces at the Madley Boutique in Venice on Rose street. Thanks again.
Irina Lazareanu is a Romanian political refugee who grew up in Montreal and was discovered at an open model call. Since then she's been handpicked by Kate Moss to appear in Paris Vogue and become a Babyshambles collaborator, dressed for performances by Nicolas Ghesquière. (Agency: Marilyn) She has a quiet darkness--an Olive Oil- Shelley Duvall--quality. Her features seem tiny and mouselike. I painted a picture of her while hanging out in a hotel in the desert. I drew it from a magazine picture.