Thursday, August 16, 2018

Inside the Outside. David Markel in Southold

Inside the Red Barn:
The Eccentric Art of
David Markel
It's been a few years since I visited my brother, David Markel, at his barn in Southold, New York. Set amid vineyards and potato fields, David's barn, with it's car-stopping display of combines and assemblage sculptures set amid the surrounding fields, has been transformed into a live-work space.

David has taken a small section of his huge barn and made a comfortable studio and apartment.
 David at his table with a vase of sunflowers.
 On the etagere, David's small objects,
a vase of zinnias, a photo of our parents and a squash.
 Two of David's works.
He often uses found objects like this shaped piece
of wood, as painting surfaces.
 Two-faced Alien with No Arms.
 The opposite side of the Alien.
 A table with objects
 David's dog, Cookie, on a corner
of the couch. David got him at a yard sale.
 Creatures in a cityscape.
 A bust of a man wearing, what I believe, is our
father, Sam's, fez.
 Elvis and brushes.
 A view of the studio with David's painting table
which is also a work of art.
 The non-living space of the barn.
Our father, Sam, and David used to hold auctions on
this stage.

 A funny cabinet painted by David.
 Bye Dave. 

A Bientot!



Sunday, August 12, 2018

Phoenicia and Woodstock on the Catskill Journey

Hippie Towns
On our recent trip through the Catskills, we blew through two fun towns, Phoenicia and Woodstock.
They are both small and heavy on restaurants and antique shops.

In Phoenicia we saw this beautiful, little church.
Lady of Salette. 
Roughly translated,
Lady of the Salad.
 Here's the Lady of the Salad worrying
about getting tossed.
 We stopped at Sue's Pancakes for lunch.
Left to right: Michael Miller, Rick Janke, Sue Markel,
Dianna Cramer, Carol and Richard
 These were all the pancake choices.
 Behind the counter at Sue's.
 Making the pancakes in the kitchen.
 Adorable, old-fashioned booths.
 Richard and his peach pancakes!
 Sue in Woodstock.
 We got a delicious Mexican dinner
here in Tannersville and took
it back to Scribner's Lodge.
The road back to Scribner's.

A Bientot!


Thursday, August 9, 2018

Lazy Girl Stays at a Hipster Lodge

A mountain lodge where dogs as
accessories are de rigueur.
If Brooklyn was in the Catskills, then ground zero for its hipsters would be the hotel where we stayed on our recent trip upstate. I am talking about Scribner's Catskill Lodge in Hunter, New York. A 1960s motor lodge, Scribner's was re-imagined by a Brooklyn-based firm, Studio Tack, as a hip, homey mountain retreat. It was also one of the only hotels in the area which had accessible rooms for Richard reachable by a simple lift, as was the dining room on the ground level.

We got there on a Sunday afternoon and waiting for us in our room were the fixins for s'mores and two granny smith apples. A s'more is a treat made with Graham crackers, a chocolate bar and marshmallows. Our queen-size room was fine, but as is common these days in minimalist hotels where the designer knows best, no tables or shelves for you clothes unless you count the top of the in-room fireplace. They did have a pipe with a few hangers for coats and things you needed to keep neat.
On the road to Scribner's, Richard's daughter, Dianna Cramer,
had scoped out a road named Cramer.
 Fortunately, our room was steps away from the Library,
 which is what they call the great room at Scribner's.
 Richard would say, "I am going to the living room now",
 and sit in his favorite armchair to watch the action.
The action included pool and board games.
 Mid-century modern and lots of wood contribute
to a warm environment. The fireplace would be welcome
in the winter skiing season when the Lodge is at its busiest.
 Books in the library have been displayed according to color.
 In the blue section, I found this fascinating volume.
It kept me occupied for hours.
A game of pool with Michael Miller, Richard's 
son-in-law. He was a patient teacher.
The night that we arrived, there was a private party
in the restaurant and no bar for lodge guests.
But you could buy a bottle of wine at the
front desk, which I did.
 After a swim in the pool, making
s'mores in the outdoor fireplace.
 Did I mention dogs?
Everyone had one.
 We had a delightful swim in the pool.
The majestic Catskill Mountains are in the distance.
 A beautiful dog reclines by the table 
where his tech-savvy master works on his laptop.
 The deck at dusk.
 The dark mountains provide an abstract foil to the spectacular sky.
 We had torrents of rain on the trip but the blue sky appeared
 as if on cue when we needed it.

Fires burning, fires burning,
draw nearer, draw nearer
in the gloaming, in the gloaming,
come sing and be merry.

Old Girl Scout Song

A Bientot!




Sunday, August 5, 2018

Lazy Girl in Hudson

Bonjour Marine,
C'est Carole
Continuing our Catskill journey, on that hot, muggy Sunday in July, we drove to the city of Hudson, New York after our visit to the Thomas Cole Historic Site. Hudson has become a mecca for the creative set, particularly antique dealers and interior designers. You can go there by train and it's only a couple of hours out of Grand Central. The station is at the bottom of Warren Street, the main drag, and you have only to hike up the hill to find dozens of smart shops in which to browse. 

Back in the day of 2003 when we moved back to the Lower East Side of Manhattan, after some years in the West Village, Orchard Street was a happening place and none so happening as Marine Penvern, a native of France, painter and designer of chic, avant-garde clothing. Hint: If you go to Hudson, weekends are best because shops close during the week.
 Oui. You guessed it.
Marine has moved to Hudson and opened a shop.
Marine in her workshop with one of her paintings.
 I am a winged thing in this little chapeau.
When she was on Orchard Street, I loved stopping in to see
 what Marine had cooked up in her atelier.
 Marine's talents are many,
including playing this beautiful saxophone.
 An array of Marine's portraits.

 Mannequin with portrait by Marine.
She not only has her own creations in the shop,
but also showcases other artisans from Hudson.
 An elegant dress with unusual sleeve treatment
by Marine.
Someday you may go to Hudson and
visit Marine.


A Bientot!


Tuesday, July 31, 2018

Lazy Girl Takes a Vacation, July 2018

Lazy Girl, lost for a long time,
is found in the Catskills
Lazy Girl and her family decided to go on a vacation. We usually go to the North Fork of Long Island. This year we did something different. We went to the Catskills in upstate New York.
Our first destination.
The Thomas Cole National Historic Site in Catskill.
Hollyhocks in the garden.

Joining us were Richard's daughter, Dianna, and her husband, Michael. We left on a Sunday morning in a rented Dodge Caravan with Michael driving. Our first stop was Cedar Grove, the home of the
great painter of Hudson Valley scenes, Thomas Cole. My sister, Susan, and her husband, Rick, met us at Cedar Grove and were with us for the duration of our trip. It was quite a nice family get-together.
 Born in 1801 in England, Thomas Cole found his way
to the majestic Catskill mountains in 1835.
 Cole was married in this graceful Cedar Grove home in 1836.
 A quaint sign depicts Cole at the
entrance to the historic site. The house itself is
not accessible, although they are trying to raise funds to
make it so. The fact that every path on the property is
gravel does not make it easy for a person with a
walker, and Richard had to sit under a cool tree 
while the rest of us saw the sights.
 A reproduction of one of Cole's paintings
and his palette table in his studio.
 Cole's easel.
Cole took on as a student, the painter
Frederic E. Church, whose own incredible
house, Olana, is nearby.
 The parlor room in the house where the
Coles received many luminaries of the day like
James Fennimore Cooper.
 A Cole painting
 I love this color wheel by Cole called 
"Diagram of Kontrasts".
He used his color studies as a way to explore 
color relationships.
I am wearing a Marrimeko for Uniqlo tee
which is a color study in itself.
 A quiet corner in the Cole's parlour.
A dramatic Catskill scene by Cole.
Cole died at the young age of 47, but
left a beautiful legacy of work.
More to come next week
as we continue our journey to
the Catskills and
beyond.

A Bientot!