Archive for the ‘Future Treasures’ Category

Peaks Season: It Is Happening Again!

Tuesday, May 2nd, 2017

After 26 years, Donna Hayward’s hometown is now but days away from flickering across our TV screens again to set us back under its dark and dwarf-y spell. Which, honestly AND literally, is probably the single most (potentially) treasurable treasure that could ever be created, in my humble opinion!

So my dormant blog about the very best things in the world is basically court-mandated to now reboot and resurrect itself as well in sync with the miraculous return of Twin Peaks.

I’m gonna be reviewing every season 3 episode of Peaks right here. I am singularly qualified to do this for a myriad of reasons.

Reasons One and Two: I’m connected to the internet and I want to.

Reason Three: In 1991 I was in a school play called The Impossible Kiss, and we got to name our own characters, and I named myself James Hurley. (Such credentials!)

Reason Four: Three entire bulletin boards in my teenage bedroom were devoted to magazine tear outs of Sherilyn Fenn, James Marshall, Madchen Amick, Dana Ashbrook, and Lara Flynn Boyle. (Cast hotties only.) Screencaps of un-recently un-earthed posterized footage proves this.

Reason Five: In triple-threat fashion I wrote/directed/starred in a Twin Peaks movie homage when I was 14. And then repeated the magnificent feat when I was 15. It obviously takes true fandom and vision to saddle your little sister under an unkempt Audrey Horne wig and make her brood badly to Badalementi.

Reason Sixty Six: 26 plus years later, in this “New Golden Age of Television”, as much as I’m fascinated by them, nothing the characters of Frank Underwood or Lady Mary or Olivia Pope have done quite titilates or terrorizes me the same way that Audrey Horne’s itchy palms or Leland Palmer’s living room mirror-play ever did.

I still can’t walk to the dark bathroom in the middle of the night without seeing Killer Bob’s greasy grin in every shadow of my imagination. I came of age in the original Twin Peaks era and, to some degree, everything I ever saw on TV was downhill from there (at least for my inner child). That’s how youth and the loss of it works, I think. We’re all trapped in the amber of our 14 year old infatuations, be they The Beatles or Boba Fett, Bieber or Beverly Hills 90210.

Reason A Million And Seven: I’m a boy fan but I refuse to be a fan boy, and I’m going into season 3 of Twin Peaks with a scorned adult’s expectations and eye. I’m not worried that the lustrous legacy of the original show might be forever tarnished by a new slew of small screen stories because I think the series tarnished itself almost instantly when 1990’s season 2 wandered on (and on) to plot lines and characters it was difficult to care about. And then the follow-up 1992 prequel movie Fire Walk With Me further fanned the flames of Peaks’ penchant for zany-coated lameness.

The world myopically credits David Lynch and Lynch alone with Twin Peaks’ original greatness, but he was but one of two creators, and its other, the more straight-laced Mark Frost, had nothing to do with the creation of Fire Walk With Me, and that film’s lack of both narrative clarity and cohesion with the TV series’ Frost-fostered heyday is glaringly apparent.

Unlike The Sound of Music or Rosemary’s Baby or Mad Men or some other revered “classic”, Twin Peaks was brilliant, yes – but not just brilliant. It was also, increasingly, tainted by the hollowly-quirky and it was frequently obtuse to the point of being boring. So as a die-hard fan who’ll only drink cups of Lynch’s not-poisoned Kool-Aid, I’ve no idea whether I’ll adore or abhor the new season. I’m looking to engage with it openly and warmly but then evaluate it for what it is – whatever and however stellar (or not) it is now.

Using all the prior Twin Peaks productions as their canon and coursework, there’s so much material and magic for Lynch and the back-on-board Frost to resurrect and return to wisely. And plenty for them to excise and evade eternally. I will gush or guffaw, accordingly and responsibly, at how they’ve chosen to revive their long-dead drama.

My next post/s, prior to the May 21 premiere, will explore my personal expectations and wish-list-y hopes for season 3, my disappointments related to the published and extensive cast list, and further details regarding my concerns about Lynch’s overly Lynch-y tendencies.

“It Is Happening Again” warned the giant one horrible night, but it made for the most wonderful episode of television I ever saw, and so I’m so, so stoked for just that kind of “Again”-ness. Aren’t you?

Touring Tinseltown

Tuesday, February 25th, 2014

The Ace hotel was our main excuse to return to L.A., but Hurly and I spent plenty of time out and about.



One of the stores we hadn’t checked out during last year’s visit was the California Surplus Mart which is where U.S. military goods go to live/die once they’re honorably discharged.



Downtown at The Last Bookstore I picked up a small stash of trashy old B-movie worthy paperbacks I’ll wait to crack open ’til summer sizzles on in.


Most mornings while we’re vacationing I excitedly rustled Hurly up out of bed hours before shops are even open. We try and kill time best we can, but often times we’ll just sightsee the outside of closed tourist spots, like the cold, misty exterior of the Griffith Observatory, three full hours before doors unlock for the public.


Other than the CW stars we saw on the Ace’s rooftop, our only other real celebrity sighting was technically just a Bravolebrity. We went to Fonuts as featured on Eat, Drink, Love and the lovely Waylynn herself filled our box with half a dozen of the yummiest and most moist non-donuts we’ve ever had.

It was an amusingly unscripted little scene for Hurly and I, and though he isn’t much into donuts at all, he was way into the donuts, fo’sure. Those things stayed un-dry for days.


Last year it was some candlesticks at Lawson Fenning I most regretted not bringing back to Minneapolis from L.A. This year it was this heavy handled copper bowl at Heath Ceramics. It weighed a ton and cost even more…


Whether it’s early in the morning, or too early to head to our dinner reservations, Hurly and I have found that another good way to kill time and see swanky sights is to wander through other guests’  hotels.


We looked at the famous palm-wallpapered coffee shop and hand-stenciled signage at The Beverly Hills Hotel one night.



And enjoyed a quiet breakfast at the Kelly Wearstler-designed Avalon Hotel our final morning.



I’ll skip pretty much any museum visit if it means I can scope out and pose in yet another handsome hotel.

Mama’s Got A Brand New Band

Friday, May 28th, 2010

She didn’t need the rest of Rilo Kiley this time, and she didn’t need the Watson Twins either. But Jenny Lewis didn’t want to do it all by herself, so her boyfriend Jonathan Rice stepped in, and a new record will surely slither into our summer grass come August.

When it comes time, here’s hoping it’s she out of the two who hogs the mic.

Future Treasure: Patches

Wednesday, May 6th, 2009

The one with the G is from Garbstore (allegedly). The one with the Y (already sold but) is from Ballyhoo as shared by ATimeToGet.


I was always an outsider, not invited into many clubs. Smacking cryptic patches on half the clothes I own now might make it seem otherwise though.

If you can’t be part of something, looking like you are can really help soften the blow. Take it from me.

Consumer Confessions – Me First

Monday, February 23rd, 2009

Twice a year I enjoy shelling out $20 for the newest issues of Purple Fashion and Fantastic Man. The fact that these publications are five times as much as an issue of GQ is much, if not all of the appeal. I rationalize that I’m being given access to ideas and inspirations five times too elite and expensive for the average trend-hound.


In the same snobby vein, I’ve promised myself already a bottle of Fantastic Man’s upcoming fragrance from Byredo, having never sampled the scent. I mean, what has its actual scent got to do with it?

Should Fantastic Man: The Cologne actually smell intriguing and edgy once I unwrap my delivery then that’ll be icing…but, in all honesty, its the secret feeling of elitism and rarity that I’ll be spending my money on. Just as when I buy the periodical that spawned it.

This is materialism at its most crass and callow, but also its most innate, no? Fortunately, I approach only the rare purchase in this reckless manner. I’ll explore the more noble and less shameful modes of materialism in future Treasury entries, but for now I’m curious:

What items/genres of material goods do readers buy recklessly – when a daring disregard for price and practicality is integral to the power of the purchase?

Future Treasure: Four Thirds Camera

Thursday, February 12th, 2009

I don’t know how in-the-know others ’round here are about digital camera technology. Apparently, there’s a new category of devices called Micro Four Thirds cameras which are rolling out right about now. Due to a brand new optical set-up these groovy gadgets offer the fancy clarity and depth of a digital SLR camera, but in the pocket-able form factor of a simpler point-and-shoot. (Plus interchangeable lenses.)


I’ve had two digital cameras in my life. A 3.2 megapixel Nikon which I loved right away, and when it broke, a 5.2 megapixel Canon which I never-ever loved. I’ve been patiently awaiting a justifiable opportunity to upgrade and…

I’ve got high hopes for this Olympus Micro Four-Thirds model which was revealed as a prototype last fall and which insiders are buzzing might be released next month. I’m thinking it might do just the trick for me. Luxe in leather…yes please!

Less hack-job-y info on the Four Thirds breakthrough here and then here and also here.

Second Opinions: Chausser Boat Shoe

Friday, January 30th, 2009

These two-toned boat shoes from Chausser leave me a little unsure of what to make of them. I find them a little girly, what with the heel, and a little…ugly, to be blunt.


But I also find them a little awesome – in spite of, or maybe because of everything else. I need a second opinion – what do you think of them?


Available at Blackbird.


Thursday, January 29th, 2009

Recession got you pinching pennies? Carting around one of these thrifty totes by US Rags will slyly suggest otherwise.


Crafted from up-cycled bank depository bags and available at Brooklyn’s Alter shop, my advisors have tagged them a safe investment in these volatile times. They’re more macho than most design-y tote bags, and make a subtle but witty statement in the face of our country’s current financial foibles.

Buy, buy, buy!

Future Treasures no 1.

Monday, January 12th, 2009

Listed below is a hierarchy of the categories of works the Treasury endeavors to publish most frequently, be they in fashion, music, film, design, television, grooming products, decorating, etc…

category 1.
Works in my possession, that I wholly treasure.

category 2.
Works I endeavor to take into my possession, that I hope to realistically be able to treasure in the near future.

category 3.
Handsome works merely floating around in cyberspace.

Presenting with any regularity works in the number 3 category seems somewhat lacking in value for myself or the reader. There are numerous other sources which post in a spare and non-contextual manner the wares which today’s designers and artists are peddling.

There is validity and value in perusing an on-line inspiration board-of-sorts, but that niche is covered and covered well already by other blogs, JJJJound being my preferred source for that slant.

The Treasury was established with the belief that some of the most valuable aesthetic expressions are born in the unpredictable space where an original inspiration shifts its shape in strange and strong new ways on its path to becoming actuality. 

Getting on with it, my first official presentation in the Treasury falls under category 2: A work I hope to possess and treasure some day.


In this case, its a tawny, butterscotch-colored shoe, the idea of which first came across my path this spring via the above photo pulled from (I didn’t know I would be an official Treasurer one day, so I didn’t document the designer/show. I’m sure one of my readers can fill in this blank for me soon enough).

The most tangible source I’ve found so far in my quest for a similar shoe is Blackbird Ballard and their collaboration with Esquivel.


But since times are tougher these days, even on sale at approximately $225 per shoe ($450 if I opted for a complete working pair) my search will unfold beyond these Blackbird beauties.

Where exactly my search will go next, or if it might veer me off in a new direction, or drop me at a destination all together different, I will share with the reader. The examination of materialism in this on-line volume shall require more than just the What, I think. The How and therefore the Who, I think, may illuminate things much more clearly.