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Monthly Archives: March 2010
I would have a personal Chef and Driver. The Chef would only cook me delicious, healthy meals that made my skin glow, my hair shinny and my waist-line slim. When I was out and about, and too busy for a proper lunch, he would pack my lunch in a gold bento box and a man in a blue suit would serve it to me. He would make sure I always had a Linen napkin and a silver spoon.
My driver would pull up in front of any of my given locations to drop me off and then circle till I was ready to jet off again. He would wear a black cap and leather gloves and would be nice to look at. We would drive an old Fiat or a Mercedes from 1973 with beige leather interior. As I exited the car, he would tip his hat and say, “good day my Lady”
If I had it my way, high-heels would not pinch my toes or make the balls of my feet cry out in pain. I could walk 18 city blocks in them, with-out a single complaint. In theses shoes I would dance till 5 am, with out taking a rest.
If I had it my way, I would have a personal trainer that woke me at 7 am every morning, despite the fact I was out late drinking red wine. He would bark orders that inspired me to work harder and praise me on my perfect form. We would run trails together with my dog and I would have the perfect butt.
If I had it my way, I would wake up every morning to perfect hair. I would look like a tussled model from the 60′s with my hair falling ever so slightly in front of my eyes. I would peak out with my pouty lips and ask for a cup of tea.
If I had it my way I would speak 11 languages at least well enough to fall in love.
If I had it my way I would live in a huge, brick house, that when you exited to one side was a city filled with nightlife, shopping and culture, and to the other a grove of treas that opened to a meadow and a pond filled with cranes, while deers sipped their morning water.
If I had it my way our skin would grow smoother as we aged. When someone said, “you look so old”, it would be a great compliment and you would be proud of your grace and your knowledge.
If I had it my way the airlines would still provide a lounge on their planes, with a spiral staircase and a gorgeous women in a bright pink suit to seat you. The drinks would have fancy stirrers with an emblem representing your exotic destination.
If I had it my way a night on the town would still involve a cocktail dress and heels, while enjoying dinner and dancing to a 10 piece orchestra, even on a Tuesday night.
If I had it my way, I would always get my way!!!
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Gallery BellJar presents
April, Friday the 16th-
These are portraits of irregularity, malformation, deviation, degradation and disintegration. I see them as intimate celebrations of abnormality and imperfection. There is, admittedly, a macabre sensibility to my imagery; however, I see these morbid depictions in a romantic light.
Through my paintings, I aim to peel back the veneered surface and magnify the grotesque and bizarre dimensions populated with twisted mutations of flesh and bone. Within this, I am fascinated by the phenomenon of repulsion; the impulse to turn away from sensory input which we find disquieting, both on an individual basis and on larger scales of culturally mitigated standards. I am interested in the psychological underpinnings of what makes an image simultaneously attractive and repellent.
Had a bit of a tough week so it was perfect timing for The Loved Ones to have a reunion and for me to be surrounded by all my oldest and dearest friends. People came out of the woodwork for this show and there were people there that I had not seen on like 10 years. It felt kinda like my wedding since Bart Davenport played at it and it was pretty much all the people that we in attendance for that blissful event, but we kept joking it was way more fun because Mason (the ex) was not there. (Sorry Mason, you know I still like to see you in very small doses).
It was held at this super cute little Inn downtown called the Crescent Hotel and their intimate ballroom is a perfect place to see a show. Only issue was, their bartenders seemed a bit in over their heads and when I first got there and really needed a drink. It took hem foreves to get to me. A couple of my friends from the east bay had rooms for the night to avoid drinking and driving and the rooms were charming. I decided this is good place for a little romantic weekend away, but local.
The Mike Therieau band opened and they were amazing of course. Had not seen Pat Johnson in a long time and it was great to he is still such a talented musician. Not like that every really changes, but still a pleasure. He wrote a song about me once, I wonder if he ever recorded it?
The great thing about the night was the reminder why I still, really do love S.F. I have such incredibly strong roots and support here and whenever I return to the scenes that I grew up in, I remember that. The SF vibe in the early and mid 90′s with all the Mods, Rockabilly and Psych/Garage kids all hanging out together, being creative, making music, creating art and designing our supper fancy scooters, were such positive times. When I go to events where we all come back together, it makes me question why I would ever leave home.
Here’s me and Andy on Baby Blue and Little Red Menace around 99
Before I went to the show, Dusty and I had a bite at The Rite Spot and we watched a rad older Asian fellow singing country music! It was a perfect beginning for my night. I always enjoy my time spent with Dusty. He such a sweet, smart stand up guy and he’s feels like family. I know he would do anything for me, which is so nice with my real family so far away. I keep telling Jasmine she better marry him and make an honest man of him SOON and I better get to design the wedding!
On my way home from the show, I stupidly ran out of gas in the intersection right in front of the gas station. So here I am standing in the middle of the street at 2 am, by myself in high-heels and a short dress! Thank god three nice fellows came to my rescue. They tried to push my car up to the pump, but it was kinda a steep hill and it wasn’t working, when four more guys walked by. In my sweetest voice, I asked them if they wanted to help a damsel in distress. They came running over and helped pushed my car to the pump! Yayy. Thanks boys. I made it home safe.
Brass & Bone
Lisa Sette Gallery
April 1 – 24, 2010
Opening April 1st, 7 – 9pm
If I lived there I would totally go to this! Love me Some Jessica Joslin.
As I mentioned in the previous post I have recently been adhering to a kinda all organic, non processed food, almost Vegan Diet. While I was in LA it was so strange but almost every person that I had a conversation with, we got on the topic of food and eating and health. I’m a food book addict. I love to read anything and everything about food. Cook Books, Health books, books on vegan and vegetarianism, and I recently read Omnivores Dilemma by Michael Pollan. So now I’m reading in the defense of food as well. I think his books are of the most important books of our time. The state of the world and our relationship with food is so completely out of control at this point, it’s hard for me to even fathom what steps are needed to re-educate the world about food.
I was raised mostly Vegan and or Vegetarian as a child and I was lucky to have parents that believed in knowing what and where your food came from. For me a treat for being well behaved was a super sweet slice of apple. I thought Carob was chocolate, and Carrot cake was my fav. My Mom cooked breakfast and dinner every day and packed me my lunch. I noticed at school that my food was different. I had raw almonds and raisins rather than chips and cookies. My sandwich with thick, dark bread slathered with Avocado and sprouts was absolutely un-tradable. At times I was embarrassed by the food I was sent to school with because it made me feel different. But honestly I loved ever morsel of my moms cooking and secretly did not understand the concept of a twinkie. When I was old enough to pick my own foods and hung out with my friends after school, I totally got sucked in to the fast food joints. And I’m not gonna lie, that food tastes really amazing, but it made me soooo sick. And I heard this little voice in the back of my head while I snaked on chicken nuggets or a big mack, telling me that every bite was killing our rainforest. I’m not sure if it was the guilt or the bad food that made me so ill, but the junk food diet only lasted a few years.
Now I’m one of those people that struggles with my food consumption. I love food..all sorts of food. My main joy in life is to eat out. I love rich french food and cheese is my total downfall. And all these things are fine in moderation, but if I had it my way I would eat at Absinthe every night of the week if I could. So from time to time I just have cleanse myself and just eat simple fresh foods.
I think a lot about beauty; Hair Make-Up, mani-pedis, fashion, fake eyelashes, all these things give me so much joy and I could never live without them. But lately I have been thinking just as much about what goes inside me as I do what goes on me. And when I eat healthy and work out 4 to 5 times a week, I feel so beautiful and happy, in a way that not even a new pair of stilettos can make me feel. And that’s saying a lot!!!
Anyway, last night I felt kinda itchy to get out, but I made myself a yummy dinner and felt kinda tired, when I realized Food Revolution with Jamie Oliver was on TV and any and all desire went away. Not only have I had a crush on Jamie since the naked chef days, but he is one of the most amazing real, honest personas on TV. So I was sucked in immediately. I’m not gonna go on and on about what happened on the show, but for me it was riveting to see how reluctant and emotional we have become about our food and health. But you all HAVE to watch this show. We live in such a bubble here in SF with so many easy ways to eat healthy and we are aware of our food, even if we do like some taco bell on a road trip. But it seems to me most of america has slipped so far away from the understanding of real food that its almost as if we are viewed as radical communists for desiring the world become food aware and healthy.
So last night after watching two back to back episodes I was up till like 3 am tossing and turning thinking about food. It’s so crazy I know, but it’s just so important, and I’m so happy that it seems the media is finally catching on and putting shows like this on prime time cable TV. Oh yeah and I officially love Jamie Oliver. If he wasn’t already married I would go to London and ask him to cook me dinner. So all you glamour girls. Go fourth and put something lovely in your body, and then put on a cute dress and flirt with some boys!
Oh and Thanks Ashly for letting me cook you a yummy healthy breakfast this AM!!!
I definitely need some inspiration to get me through the day. I woke up this morning with amazing hair and make up that resembled Alice Cooper. My dear friend Ashly is in town from New York so her and I and my other old friend Dawn went to dinner at Gracias Madre, the new vegan restaurant in the Mission. I of course adore it but I have also been on the vegan eating trip lately, like I do every 6 months or so. After 5 days in LA and no gym time I have been working out every day and only eating non processed foods. Anyway I digress. After my yummy dinner I decided to pollute my system with cocktails and we went over to beauty bar which totes sucked. Ran into a few friends but was so on my way home, grandma style, at like 10.
Then it dawned on me it was soul night at the Make Out Room, and everyone knows I adore any and all soul nights. So we made our way the excruciating 3 long blocks (hey I was wearing super high heels) to listen to some good music. Long story short, I got there, and the music was good, and OF COURSE I ran in to the boy who broke my heart last year, and of course after he bought us a few drinks I had to yell at him for like two hours about how he needed to grow up, and of course he sat there and took it but just kept buying shots to possibly make it less painful, so of course I feel like dirt this AM. And I also feel like sometimes I need to learn to keep my mouth shut. But then again, I think that’s what makes me, me. I guess I just tell it like it is.
Anyway I have been contemplating this for months now, but last night, the earlier mentioned boy that I yelled at for two hours, told me how bummed he was because some people he knew were saying all this crazy stuff about me and my ex husband…things that were totally untrue and completely taken out of context; that paired with the fact that every boy I have had the pleasure of meeting lately either dated one of my friends or I dated one of his…makes me completely ready to leave San Francisco. It’s just getting too small here and I feel as if I can’t breathe or move around with-out running into someone or something that is somehow connected to my life in some way, shape or form. Plus I may die single here, which might not be such a bad thing as boys generally are tedious and often smell funny. Anyway, I have been contemplating cities. NY is out because it gives me anxiety. Brooklyn is on the table. I had such a good time in LA, although I pretend to hate it there, but I think its an option. Also I think about Marin or the country and I think YES, that’s where I will go, but then I try to imagine what I would do for work and that dream goes out the window. So I’m gonna let it simmer for a bit, look for some investors and figure out where to open the next BellJar. I’m leaning towards LA. I kinda need some sun in my life.
The Shoting Gallery always curates such amazing shows. They make me wish I had a wee bit more time to focus on the Gallery Portion of BellJar…but I would say we do a pretty good job.
The upcoming show Meticulous Engagements Kris Kuksi & Christy Langer is on my list of do not miss for next month.
April 3 – April 25, 2010
Here are a few of their past works to get you excited!
We will soon post about our next upcoming show! Scott Grenwalt.
It’s our last day in LA and I have been staying at my friend Lily’s house in Hancock Park. Such a amazing neighborhood and her house is to die for. It’s a Jewish hood and there are tons of Hasidic Jews around, which of course I LOVE, as I have a fascination for the Hacieds. I was thinking about going to Temple yesterday to find myself a Jewish husband but then I got sucked in to records, good food and conversation with the ladies and I forgot all about that bright idea.
Lily is so amazing to hang out with. Her house is beautiful, well lit and she has an amazing record collection. We have not watched TV once. We just sit, spin records and talk about life, love, music and a whole lot about our pets! This trip has been so nice and mellow that I am dreaming of moving to LA. It’s so strange that a huge city like LA feels so much more laid back and closer to nature than SF. It smells like lilacs, there are deers running around in the hills and all I want to do is take walks in the pretty neighborhoods.
Friday night was our only night on the LA fashion scene. We went to the Odd Molly’s store opening and saw loads of celebs, drank free drinks and laughed at the paparazzi. I kept joking that my friend Lisa forgot to alert the press I was coming, as the paparazzi didn’t seem to care when I walked the red carpet. They don’t get me in LA yet, but I’m HUGE in Japan! Tee Hee. But we did see some fancy people. We were most excited about Lydia Hearst and it was cool to see Fabrizio from the strokes and his hot french girlfriend, Binki Shapiro, DJ. But best of all I got to hang with my girl Lisa Davidson from showroom 7! Tonight I go to her house for dinner. She keeps telling me I have to see her pad so I’m super excited to check out her fab decor.
Today we finished off our day with shoe shopping. Our pal over at Laurie Hausen show room, Nicolette told us about a big sale, so we scored big time. I don’t know what to say other than shoe shopping makes me happy!!! We also stopped off at the Red Lion Tavern in Silver Lake for dinner and a beer. And some cute boy watching too!
All and all it was a great trip. Her are a few snippet’s of some of the Fall apparel…I know a huge tease. Won’t start coming in till July, but in the meantime we have tons of spring pouring in!