While bopping around West Soho this past weekend shopping for my new and awesome job I stumbled upon a little shop called Palmer Trading Company.  All at once familiar and homey feeling, this tiny store packs the best of the best of old and new urban woodsman gear, vintage accessories, furniture and carefully edited ephemera. I for one love me some urban woodsman style, all the more if it doesn't come straight off a J. Crew rack and immediately fell for a leather duffel made by PTC's very own Uncle Herb in Western Massachusetts.  PTC's eponymous accessories brand stands out in the store as beautifully made, reasonably priced and made with pride right here in good 'ole New England.  I'll let Palmer Trading Company's blog do the rest of the talking.  Thank you David for your gracious hospitality and my apologies to Shorty, whom I buried in bags before realizing you were, um... very much alive.  

Palmer Trading Company . 137 Sullivan Street . New York, NY 10012 . 347. 429. 4342

The Zeit is getting Geisty.

I stopped by one of my favorite haunts in the Hamptons today Robert E. Kinneman & Brian A. Ramaekers Inc. Antiques and was so delighted by their Halloween themed window display that it was imperative I go on an over caffeinated shooting spree.  Shooting photos that is...  The window is shown here in bits and pieces. How cleverly morbid and humorous Robert and Brian's elegant curative sensibility is! Don't you agree?  I'm always taken with the ever changing cast of curiosities they uncover and present so enticingly.  I've also included a few shots from inside the store, my favorites from their assortment at the moment.  The last one's for you Poon.  I'm thinking kitty is giving Jokey Feet a run for his money.

 

Robert E. Kinnaman & Brian A. Ramaekers Inc.

2466 Main Street

Bridgehampton, New York

631.537.3838

"Just coming around the roads, some place, 
and having the sensation of a piece of it, a piece of nature, 
like a fence, something on the road. 
...And I really get very elated by again looking, 
by again seeing that the sky is blue, 
that the grass is green."

Willem de Kooning 

Sarah Reilly Synapsis, 2009
Unknown
Edward Weston  Artichoke, halved, 1930

Fly High

Cy Twombly

155 Untitled, 1967

148 Untitled, 1966

150 Untitled, 1970

Edward Steichen 

Fabric designs for Stehli Silks

The Wandering Thread, 1927

Matches and Match Boxes, 1926

Thumbtacks, 1926-1927

Keith Haring

Charles Dolfi-Michels

Annie Leibovitz 

Tseng Kwong Chi

The stillness in stillness is not the real stillness.
Only when there is stillness in movement can
the spiritual rhythm appear which pervades
heaven and earth.



-Ts'ai-Ken T'an,
in Fritjof Capra, The Tao of Physics

rougeish curiosities from my closet:

vintage underwriters laboratories lamp
vintage L.L. Bean blanket
vintage Woolrich jacket
found bits and bobs

HUES OF BLUES

Clockwise from top:


Mary Sibande

via HAND/EYE Magazine

Mood Indigo - Nina Simone

9.23.2010 - Fall equinox and Full moon.

The light is pregnant with reflection.

A soft and sordid perfume hints the air.

Change is here, thick and dark as molasses.

Makes a girl want to hoot and holler and get real sticky.

We were hiding, and apparently very safe.

The vantage point from the perch was strange and glorious.

Everything seemed so far away and framed.

And yes, a bit cold and cruel at times, looking down from our perch.

The shedding was imminent but the process was ooeeee slow.

Painful really, coming in fits and spurts and all sorts of heel dragging upheaval.

Cocooned away like that in our box it couldn’t have been any easier.

Turns out the time has come to git down from this high up place.

But now we’re making honey money.

Sweet.

Photographs by Rainer Wengel.

When we get out of the glass bottles of our ego,
and when we escape like squirrels turning in the
cages of our personality
and get into the forests again,
we shall shiver with cold and fright
but things will happen to us
so that we don't know ourselves.

Cool, unlying life will rush in,
and passion will make our bodies taut with power,
we shall stamp our feet with new power
and old things will fall down,
we shall laugh, and institutions will curl up like
burnt paper.

—D. H. Lawrence

care of Eve Elliot