Liz Arnold
Writer specializing in homes, design, interiors, and architecture. Window peeper.
Author of the blog Homebodies. Read about it in The New York Times.
MFA, Nonfiction,
Bennington College.
Runner-up in Georgetown Review's 2012 Magazine Contest. Honorable mention recipient in The Atlantic's 2010 Student Writing Contest.
I like to walk on my hands, parallel park, and consider using the serial comma. I live in New York. Hello!
(Photo: Jessica's bathroom.)
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- Feb 06, 12I grew up in Michigan with this bathroom that I shared with siblings. Isn't it wild? I think it was completed in the '70s when I was little or unborn, because I have no memory of seeing it for the first time. Now when I see it, I'm shocked at the wall-to-wall-to-ceiling coverage. It always makes me smile, and whenever friends and family visit, they ask to go upstairs to see "the strawberry bathroom."My mom, pictured above in a high school portrait, definitely had fun here, unlike my father, whose duty it was to paper the corners, around the vents, over the shower hood, which I think is upholstered in matching material (I accidentally deleted the picture), and around the plumbing and the vanity. Nightmare! Below are strategic photos taken with great concentration, as you can see in my face in the mirror; one of my siblings uses the space for extra storage--a bookcase here, a world globe there--and those pieces, unlike everything else in the room, are not plastered with strawberries.
- Jan 09, 12I'm going to blog monthly for a while, with posts beginning on the first Mondays of the month, so I can focus on my "long-form" writing, as they call it. I have a number of essays that need some attention, and I can't wait to hole up and work.Check back in a few weeks to see my Nana in Michigan or a gallery/home Kansas or maybe Tuxedo Park, New York, or...? I'll still be on Twitter and Facebook and, when I remember, Tumblr, and you're welcome to Follow or RT or Friend or Like.For now, please enjoy cake pops and Lucian Freud from my recent visit with author Adele Griffin, whose Brooklyn townhouse provides for some seriously glorious snooping.
- Jan 08, 12Friends Azi and Carrie hosted a fabulous dinner party last night--candles; wine; strands of pearls; tea candles (the lotus above reminded me of sculptures by Lee Bontecou (below), whose new work is currently at Freedman Gallery); Tom & Jerry water glasses; a perfectly cooked turkey that Carrie won when she blazed a Turkey Trot; lively guests, including a hedge fund manager whom I heard say worked in "mismanagement" (he actually said "risk management," ahem); an artist; a yoga teacher; Carrie singing Bryan Adams ballads in Chinese at 2 am; Azi with pens in his shirt pocket; flowers from Trader Joe's; not one but two kinds of potatoes; a full moon and full belly on the warm walk home.
- Jan 06, 12This little girl's room had me longing for single-digit age. In particular I fell for the giraffe in the corner, an eternal guest at the knee-high tea party. Other highlights: beautiful wallpaper in the bathroom (walking with geese and other country antics); a scalloped bookshelf; a piggy and crewelwork; pale pinkness; chifforobe; little girl things.
- Jan 05, 12Book party! As I mentioned earlier, Young Adult author Adele Griffin was hosting this event at her home for another YA author, Blake Nelson, whose novel Dream School was published by Figment in early December. Guests flooded the townhouse, while Edith, above, on all fours, stood guard of the desserts, as well as her buddy Blake, who was giving a toast. That's Adele, below left, with her friend, author Courtney Sheinmel.Also below: A photo of the tops of people's heads, because I don't like posting faces without approval (plus, so many cocktails napkins and hors d'oeuvres and open mouths!); A. N. Devers in her famous fur coat once owned by Edward Gorey; one of many foursomes; "Hold still, I'm zooming to get a close-up of your flowers;" men and women alike, we all tried on that Gorey coat; we emptied the hot toddies, too; gift bags, yesss; a goodbye from the street.
- Jan 03, 12When I walked into the living room, which I prefer to call the salon, I turned to put down my wine glass--on the marble-top table, yes, where the lamp's bear base (below) stood serious guard--and the doorknob caught my eye. It caught my eye because it was though it had moved, which it didn't, but I was moving, catching the knob in the light at different angles, and I realized it wasn't opaque but was translucent crystal the color of ox blood (or Pinot Noir, depending on the references). I knew this door knob! Oh...Years ago, I was an editor at Western Interiors & Design, a wonderful, now defunct, contemporary design magazine (with an unfortunate name; the investors were already in). I produced a product column, calling in samples of new flooring, tiles, door hardware, what have you, and styling the shoot. I requested this specific doorknob from E. R. Butler & Co. in this specific shade. The knobs were so stunning, with their subtly shifting color, it turned out to be one of my favorite columns ever. How I hated returning this knob, folding it into tissue and sending it off in drab cardboard. I haven't forgotten its surprising heft, like holding the world in your hand.I've examined the facets and the shank and the beveled escutcheon plate and everything, so I'm pretty sure it's a Butler, and resident Adele Griffin said her architects at Meyer Davis Studio were very excited about using them, too. Besides, Butler's patent on the attachment of a denticulated crystal knob to a keystoned brass socket dates to the 1830s, so put that in your pipe and smoke it.I wandered around. A casual gorgeous weapon adorns a bookshelf; dimmer sconces; this awesome drawing by singer-songwriter-musician-artist Daniel Johnston of Hi, How Are You; leaves; pup Edith in downward dog; another one of those lovely chairs with crossed legs, ladylike.
- Dec 30, 11A few weeks ago, I visited the gorgeous home of Young Adult author Adele Griffin. A writer of more than a dozen books and a two-time National Book Award finalist, she was hosting a book party for another popular author, Blake Nelson, whose novel Dream School was published by Figment in early December.I showed up early for Homebodies, thanks to our mutual friend, A. N. Devers, who runs Writers' Houses, the fantastic site about authors' homes. Allison, as she's known, nudged me once at a reading and whispered about her friend, "She has the most incredible home! You must go see her!" Ms. Devers knows her writers' houses, that's for sure.Fast forward a few weeks, and I've arrived, and I'm ringing the wrong buzzer. For a few minutes. So many floors! I finally figured out to enter through the lower level, which isn't pictured. It occurred to me only later that I didn't stray far from this first-level living room: I took photos of one end, and then the other. And the little girl's room. (Apparently exploring any space too much bigger than my studio apartment is terribly overwhelming.) Sorry, but I skipped the bedrooms, the kitchen, the dining room, another floor...While the place hands down is, as one of the guests at the party later put it, "the swankiest brownstone in Brooklyn," it's the coziest, too. Adele was so laid back, and wickedly funny, and hospitable, even as friends tore through her wardrobe for just the right outfit ("boots or shoes?") and hot curlers came out of hairs, while her first guest--ahem--poked around with a camera and rested her glass of red wine on a marble-top side table without a coaster under it. Mi casa, su casa!As I was saying, my photos are mostly of this room--one side, then the other, so note the two posts today.Below: can you spot my glass of red wine? Legs & legs (I love this chair!); an elegant dusty blue sofa I wanted to faint over, Victorian-style, maybe next time; the collage above the sofa is by Arturo Herrera; the ceiling; a peek at The Other Side of the Room...
- Dec 30, 11...(continued) We are now at the other side of the grand salon. Lovely Adele Griffin, above. Do you see that silver artwork on the wall behind her, on the left side? It's gunshot sheet metal by Louisiana-born artist Margaret Evangeline and I love it! It reminds me of liquid mercury.Below: the living room; ceiling forever; cake pops for the party; pretty leaf artwork by Philip Taaffe; swooping armchairs; swooping chandelier. Next week: the party.
- Jan 06, 12Here's my 89-year-old grandmother modeling her dining room. And my sister's coat. Beautiful family, no? The new wallpaper is nice, too. Roses, she insisted, for here, and the hall and the kitchen and all the upstairs bedrooms...
I should add that she considered a shoe change, but I was impatient and didn't want to make it a whole thing.
Photos of the Brooklyn book party coming tomorrow! - Dec 23, 11Merry Christmas! Evidence is seeping: I did indeed go to a fabulous party hosted by novelist Adele Griffin at her beautiful Brooklyn brownstone. I did run around in my black socks and take hundreds of photos. I did talk to authors and a gallery owner and a vintage-clothing dealer and dozens more writers while sipping a hot toddy.I'm still going through photos, and I'm in Michigan now visiting my mother, who is part of the 6% of Americans using a dial-up connection. And I downgraded to a blissfully quiet dumb phone. So until I return after the holiday, reconnect to the cables and the world, have a wonderful holiday! Crown molding and poinsettias for days.
- Dec 20, 11I went to a very fun party! I wore my fancy black socks! Photos soon...
- Dec 05, 11I've been away--upstate, or downstate, writing, holed up, and not visiting much of anyone. But I did get away recently, and got in some fierce games of Boggle. The focused feet, above, while I stretched on the floor after a run. "Sire, lie, lies, ratty, rats..." Below: a collection of stamps, our pile of shoes. A foot model.
- Nov 20, 11Happy Sunday! Sorry I haven't posted in a while. I've been holed up writing in my own apartment rather than hanging out at others', but I'll be back this week with some visits to Kansas and Cali, approvals pending. Until soon!
- Nov 10, 11A friend's place in the Village. Billboards at every window. The Puma Store, above. My favorite is the vertical H&M one. The Swedish model, with Lafayette as her runway, looks like she's about to stride into the living room and hurdle the sofa.
- Nov 07, 11At long last, I'm back online! My internet was hooked up on Friday, and I've been as pictured above without the Bloody Marys for the last couple of days. I'm a bit out of sorts still, with AirPort not functioning, and files split between an old and a new computer...Anyway, here's what I'm looking forward to this week:Checking out Work, the Tom Sachs show that just opened.The nendo opening at Friedman Benda Tuesday night (where I'm meeting Sarah, whose desk I'm at in this photo).The Jonathan Nesci opening at Mondo Cane, also on Tuesday.A Sight Unseen party celebrating the launch of its online store on Thursday. Congrats, Jill and Monica!Finding some homebodies to hang out with...
- Oct 31, 11Happy Halloween! My internet is still down at home and won't be up until Friday, which means I can't upload photos from home, where all my photos are. (And I'm too much of a hermit and too absorbed in some other writing to go out in public to search for a signal. (Note the name of this blog.))
In lieu of a new post, here's a reblog from last Halloween, when I hung out with the writer Phillip Lopate at his home in Carroll Gardens. (Several posts are here.) Hit him up tonight if you're going door-to-door. He's the neighborhood trickster. - Oct 24, 11So until it's back up at home, and I can upload photos from my computer there, here's a peony from last summer in Vermont. It's one of the only photos on my phone right now. I'll be back soon! Happy Monday.
- Oct 20, 11Continuing a walk around the apartment of filmmaker Jonas Mekas, above, I peeked behind a swooping red curtain and entered his office. On the desk is a stack of film tins labeled things like "Yoko" and "Dali" and "W.T.C." A portrait of his family hangs on the brick wall; he's the little guy in the front row on the right. Boxes and files and books are piled on endless shelves, and a pale-green monster of a vintage film machine (is this a projector?) sits at the entrance to the room. There's a mattress on the floor, a convenient crash pad.
- Oct 17, 11Last week, filmmaker Jonas Mekas, above, at his dining table in Brooklyn, told me he scribbles with his camera, taking notes on the scene. I loved this idea, since I feel like I do the same for Homebodies, shrugging off some kind offers from pros who'd like to take "better" pictures for me. But that's never been my point, and everyone has something to sell, don't they?When I went over for dinner, an impromptu offer that day, I walked into the spacious apartment--books, film reels, tables with work stations, and a smattering of fluorescent orange--and found a crew of people scattered around: a woman at a computer, a German film student in a Batman T-shirt drinking wine at the table, Sebastian, Jonas's son, preparing to cook in the kitchen. "It's like a factory," said Jonas, who was close to Andy Warhol as a friend and creative collaborator.Another guy came in. Then another. When I asked them both how they knew Jonas and Sebastian, they shrugged and said, "Lithuanian." Jonas is from Lithuania.Sebastian cooked us all delicious pasta. The student, who's studying film theory in Vienna, explained his thesis, about the philosophy of Walter Benjamin he sees in Jonas's films. "Does Jonas see Walter Benjamin in his films?" I asked the student. "I don't know yet!" he said. "We'll see! I got here yesterday." We talked about work, and jobs, and freedom, and creativity, and scribbling, and--yes, thanks, more wine--and photography, and the history of Lithuania, and Palestine.Before I knew that Jonas had made Sleepless Nights, a film about his lively evenings due to insomnia, I took a few photos around the apartment, excusing myself at the early-bird hour of 10:30 pm.Below: a binder of "Pieces + scribbles;" a view of the apartment when you walk in; a cat; a cow that his daughter saved from slaughter, lucky cow; Sebastian holding a kitty, one of two in the place that loves to snuggle in boxes.
- Oct 14, 11The photo I posted the other day of the night's wreckage was at the Brooklyn home of filmmaker Jonas Mekas, whose blog I've been following since I interviewed him for WNYC. (Arts critic Carolina Miranda and I live-tweeted all eight glorious hours of Andy Warhol's 1964 film Empire; Jonas was the cameraman.) When our interview ended, I felt like I was only at the beginning of my questions with the avant-garde artist, who's also the president and cofounder of Anthology Film Archives in the East Village.So here we are, months later, 7:30 pm on a Tuesday, impromptu dinner. I'm one of several guests in blue chairs. I'll post more next week, but for those of you in London, you can see Jonas's new film at the BFI London Film Festival, going on now. The film, Sleepless Nights, is about the eating, drinking, singing and dancing that fill his insomniac nights. (How tame. I left that night at 10:30 pm.) Tickets are still available, and Jonas is in attendance.Below, the kitchen, a cold beer, and my walk to the building.... More next week!
- Oct 13, 11Well. I talked to Kevin Ink this morning, whose former apartment in LA I've been writing about this week, and I am shocked to report--and relieved with the news--that Kevin is healing miraculously after a very serious car accident he suffered more than a year ago that nearly destroyed his right hand. Actually, the accident did destroy his hand; doctors put it back together so beautifully that Kevin says he feels like now he's someone else's work of art: full use of fingers, movement, feeling. He's getting there. He's recuperating with family in New York, and he just emailed me a gorgeous photo of a mobile he's making that requires fine handiwork and miniscule ties--a Murano glass fly is suspended from the work with a human hair.By the way, you can see Kevin's work in Ellen DeGeneres's house in this month's Architectural Digest. I think it's one of his mobiles, and I don't think there's a pic of it online. Page 146.I had collected these images for a post that would show how detailed his work is. I remember one of his mobiles was held together with string, and I'd never seen so many perfectly uniform knots. Some of his mobiles feature straight pins that secure botanical pods. I always loved these, the combination of metal and found objects from nature. Kevin says when he woke up and saw his hand in a contraption with all those pins, "It was like something I would've made!" Needless to say, he's in great spirits, which, he says, is the only way to be.Appreciate your hands today, and your life, OK? Some mobiles and sculptures and things, mostly around the bedroom...
- Oct 12, 11Back to Kevin Ink's place... How beautiful are these hand-knit copper-mesh light pendants? In the earlier post, you can see that this cluster of filament bulbs hangs above a chair where he sits and knits these wire pods. Spools of copper and filament bulbs can be spotted around the house.
- Oct 14, 11I went to Brooklyn last night to hang out with a filmmaker who I'll profile here soon...so much fun! So much wine! Later today, I'll post more from Kevin's. Just as soon as the coffee kicks in.
- Oct 11, 11Many years ago, in another lifetime when I was living in Los Angeles and working in a men's clothing store, I sold a tall man in bright green boots a pair of striped socks. On his way out, he reached into his back pocket, pulled out his Leatherman, and cut off the plastic tag with the blade of the knife."What are you, some sort of craftsman?" I asked. Who carries a Leatherman around West Hollywood! (I'm talking about that multitool used by your everyday Indiana Jones.)Sure, he said, he was a craftsman, or an artist, or a sculptor, or someone who makes things, often with plants. He goes by Kevin Ink, short for Inkawhich. As he became a customer and a friend over the years, I learned he often goes to the local flower markets at 5 am. I learned he makes amazing mobiles from found objects in nature. He also designs gardens, writes music, and he's walked the runway as a model for Yamamoto. He has beautiful hair.See photos of his work here.I recently found these photos--they're from a visit to his Los Angeles pad from a while ago. A long while ago. Above, the living area...that's his lighting glowing above the chair. Below, a sweet seat for knitting wire (I'll show this lighting in a separate post)...a figure...a workspace...boots...a painting space... a bowl of wire, beads, lights, rope...I'll post more from Kevin's this week...
- Oct 07, 11You know? How is it Friday? I've had a matchbook of a week. On Monday I'll start posting pics from the home of the wonderful LA artist, who I can identify now as Kevin Ink. This photo is from Sarah's.Happy weekending!
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- Incl Flavin's 1980s pastels of sailboats? I'm in MT @kelseykeith Dan Flavin drawings, @MorganLibrary http://t.co/6pLNzzxE via @chrispbarleyFeb 22, 12 from web Reply, Retweet, Favorite
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- Lovely piece on "Pina" by Emily Stokes over at the @parisreview: http://t.co/UmKNyppQ Beautiful movie if you haven't seen it, chop, chop.
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In a surprisingly simple yet ridiculously amazing installation for the Queensland Gallery of Modern Art, artist Yayoi Kusama constructed a large domestic environment, painting every wall, chair, table, piano, and household decoration a brilliant white, effectively serving as a giant white canvas.
Over the course of two weeks, the museum’s smallest visitors were given thousands upon thousands of colored dot stickers and were invited to collaborate in the transformation of the space, turning the house into a vibrantly mottled explosion of color.
Given the opportunity my son could probably cover the entire piano alone in about fifteen minutes. The installation, entitled The Obliteration Room, is part of Kusama’s Look Now, See Forever exhibition that runs through March 12.
Frank Zappa with his parents, 1971. More amazing rock family photos from the ’70s here. h/t @TeriTynes
Purples.
Strange Rain is an app released about a year ago, and for a while it was popular — surprisingly so when you consider its ambiguous nature. Is it a music app, an ambient sound effects generator, a game or an enhanced ebook? Apparently, people use it in all of these ways.
Strange Rain…
Great new Tumblr: “Two iPad lovers at the intersection of art, stories, and technology.” Follow, obvs.
nypl:
“It was the best of times. It was the worst of times…”
What would Charles Dickens think about turning 200 today? Well, everyone here at NYPL wishes him (and all his faithful fans) a most wonderful bicentennial! Why don’t you stop by the Stephen A. Schwarzman building and catch a last look at Mr. Dickens’ letter opener (fashioned from his cat’s paw) and his very own reading copy of David Copperfield? They will be on exhibit until March 4, don’t miss out!
Dickens’ cat’s-paw letter opener
Always comforting when famously quoted work/creativity advice is contradictory.
In shades of red and pink, these pretty party dresses are just the thing to wear on Valentine’s Day—whether you’re celebrating with your boyfriend or best friend. Check out our top picks here »
1982 is calling.
I’m continually blown away by Lee Bontecou (who I think should get more props than she does). Don’t miss her show of recent works at FreedmanArt on the Upper East Side through February 11. Seen here: her 1959 wall sculpture, Untitled. (Via Wikipedia.)
Looooove Lee Bontecou. I agree, she deserves more attention. Her retrospective at the Hammer in 2003-2004 was spectacular. The New Yorker keeps including this show in its “Short List.” I’d take a profile, thanks.
“One would become a doctor. One would become a cellist. One would become a UPS driver. One would kill herself. One would kill his father.”
In 1988, two wealthy businessmen offered free college tuition to a classroom of underprivileged kids in Washington. In a three-part series, Paul Schwartzman finds out what happened to the fifth graders from Seat Pleasant Elementary School.
Meteorologists Welcome Newest Cloud Type
Cumulus, nimbus, stratus, cirrus…asperatus? First “discovered” in 2009, scientists have finally named this dramatic and rare cloud occurence as Undulatus Asperatus.
So beautiful.
That’s amazing.
It’s like gauze.
Really? A “new cloud”? I poo-poo this. I’m a cloud classicist.
I met the woman who claims Beowulf as her NY license plate. Bertha Rogers, teacher, poet, Beowulf translator. Epically awesome.
The man whose name was known for courage,
the Geat leader, resolute in his helmet,
answered in return: “We are retainers
from Hygelac’s band. Beowulf is my name.”- An abridged list, in no particular order.
- Edmund Wilson
- poststructuralism
- the Situationists
- “extrainstitutional intellectualism”
- bourbon
- “proletarian meta-narrative”
- the Lost Generation
- Cornell
- Sacre Coeur
- Jonathan Lethem
- The Paris Review
- paradigm
- Jacques Derrida
- French…
This weekend, responses from six LARB contributors
to the continuing Occupy movement.
Image: GStrike Creative Commons CC BY-NC-ND info@gstrike.org
Today:
JOSHUA CLOVER on Occupy Cal and the fight over California education;
MARYAM MONALISA GHARAVI on Occupy Harvard;
andResponses from six LARB contributors to the continuing Occupy movement.
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- SummaryI write on a freelance basis about design, interiors, and trends in living. And other things. My blog, Homebodies, is about the homes of people I visit—somebodies, nobodies and anybodies in between (www.lizarnold.blogspot.com).Experience
- Sept 2010 - PresentTeaching Artist / Teachers & Writers Collaborative
- Mar 2006 - PresentWriter: design, interiors, culture, arts / Freelance Writer
- Mar 2010 - Oct 2011Social Media Editor / WNYC Radio
- Sept 2005 - Mar 2010Editor and Writer / Story Worldwide
- Feb 2009 - Feb 2010Contributing Editor / Surface
- Jan 2008 - Jan 2009Contributing Editor / Lexus magazine
- Jun 2003 - Aug 2005Associate Editor / Western Interiors and Design magazine
- Jan 2003 - Jun 2003Editorial Assistant, Angeleno magazine / Modern Luxury
Education-
2009 - 2011Bennington CollegeMFA in The Writing Seminars (nonfiction)
- University of California, Los AngelesContinuing Education Classes in Journalism
- University of MichiganBA in English Literature
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- I went to U-Mich with Brady. Always a pretty girl on his arm. But no girl was prettier than Brady. Except Gisele.
- I just walked by a vintage clothing store, and it was selling a top from The Limited I owned in high school. The coordinating bracelet was not included.
- Is there any possible way to ask a new neighbor if she could, perhaps, walk more softly, or is that asking for trouble? Sometimes even my guitar reverberates, playing itself.
- As a graduate of the low-residency MFA program, I'm envious that so many friends are heading to Bennington for their winter residency. At least I don't have to say "packet" anymore.
- A house guest who replaces a couple of burnt-out light bulbs in the bathroom--can you believe?! I've aged three years since the improvement.
- Verbs that come to mind when a friend is coming to stay in your place for the holidays: clean, fix, stow, launder, hide, lock, trap, water, vacuum, fluff, unclog...
- Via Tom Christie: Please do me a favor: Hover over my name right here; In a few seconds you'll see a box that says "subscribed." Hover over that and then go to "comments and likes" and un-check it. That will stop my posts and yours to me from showing up on the side bar for everyone to see and limits hackers from invading our profiles. If you re-post this, I'll do the same for you. Thanks.
- "Choosing your Cover Photo: Pick a unique photo from your life to feature at the top of your timeline." So sentimental! And my Timeline is only a month long! Hrmph.
- What is subscribing? Is it when you request someone's friendship and are waiting for them to confirm, if they do? I don't get it. Anyone?
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