No. 28—curated by a guest visitor
A Diane Keaton fan, a funk fueled legacy, a spooky line-up, and an artificial auction.
Frequent Visitors is our little newsletter created to share the things we (over at Frequent Practice) have enjoyed visiting each week. Sometimes related to design, reads, and creativity. Sometimes related to the wonders in between.
As a festive treat (no tricks) we have a beloved guest sharing their finds for today’s issue!!
This Week’s Visits
by ALB
My darlings at FP have so graciously allowed me to co-opt their stunning newsletter with whatever lavish, or otherwise pedestrian finds I dare exhibit.
A quick introduction to preface this week’s bulletin, my name is Annie Louise and I am (in no particular order):
1. A Diane Keaton (and thereby collage) enthusiast,
2. Of the thinking that olive oil and lemons should be consumed in large quantities,
3. And films even more so, and
4. Ever so fond of a list.
With the above front of mind, you can imagine my delight when I was tasked with compiling a list of six discoveries to share with the good people of FV. Here you will find a little of the old and the new, the sophisticated and the crude.
The first order of business, something to set the mood. This is a playlist of songs that remind me of good and loving times spent with my FP pals and others that feel (to me) like the feeling of witnessing genius. Thank God for the artists and poets who contextualize the human experience for our easy digestion.
I would like to take this opportunity to turn you on to Betty Davis (and no, not that one). A singer, songwriter, model, force, she pushed, disregarded, threw out and changed the rules of what women, and specifically Black women, could be and do in the music industry. Davis passed just February of this year, and left behind this very erotic, intelligent, and influential legacy of “pre-punk, fun-blues fusion”.I, for one, am not a fan of baseball*. I am, however, a fan of these One Hundred Baseball Cards. This striking collage series by artist Gray Wielebinski transforms these all-American emblems of masculinity to explore themes of queerness, surveillance, and the destruction of the familiar.
These NANOHANA candles have been occupying a considerable space in my mind for the past week. Their slight tapering on the bottom, their story, their PACKAGING. I’m swooning.
There is something about this Lasse Pettersson and Lennart Notman mag rack that is driving me absolutely crazy at the moment and I can’t quite put my finger on it. Maybe because it’s tall furniture. Or because the lines are so vertical. Or because it feels earnest.
‘Tis the season for chilling, thrilling, and downright terrifying movies. Here are a few of my top picks:
Goke, Body Snatcher from Hell (H. Sato, 1968) – A recommendation from my mom (who is my personal authority on all things movie). We’ve got aliens. We’ve got vampires. We’ve got aliens that turn people into vampire. What more could you possibly want??
The Hitch-Hiker (I. Lupino, 1953) – Considered the only film noir directed by a woman, the brilliant Ida Lupino presents a profoundly dark character study of a sociopath on the run.
Play Misty for Me (C. Eastwood, 1971) - A hot psycho and a radio show host.
Pearl (T. West, 2022) - I will not be watching this because I am afraid of the wind, but I have it on good authority (aka this review from Martin Scorsese) that this movie is properly horrifying. I hope to be brave enough to watch an A24 movie one day.
House of Wax (A. DeToth, 1953) – One cannot, in good faith, conclude the spooky season without at least one Vincent Price movie.
Important Artifacts and Personal Property from the Collection of Lenore Doolan and Harold Morris, Including Books, Street Fashion, and Jewelry by Leanne Shapton is a story told through stuff. The stuff that defines us. The letters and backgammon sets and Frette travel pillows in pale green and take-out menus that accumulate to a life lived. And in this case, a life auctioned off.
The story of Lenore (NYT food writer) and Harold (haughty photographer) takes the form of an auction catalog (are you freaking kidding me?!), with all the glamour and opulence of our Prophet. Amen.
That’s all folks. Beyond grateful to you for hearing me out + I hope you enjoyed your visit. A special thank you to my loved ones at FP for your trust in me + for being the reason I check my email.
As always, we’d love to learn about some of your favourite finds by reading + responding to all of your replies to this email!
Until next time,
Your pals at FP + ALB.