Category Archives: Film

Short Post About a Short Film

I didn’t watch the Oscars this year. I would be interested perhaps, but, then, I haven’t seen a single one of the films nominated, thus I don’t have the patience. It would essentially all be Greek to me.

But, I just saw this post over on Joanna’s blog about a short that won Sunday night, and it totally tickled my fancy. I’d watch this. And, it’s even showing in theaters!

Reminds me of some of the little things I’ve loved in so many classic films, all packed into 18 minutes.

Until next time,



God Bless San Remo

In following up on yesterday’s Valentine Video series of classic songs, and classic Country style tips, and classic video art direction, courtesy of thee Tracy Lawrence, and his handlers which, to quote Lady Gaga, “mastered the art of fame” south of the Mason Dixon during the wonder years of my youth, today, we present perhaps a more “on brand” documentation of style and music, and all the rest. By “all the rest” I  am mainly referring to this film’s inclusion of bocce, a game we will not STOP talking about.

The film, The Talented Mr. Ripley, as everyone knows, is filled with the sort of aesthetic eye candy and hilarious quotes (“Wild horses couldn’t drag me back to New York”) that has spawned a zillion mood boards, Junior years abroad, and blog posts. So why not one more post, especially with Valentines day, er, yesterday.

Anyway, here it is, with a day late love song, and so many style tips.

I am so depressed now. The song, sure. But those Pictures of Italy. Yeesh. In any case, there is no shortage of Jazz, and Vespas, and warm weather in New Orleans. If only there was somewhere to play bocce.

Alla Prossima,


ps. “Who wears a corduroy jacket in Italy?”

God Bless Tracy Lawrence

I don’t know, is this the greatest album cover ever? You tell me.

There is something about Valentines Day (and Fashion Week) that reminds me of one of the greatest singer songwriters in American (Country) Music (mid 90’s) History, Tracy Lawrence.  My personal favorite songs of his are “Alibis” and “Sticks and Stones.” However, in terms of music videos, nothing compares to this trio, all from the classic, untouchable, “I See it Now” album. Please watch in their entirety. This is really special, and proof that they really “don’t make em like they used to.”




Pretty amazing art direction, eh? Upon further investigation, I realized that these three are not the entire story. Anyone who can find the missing parts to these videos, ie sequels, prequels, etc, and be the first to send them to me, I will send one of our super groovy t-shirts.

Happy Valentines Day,


Small Talk; Happy Talk Keep Talkin’ Happy Talk

Some of these very cold days inspire major hibernating urges, and until the mercury rises and jackets are worn more for decoration than out of desperation, we’re all trying to busy ourselves indoors. I can usually find ways to feel busy, truly busy, with no time for fun and games. Truth is, all work is fun and fun is work these days, one and the same, I’d rather be working, that kind of thing.

But, I’m thinking I need to go see a movie one of these days. It’s one of those things people do. Then, after having seen it, they talk about it. Movie viewing can be great fodder for small talk, or the stuff of deep discussions and cultural analysis.

It can also add to your ‘library’ of inspiration, and y’all have to know how I feel about inspiration if you’ve been reading for any length of time. My personal film library is rather tiny. The need for one, physically, isn’t so pressing these days as movies stream into your home at the click of a button. But I have a few that I’ve either watched over and over again until they are but shreds of DVDs or that I watched once, purchased to add to the library, and set daintily upon a gold-leafed bone inlaid pedestal for idolization.

My library includes (but is not limited to) Me and You and Everyone We Know (which I think can do no wrong but I know there are the Miranda July naysayers); Amelie (overdone by this time?); The Snowman (an amaaaaazing animated holiday film from my childhood with only classical music for audio); The Saddest Music in the World (wonderfully bizarre); Ghost World (one that I could watch over and over and over again); and some little gems like… ahem… Bridget Jones’s Diary and Legally Blonde (why do I bother admitting this!? Full disclosure for you folks). I’d love to add Dead Man and Orlando to my array of fancy DVDs on Pedestals, but I can’t justify it when the pedestals are so expensive and I’m saving up for a nifty camera. Plus, Netflix.

Allll of this to say, I’m thinking when I go to the theatre, probably this weekend, I’m thinking I’ll see Blue Valentine. Michelle Williams is very special to me because she and I used to share a block in Brooklyn, and before that she and I used to share an hour or so together each week when I watched her on Dawson’s Creek in high school. Are those not sound reasons for seeing a film?

Do you have time for a little small talk? What movies have you seen recently? Were they good?

Until next time,


Love Will Find A Way

One of the most difficult and challenging parts of our day to day is deciding upon and planning ahead on our event programming. If you have been following us for quite some time you may have noticed that things are getting more and more polished, diverse, often educational, and increasingly interesting as time passes. At least that is what we are hoping! For example, in New York, our upcoming literary event, highlighting two amazing New Orleans publications- Constance, and How to Rebuild a City- we believe will be our best yet. And please RSVP if you haven’t yet, as space is limited.

Looking forward a little further ahead, in February we are planning our second solo show for a New Orleans based artist on Chartres Street, and still seeking the theme for our next party on 88th. One idea, is a Black Swan party, obviously inspired by the movie, and obviously over the top awesome in relation to the space there if we can bring in the right instrumentation to pull it off. Also, the right make-up artist. The other idea is Mod, and inspired by the amazing design video created by this little know music group from England.

So what do you think? Black Swan or black suits? Maybe both, a combo party? Watch-out.

Alla Prossima,


Q4 – Soon Your Dreams Will Be Dreamin’ You

No idea who this guy is. I just think this is a funny concept in sports that at the end of the 3rd Quarter, one team, maybe both, will hold 4 fingers in the air to let everyone know that it is “crunch” time.

This is sort of my first foray into the “crunch” time of retail business (save the sexiest of all retail, retail brokerage). Last year, we began in the beginning of November, and we were happy to have people over and into our space for pretty much any reason whatsoever, and it was all very crazy and fun, and we had no clue what we were doing for the most part, but boy oh boy we’re we trying everything. This year, again, we are doing our best to put exciting and entertaining events on our calendar as well as bring in interesting and beautiful things for the holidays.

But I suppose there are different “crunch” times for us in the varying worlds we have embraced with Fair Folks and each asks pretty much the same in terms of effort and energy and emotion. Fashion Week, and ICFF, and all the festivals and carnival in New Orleans, and the addition of Prospect 1.5, soon to be Prospect 2, and the art shows in Manhattan as well, and I am sure I am forgetting a handful of things that just fly by. Regardless, we have begun to gracefully transition into a controlled chaos of airplanes and interviews and hello’s and goodbye’s very different than when we began waiting for folks to come over for tea. We still serve plenty of tea, not quite as much waiting around though. There is always something to do it seems, somewhere to be, someone to see, and if they’re weren’t I can’t imagine this being quite as fun as it is.

I can tell you what wasn’t and probably still isn’t such a fun 4th quarter. Lakeland Kathleen. We never made it out of that gym with a win growing up, and even if we had a lead going into the 4th quarter, we had a pretty good idea that we were in trouble, our legs were going to give, and that their speed would kill us. A funny anecdote to playing in Lakeland Kathleen’s gym was above and to the right of their hoop hangs a gigantic picture of football superstar Ray Lewis, standing in his wrestling onesie, and beneath him his accolades as a 2x undefeated heavyweight Florida state champ. That did not make foul shots any easier.

Another un-fun 4th Quarter I can remember was not that long ago.  2008, when the financial world collapsed and I was pretty much locked in my office on the tip of Manhattan island, attached to my phone and ideas, all the way up and through the New Year. I don’t think I ever slept at my office (like I do now) but I remember the streets really late at night, and this frightening, frightening chill in the air that felt like Christmas wasn’t coming. But it came. And then you look back on things, and say to yourself, “Geez, what did I get all in a huff about. ”

I guess in all this, my suggestion to you reader, and perhaps more so to myself, is not to overstress about the coming weeks. That it will all work out okay in the end. UNLESS, you happen to be turning 30 at the end of next month as well. Then you better get sprinting! Time is running out! Up to the Hills!

Or take Willie’s advice (thanks Mr. Minihan)

“Time will take care of itself, so just leave time alone/ Pick up the tempo just a little, and take it on home.”

Happy Wednesday,


ps. We are open today in New Orleans.


Home Sweet Home

Sometimes really early in the morning, I notice trucks going in the wrong direction down here on Frenchmen Street. This has happened maybe twice, or three times. The first time, I thought someone had just made a wrong turn off Elysian Fields, but now I think perhaps it is a necessary breach of traffic laws in order to unload something somewhere nearby. No matter. The important thing is that I am not hallucinating.

A few other observations living and working in New Orleans for the past several weeks.

1. I didn’t pack enough clothes. In Manhattan, outside of work, I very rarely see the same person more than once in a week’s, or even a month’s time. In New Orleans, I see the same people pretty much everyday.

2. I need to buy a Swiffer. I am the chief floor mopper (sic) and sweeper in this operation, and to do so at 7 East is a piece of cake. It is one room, and unless there is a snowstorm the day of an event, it is a pretty simple task to keep that space clean. But in New Orleans, because of the traffic, and the sidewalks, and our lack of rugs (big thanks to Lauren C. for telling me from day one that women like to hear the sound of their heels on wood) and all the different rooms and entrances, our floors need constant attention and affection from the broom and mop. Because Patty, the former owner, and patron Saint of Fair Folks New Orleans, left so many cleaning supplies, and the whole waste not, want not Franklin in me, we haven’t taken the time to get a Swiffer down here. But I think it is about time.

2. People say, “Good morning” to me well after Noon. It could be the coffee mug that accompanies me to the porch. But I like “Good morning.” It is more comforting than “Hey” or “How’s it going.” And for sure better than nothing at all. But it is not as good as, “Sera.” My all time favorite greeting, dragging out the “aaaah.”

3. It keeps getting warmer. I saw a guy running on St. Charles last night with his shirt off, and I thought, “Man, that dude is gonna catch cold. Running in November with his shirt off.” But then, we parked and walked from two blocks around the corner to the restaurant, and I realized I didn’t need my sweater, which a week or so ago, before Halloween, was essential.

4. It’s Cont-eye. Not Con-tea. All these varying ways in which to pronounce streets, and everything else incorrectly, I welcome. When I tell people my last name, they don’t think twice that it sounds funny, or ask how to spell it, because they don’t really care.(This is such a cliche comment, by the way.)

5. You don’t need to dial area codes to make a telephone call. Think about that. That is pretty crazy, right? (The cliches continue)

6. Mosquitoes do not die in this town. And they are fast as all get out. Last night one bit me on the forehead in my sleep. Pretty terrible spot for a mosquito bite, especially with my complexion.

7. Angelina hasn’t stopped in yet. I’m patient, and I know we had sort of a rough go of things after we broke up, the ugly text messages and everything. But I expected her to be over all that at this point and stop by and say hello. I’ve moved on, and you should too.

8. If I get a car, it is going to be a Smart Car. And not because I want to save the environment or come across as hip or anything like that but because parking “sucks” in this town. I’m not going to get a car, but if I do, I am just saying.

9. As long as people keep dancing, brass bands will continue to play.