Little Things

More examples of Dad's work! Thank you for the photo tip Sasa!

Ooooh Domino!

I do really like Domino magazine...although it does not hold a candle to my beloved Blueprint. Why why WHY!!!! were you cancelled??! I still don't get it AND I'm not over it. In the latest issue featuring Julianne Moore looking like a complete loon on the cover...there is an article on a certain Spainsh born Parisian living shoe and bag designer that I was instantly smitten with. First, her name is Maloles Miracosta-Antignac...I'm mean come on! It doesn't get better than that...or does it? Yes. She is also ridculously pregnant and see above regarding birthplace, current residency and occupation. Of course her shoes and bags are beautiful and I want each and every one of them. The article actually focuses on her apartment which is, naturally, wonderfully chic and a mix of classic and modern. Le sigh. La sigha. Inspirational all around. I'm saving my pennies for those shoesies!

http://www.maloles.com/

Roddy Doyle Ha Ha Ha

The Irish author Roddy Doyle is one of my favorites. I was fortunate enough to hear him read from his latest (at the time) novel at NYU ages ago. I was reminded of what I like about his style so much after reading a short story of his called "Bullfighting" in the April 28, 2008 issue of The New Yorker. The story is mainly about the friendship between four men in their late 40s who have known each other forever. There is something endearing and touching to me about men and their friendships...particularly older men. I'm not sure why I feel this way but it might have something to do with exposing some sort of vulnerability which is often taught to be ignored/denied.
I love this story for many reasons. One in particular is that Doyle adds elements throughout to show the relatively recent economic changes in Ireland--which includes travel for the middle class and the switch from emigrating to sharing life with immigrants. Doyle mentions the Polish bartender and his characters traveling to the States, France, Spain. The men have ipods and Blackberrys. The banter he creates with the men is brilliant and funny as well. See link below:

http://www.newyorker.com/fiction/features/2008/04/28/080428fi_fiction_doyle

little things

My Dad has a real artistic eye and his influence shows up all over our home. It is a delight to be surrounded by the beauty he creates! I will be showing examples of his work from time to time in this blog. enjoy!

DR's Iron Chef Contribution!

Picture is of DR's Trout Cakes in the pan.

Iron Chef: Atown!

Yes DR and I had our own Iron Chef competition on Tuesday night. The mystery ingredient? Trout! Caught fresh by DR at his fishing club on Sunday. I chose to make trout tacos (turned out to be burritos because the tortillas were so big) with mango salsa (mango, onion, garlic, red pepper and cilantro...bit of salt and lemon juice) with mashed up avocado. Twas delic! DR made trout cakes using my salsa, egg and bread crumbs. He cooked them in a pan with a little veggie oil. He garnished with lemon juice and cilantro...I think he had some other spices etc...in there as well. Also very good. We declared a tie! Fun to improvise like that. Trout is very mild so it worked well.

Spring? Sprung!

To celebrate the season I went to see the play "Spring Awakenings" with my pal Driscoll this past weekend. Very interesting to say the least. Music by Duncan Sheik of "and I am barely breathing" fame...set in Germany in the 1890's...focused on the oppression of teens by parents, church and school with some disturbing and sad results. The music was very good as was the dancing. At times the play was a little too pleased with itself with how risque it was and use of the f bomb. We saw a bare bum-bum twice...oh la la! Lead actor over enunciated everything and there was a huge spray of spit each time. We could not stop focusing on that. Overall enjoyed it though. After that we met up with Jess and her fabulous friend Darren for drinks and dinner at the new Fig & Olive. We had yum food and cocktails and were highly entertained by ourselves and by our waiter. We were also disturbed to see a ridiculously old looking 13 year old attending a private party next to us. Jess and I remembered how we looked at 13 with Belle France dresses, braces and body waves (me). Topped the night off at a birthday party for one of J and D's coworkers at La Caverna or something on the LES. Fun music and too many drinks.