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The Puppini Sisters!!!
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Jean Laporte was among the first to offer an alternative to mass perfumery by founding L’Artisan Parfumeur in 1976. He made it famous, then left it in an attempt to revive the true art of perfumery. In 1988, Jean-Francois Laporte founded the house of Maitre Parfumeur et Gantier, inspired by the great French perfumers of the 17th and 18th century. Perfumes and perfumed gloves is what he sold in his boutique on Rue D’Opera, Paris. He used a secret antique process that permanently embedded an enduring fragrance into the fine skins which he made his gloves from. Amazing. The house of Jean Laporte is owned now by Jean-Paul Millet Lage, who was taught by Jean Laporte. After leaving his second successful project, Jean Laporte continued his way futher to the roots of perfumery. He founded Le Jardin du Parfumeur in Burgundy (according to Denyse Beaulieu).

Jean Laporte couldn’t abide the compromises between art and comercial perfume-making. He narrowed the meaning of niche perfumery until he came to its very source- a blooming garden. Jean Laporte, as a true artist, made his way without advertizing…ever! His talent didn’t need the attention of the masses, but being so bright, he always enjoyed it. Thanks to him, we now enjoy great L’Artisan Parfumeur creations, the most celebrated of them being Mure et Musc, popularized in New York City by “the Elsa Maxwell of the East Village,” the late John Badum.
Jean Laporte. The finest fragrances available, quite simply.
What are YOU working on? What am I working on?…None a ya business. I’ll tell you later. What’s this?
Add this new-way news blog to your daily net walk. David Byrne is in charge so you can be sure you’ll be entertained, treated like and adult and possibly even inspired.
REASONS TO BE CHEERFUL IS HERE

The Fiber Optic Museum is only a CLICK away.

While many enthusiastic runway hopefuls are happy about the program, a certain group of retired, semi-retired and never-going-to-retire-ever models are warning against the possibility of being hit by a bus.
“For God’s sake, girls…puh-lease don’t model across the white safety line!” advises former New York City fashion model, Billy Beyond.
You better start getting used to it because it’s the only way to get through this year. Say, ‘yes’ messter.
I’m saying yes to fake Rolexes. You can too for only $29.00. That’s the first doable price I’ve heard of all year.
They are now. Don Allcorn’s annual best Christmas Card ( should I have said, “holiday greeting?” Why is hard to be politically correct? Shouldn’t it be easier? – they need to make fairness easier than unfairness then I think it might have a chance.) has taken the printed posted greeting and raised it up to the level of fine art… all within one an easy to open envelope! Is he a magician? No silly, he’s an artist. He’s also an architect and my old college buddy and Susan’s brother! Duh! Don Allcorn people…remember that name. Anyway, when I easily opened the envelope the first thing I thought was, “That was so easy to open.” Next, I instantly recognized the contents as being fine art. ‘But how?” you are probably not asking yourself…Let me learn you now, a simple rule of identification should you one day wonder, “Is that art fine?”
If it’s in a frame, it’s fine art.
Very simple really. No frame? Not fine art….for the most part anyway…I mean there’s always Yoko Ono and making holes in the wind type of art stuff…but this little rule right here will keep what’s fine and what’s not pretty clear. BUT you must also remember that just because some art is not fine, that does not mean it is not good art….or bad art….or expensive as fuck art…or actually just garbage….that’s the rub.( no, Scott Covert’s paintings are the “rub”…riiiiiiight?????? – yuck yuck yuck) – NEVERMIND.
I like that textural fine art frame with that fine furniture in “Claridge Carbon” by Modernica seen in the photo above. That’s looking fine. I’m seeing a design rule here…
Fine is fine with Fine.
…honestly these marvelous ideas just come right out of my fingertips and onto the keys of this computer…they really do…they completely bypass my brain. Hmmm. Fascinating….yeah, I know! OK, here comes another one right now….
Art is a mystery. Don’t try to solve it. It’s not called Rubik’s Cubism, kids.
Take these wise words of easy to remember wisdom and use them! I give these things to you my twelve to fifteen readers.
Merry Christmas Happy Holidays to you all…I totally slept through the whole week this year. Ooops. Missed Christmas. So what.
I had pictures of holiday windows to post and funny gift ideas and all kinds of Xmas blogging to post….but I didn’t even download the pictures off my phone. Fuck it. Who cares.
because in case you haven’t seen this update on Helen, better check it now. How amazing…
And once again, may I ask – WHAT’S HER NUMBER? I need to ask her a few things….seriously…anybody? Helen Reddy’s number in Australia … no? anybody?…PLEASE??????
And they’re shittier than ever this year. They are more mean spirited than drunk Cardi B and more bitter than Campari with Campari in a Dixie Cup. Oh there’s so much to hate and so many reasons to read this year…and people too…everyone one of you fools is fair game this season, sistahs. Uh huh. Its gonna be Ughs up in here…

Yep. And that aint nothing.

Im talking about broken escalators and lots of complaining to the managers. Oh there will be video. Oh yes…this year we are ruining everything and we are not stopping until we see tears. Its going down, grilla. Pray you don’t see me near the clearance aisle cuz queenie’s coming cunty this year. For Christmess, and qwanza and chanukka, those St Judes Hospital money grubbers and for those Salvation Satan’s Army homo hating Suckwads too. Uh huh. Silly String. That’s what there’re getting this year. Silly String at a very close range. Taste the string Sally’s!!!! Hahaha. Let the holiday begin. Watch ya back, bitches. Im right here.
Last year I had a great coat at a bargain price. This year I have a freshly washed coat with one arm and a poly fluff issue with my lint filter. After several hours of scrolling and clicking and pop-up windows and pop-under windows I just can’t decide. I’m wondering about the unbranded full length hologram puffer as opposed to the “radical in Manhattan” Michelin Man look from somewhere in China?



I can’t decide. I might just sew the arm back on, re-stuff a baffle and add a new fake fur trim to the collar.
This is about as deep as my thoughts go tonight…which is strange because normally don’t really get personal on my blog…hmm.
Well, the truth is…the only coat I really want is one of these…
What’s going on?
Billy Beyond… and we are blogging.
(Introduction)
Ladies and their friends, it is with a great amount of hair product, a heavy handed application of eyeshadows and a lot of love for my girls ( Jeanette Jurado, Ann Curless, and Gioia Bruno ) that we (re) present to you now, from that legendary year for Freestyle -1987, “Let Me Be The One” by Exposé
Who did the make up for this video? Hello? Does anybody out there know who the make up artist was on this important pop video document?
Anybody?
No?
you see, that is exactly the kind of thing that is going to keep me up at night…I have two guesses. Paul Gobel or Kevyn Aucoin…..COULDA BEEN.
After four failed attempts at retailing in Boston, Rowland Hussey Macy tried again. This building in NYC on 6th Ave amd 14th St was originally that attempt. R.H.Macy and Company opened here in 1853.

Fifth time’s a charm.
Christy Minstrel (scarf fan, aficionado and stylist) encourages scarf lovers and others to visit the source of so many silky squares – “Vera Paints A Scarf” at The Museum of Arts and Design in NYC and yes, there will be ladybugs.

Click the pics to read all about it and get tickets.
STYLE NOTE: A scarf, with sunglasses and lipstick can constitute a satisfying and time saving Full Drag.

Tuesday Sep 17, 2019
7:00 pm – 9:00 pm
POWERHOUSE @ the Archway
28 Adams Street (Corner of Adams & Water St. Facebook event found here. A Brooklyn Book Festival Bookend event.
A memoir of New York in the 1980s and 1990s–a time of both enormous creativity and decadence–told by an artist who was at the center of it all, including the AIDS epidemic, and survived to tell the story.
Peter McGough–half of the team of McDermott & McGough, artists known for their painting, photography, sculpture, and film–writes about the trauma of growing up gay in 1950s suburbia; about the East Village art scene of the 1980s when he knew Keith Haring, Jean-Michel Basquiat, Andy Warhol, Jeff Koons and Julian Schnabel; and about his meeting David McDermott who would profoundly change his life by insisting they dress, live, and work like men in the Victorian era. From then on, wherever they lived–in New York City or in upstate New York–they lived without electricity or any other modern conveniences. Their art, called “Time Maps” was concerned with sexuality, bigotry, and AIDS, and their photography–using cyanotypes and platinum plates–had great success at major galleries and museums around the world. Eventually, however, McDermott’s incendiary temper and profligate spending would bankrupt them: McDermott would move to Dublin, and McGough, trying to work in New York, would discover that he had AIDS. I’ve Seen the Future and I’m Not Going is a poignant, often devastating, often humorous, entirely singular memoir.

PETER McGOUGH is an artist who has collaborated with David McDermott since the 1980s. They are known for their work in painting, photography, sculpture, and film. He divides his time between Dublin and New York City.
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