Detroit is ripe for artist takeover. You can buy a house there for almost nothing, you can live there for almost nothing, and everywhere you turn it’s a surreal landscape of inspiration. If you’re an artist in need of a place to create, I humbly suggest Detroit.
We had a wedding-marathon weekend with two rehearsal dinners on Friday night, and two ceremonies on Saturday. For the morning ceremony, Bryan officiated Bond-style (in German, Mandarin and English — only one of which he speaks), and I made the flowers.
Of course, when we went to pick up the flowers we’d ordered, the florist didn’t have them. Had not ordered them.
So, instead of keening and rending our garments, the bride and I acted calm while we shopped for new-and-improved flowers. Here’s how they turned out:
Oh Joy is written by Designer Joy Deangdeelert Cho, who worked on Cynthia Rowley’s product line for Target, and runs her own stationery shop Nantaka Joy. She lives in Philadelphia, and has a great eye for gorgeous handmade objects, like these:
My fun thing for yesterday was stopping by the Julia Rothman/Caitlin Keegan opening at Rare Device. There were so many women there who I’ve admired at a distance online but had never met in person, and every one of them was exactly as charming as I’d imagined them to be. Strange, no? You’d expect at least one of them to surprisingly catty, or awkwardly silent, or falling over drunk — something. But no! They were just fun, and well scrubbed, and generally happy with life. It was nice.
I was especially thrilled to see Grace of DesignSponge, who was out from Brooklyn for the show. I’ve been wanting to meet her for years, and it turns out she’s aptly named. I refrained from grabbing her by the shoulders and cheering, because I’m so excited about everything she’s done in building her business. I held back mostly because I was wearing shoes that made me four feet taller than her, and I thought yelping in her face might be a little much on first meeting. Perhaps next time.
I also ran into Shoshana, the founding editor of ReadyMade Magazine, whom I’d never met — despite working on the ReadyMade blog, exchanging emails about cool old houses for sale, and having lots of friends in common. We started talking because I was making faces at her baby, and it took us a few minutes to figure out that we already knew each other.
All that, and I was in bed by 10:30. What a great night.