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The Wandering Eye: Cuban Art On The Hudson

Our Wandering Eye blogger, interior designer Carey Maloney, and his husband, architect Hermes Mallea, are principals in the Manhattan based design firm M (Group). He signed on with Rural Intelligence early on to document the restoration of their neighbor’s historic manse, but over time his mind and his eye have wandered to topics further afield.

Hermes’s Cuban connections (I call them the R’s – all their names start with R. And I wonder why they don’t like me?? ☺ ) alerted him to an exhibition of the work of the late Cuban painter and printmaker Belkis Ayón (1967-1999) at FRG Objects and Design Gallery, 217 Warren Street.

FRG Objects and Design is showing prints and paintings by Belkis Ayón through September 30 in its handsome space (above Ackermans Appliances). Ayón’s work is classified as Cuban artistic patrimony and isn’t exportable, so the show at FRG is an opportunity to see and buy rarities. Love that.

Belkis Ayón

Ayón was very interested in the Afro Cuban all-male secret society, Abakua. The imagery and references are thick – Cubans don’t do ‘thin.’ There was suspicion when Ayón committed suicide that perhaps she had been killed by members angered at her exposure of secret rituals. She began exhibiting in Cuba in 1988 as the Soviet Union began to fall. With the dissolution of Cuba’s primary source of support, the country fell into what became known as The Special Period in Time of Peace, a decade of extreme economic deprivation. There was very little food and there certainly were no printmaking materials. So Ayón created her own techniques incorporating varied materials – necessity is the mother of invention and Cubans are unparalleled at making do with what they have.

This NPR story focuses on an exhibition of her work that took place in Havana in 2009. And check out an Abakua dancing the Rhumba via the Congo. 



Belkis Ayón Exhibit
FRG Objects & Design
217 Warrent St., 2nd Floor
Hudson, NY
(646) 483-9109

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Posted by Lisa Green on 08/25/14 at 10:12 AM • Permalink

The “Best Of The Interwebs,” According To The Wandering Eye

Our Wandering Eye blogger, interior designer Carey Maloney, and his husband, architect Hermes Mallea, are principals in the Manhattan based design firm M (Group). He signed on with Rural Intelligence early on to document the restoration of their neighbor’s historic manse, but over time his mind and his eye have wandered to topics further afield.

Walking to work, pondering on the next blog, I quickly start to ponder on more important things — like work.

And at work, we use the Interweb a lot to scout out antiques, check the specs on all sorts of products, suss out images, follow and engage with social media (hahaha — Hermes will argue that is a transparent attempt at my rationalization of web surfing on company time).

Okay, let’s have a “make up a dirty caption” contest!

I am constantly amazed at the new sites I am introduced to – and the information they provide.  The new hardware out there is pretty rad too. Sadly, I am also constantly amazed at how uninformed and computer illiterate many of my peers remain — and how resistant to new technology they are. Way back when this whole mess started, 20 years ago, when we graduated from a typewriter to a word processor to a 100-pound Dell computer, I declared I was not going to be completely left behind.  This mutton was going to make every attempt to keep up with the computer savvy lambs.

Sublime.

And I do love me a new toy. So, to Hermes’s dismay we’ve ended up with a herd of Nest thermostats and a security system I can access — and watch! —  from anywhere. We have iPads to run the house and wacky WiFi that requires three “zones” and lets me work/play outside or in. I tried out those fitness bracelets (wonder where that thing went?) and I would long for a pair of Apple glasses but the frames are très unflattering.

Oh — and as to the Cuban. His Luddite tendencies are deeply ingrained. I ran to the grocery store last weekend and when I returned, it took me a moment to realize the television in the kitchen was on — Hermes was cooking. I didn’t know he knew how to turn on the television!!!!  I was so proud — and then scared. It was like Baby’s First Word, and the brats never shut up again until they are surly teens. Turns out changing the channel was a step too far — but it’ll happen.

So here are a few products and sites that are current favorites…

A screen grab of someone in Austin — it’s 102 degrees! Texas: Conservative AND hot. Bad combo.

NEST

First – look at the damn thing. What’s not to love? It is handsome. Ours operates both heating and cooling. Over time it learns your schedule and routines (not as creepy as it sounds) and the NEST incorporates that information into the functions. 

These things are precise. If you aren’t in a room for a period of time, it goes to sleep, kicking off the energy-sucking compressors or boiler. I can remotely turn on the heat when we leave the garage in town, and Hermes’s bedroom is warm when he arrives. (Trust me – this is KEY. When I forget and the house is cold upon arrival, my blood runs colder.)

They aren’t cheap (hahahaha) but they do save energy. Granted, I don’t know how long it will take to recoup my investment — if ever. Like the PC Rhinebeck clients who put in a geothermal system (we used the same company that Bard dorms use… Super-size me!) to save energy, but it cost seven figures. Sorta cancels out the benefits, but it’s nice that they tried.

PANDORA AND SPOTIFY

Here is a screen grab of my Pandora.

Pandora is a music service you pay $4.99 a month for. Try it out for free — with commercials — and then subscribe if you like it. We love it. You put in a musical artist or genre and the service pulls similar songs by “similar” artists and creates a playlist that goes on and on and on. You hear things you know and things you don’t. 

Spotify is $9.99 a month and lets you choose an artist and then gives you access to complete albums to create a playlist. I haven’t figured it out yet — it takes a bit of effort to get up and running. But my 20- and 30-something friends swear by it, so I am giving it three months to figure out.

The M(Group) Stuff Pinterest page.




PINTEREST

I resisted this site for a loooong time. I thought it was another useless “design” site with dopes posting useless self-aggrandizing photos. But then I played around with it and realized its value. Say you want images of “American Empire Furniture.” The search turns up scores of images with that hashtag and the pics are posted by antiques dealers, museums and generally savvy type people — and sure, some dummies. I found the perfect porch shades to show our next door neighbors. I found my book, STUFF, with slews of entries (gratifying). Then I found Hermes’s book under “Havana Houses” and he blows STUFF out of the water… (I hate him).

Yesterday I needed to show a client how his apartment would glow with high-gloss Dutch paint ceilings throughout. This isn’t exactly a budget-friendly suggestion. It’ll be a pricey ceiling. He kept kvetching, “I can’t envision it.” But under “high-gloss ceiling” I found endless examples and the deal was done. (Well, in reality he kept saying he couldn’t imagine it until Hermes weighed in. Hermes, they believe.)

[Editor’s note: We’re on Pinterest, too. You can find Rural Intelligence’s Pinterest pages here.]

SONOS

OK — when the Interweb crashes and the WiFi dies, we’ll be back to a transistor radio and rabbit ears on the TV. In the meantime, pitch the old stereo and big speakers with wires — for wireless SONOS.

These self-contained units connect wirelessly. We have them all over the place. And they’re so portable: just unplug, move and boot back up. Your personal music is on it — your radio stations and Podcasts. Pandora and Spotify. Everything in one place. You can listen to different things on each module, so I can “Wiggle Wiggle Wiggle” while El Jefe listens to Poulenc.

Frankie Maloney’s summer job: lifeguard.

And after spending all that dough on new hardware and subscriptions, with all that money you must have left over, I suggest you put in a pool. Our house cries out for a Gunite extravaganza with lots of old stone around it. I heeded the call to the best of my ability. Went on Amazon and for $36 got me a wading/soaking pool that I love. It took me 20 minutes to set it up and stick the hose in. Two hours later, I was happily floating and re-reading I, Claudius

Hermes has resigned himself to it. At first he was horrified it was within sight of our neighboring Carmelite sisters. I made him walk over there and look, and as long as I keep my britches on, it can stay. Frankly, it’s best for everyone if I keep my britches on.

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Posted by Lisa Green on 07/21/14 at 02:17 PM • Permalink

The Wandering Eye Jumps On The Valley Harvest Bandwagon

Our Wandering Eye blogger, interior designer Carey Maloney, and his husband, architect Hermes Mallea, are principals in the Manhattan based design firm M (Group). He signed on with Rural Intelligence early on to document the restoration of their neighbor’s historic manse, but over time his mind and his eye have wandered to topics further afield.

Our new favorite lunch spot, on Route 9G in Germantown.

OK, I have written one restaurant “review” in the past. I’m not a Foodie. Hermes says what I eat should not actualy sustain a “normal” (air quotes) human. But it seems to work for me. My body is a temple.

 

My mantra is Proximity. I have driven past Valley Harvest Ice Cream and Grill on Route 9G for years and never stopped. For no good reason. I love me some ice cream, but obviously not enough to pull over.

Tout Germantown turns out. Baby Russell is sleeping in that car, which sort of explains why they chose to park it “in” the outdoor restaurant.

 

Then Frankie and I made the leap, stopped for a burger and fries, and I jumped on the Valley Harvest bandwagon. That was one excellent burger. And the fries are real, recognizable potatoes. The seating is al fresco so Frankie could legally hang out by the table — the big hook for me.

Jon does the double-fisted chocolate shake delivery.

Last week I shared my find with parent friends who have a place in Tivoli. On Saturday, low and behold, there they were, with sleeping baby parked adjacent in the car, chowing down on burgers, hot dogs (amazing looking), onion “petals’” and fries. We joined them, and Hermes tried the chicken Caesar wrap and raved. Me, I stick to what I know, the burger. All agreed (and two were real foodies) that the food was good. And both commented that the lady who did the cooking had been concerned that all was well: “She’s so nice!” These were unexpected developments.

The owner, Loretta Fisher, has owned and run Valley Harvest for nine years. A Germantown native and a graduate of Columbia Greene Community College, she has been in the food industry all of her life. Her focus is on fresh, local produce. She told me, proudly “We only have one frozen item on the menu: mozzarella sticks for the kids.” Then she added, guiltily, “I guess I could do them fresh.” No need, Loretta. Save your energy for the adults. Childrens’ little palettes aren’t very developed. 

Look at those fries. Damn… and that lettuce looks like lettuce!

Local and fresh are too rare in our neck of the woods. Years ago the Germantown Fire Department or garden club or some organization put together a cookbook. I turned to Apple Pie—the county is covered with orchards, right? Well, the recipe started with canned apples and things went downhill from there. (Who knew they made canned apples??) 

Valley Harvest is fast and inexpensive too—but not too fast or too cheap. Each order is cooked after you order. Me, I find it reassuring that the food doesn’t emerge 30 seconds after you pay. In the city, when I Seamless.com my Chinese takeout, I can barely exit the site before the doorman calls up, “Food delivery.” That speedy execution always worries me.

Peppermint Chocolate Chip rendered in plywood. LOVE.

Sit outside and admire the nice little tables and potted plants. Watch the cars on 9G. Read the paper. Or Rural Intelligence.

Valley Harvest Ice Cream & Grill
6 Palatine Park Road, Germantown, NY
(518) 537-6266
Weekdays (except Tuesdays) 11 a.m. until 9 p.m. Weekends noon to 9 p.m. Nine p.m. is way sophisticated for Germantown.

 

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Posted by Lisa Green on 06/23/14 at 03:06 PM • Permalink

Stair Galleries: Finds From A Friend (Tom Noonan)

RUN…DON’T WALK! Time is short and the merch is top quality, so get to Stair Galleries and view the sale slated for Saturday, May 17 – Confluence: The Collection of Tom Noonan. Sadly, Tom has decided to close up his shop, Noonan Antiques.

Tom’s iconic “signage: graced Warren Street for many years. I’ll miss her.

For those of us who have shopped Hudson for decades (ouch!), Tom Noonan has always been on the very short list of Dealers Who Cannot be Missed. His shop was full of the best things – Empire furniture, African art, Grand Tour souvenirs, and Turkish textiles – things Hermes and I coveted - and sometimes even bought. Check out noted antiques dealer and writer, Angus Wilkie’s, essay on Tom.

Tom’s things cover the Stair ground floor and the auction house has installed the collection beautifully (which by the way is WAY HARD!). Weave your way around – and I guarantee there will be things you want Some of the highlights are a group of 19th century obelisks, a pair of large painted terracotta garden urns, English library steps, charming architectural models, Thai lacquer boxes, a Swedish neoclassical console and an array of table and floor lamps.

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This is the living room of a guest house we built and decorated in Katonah. I can count six Noonan purchases in this shot.

What’s not to love?

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A seated Bodhisattva in front of a remarkable faceted mirror.

Meanwhile, upstairs is MORE treasure from various owners. All in all – May 17 and May 18 will be good shopping days in Hudson.

 

A Chinese scholar’s rock on a very smart “modern” Neo Classical fruitwood chest with a 1950s wood screen behind.


Stair Galleries: The Confluence of Tom Noonan
549 Warren Street, Hudson
Previews through May 16
Auction May 17-18, 11 a.m.

 

 

 

 

 

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Posted by Lisa Green on 05/05/14 at 10:21 PM • Permalink

The Wandering Eye: A Social Media Surf Report

These blogs evolve – quickly – from one simple idea, in this case local online resources that are useful and/or amusing, into a crazed rant, this time on social media. Then I rein in, edit like a fiend, and the piece is still too long and way too “elastic”’ Or, per Hermes,“rambling and boring.”

Oh well.

Harsh realization: writing “nice’” about something — new restaurant, old historic house — really isn’t as much fun as picking an annoying topic and ranting.  Granted, one of the topics I could rant about are the ranters that have nothing nice to say, ever.

Do as I say, not as I do…

FACEBOOK

First – it’s for Old People now. The young and cool are leaving in droves and da Boomers have taken over. I miss the kids but I guess they were just too busy. (As I write this I see an article that Facebook is “unbundling to become nimbler.” So great minds think alike — they need Change with a capital C.)

 

 

Five is too many. Trust me — I know from personal experience.

I committed “Facebookacide” a few years ago. I’d dithered for months — love hate love hate — then I returned to town one Sunday night and there was a Friend Request from my brother’s fifth ex-wife. (“OMG… Noooo!”) That was the push I needed. In 30 seconds I was officially, and happily, off Facebook. 

Six months later, Hermes published his (damn) book, Great Houses of Havana, and to get a “commercial” page I had to reopen my personal page. There it was, glowing on the screen, that infamous last request, the last action taken.  I was back…

And I like it. I like the news pages (VICE, the New York Times).  I like reconnecting (actually had lunch with my college roommate after a 25-year hiatus).  I like the political orgs (Freedom to Marry, Media Matters, Being Liberal). I enjoy tempered users — infrequent, interesting posts — even my second cousin’s birthday. Short and sweet.

Now – the inevitable “but’”...

FACEBOOK TMI

The Facebook ADD’ers (see one of my favorite resources, Urban Dictionary, for a full list of Facebook terms ) seem to have one focus in life: keeping us informed of their every move.  You would have thought they’d have burned out.  But no…

It’s a long way from FAT (Fresno Yosemite) to FUK (Fukuako, Japan) . I lost ten minutes of what’s left of my life looking up “dirty” airport codes on the International Air Transport System site.

I see what airport you are flying out of or into — not that I can tell where the hell you are going from three letters. I see when you change your profile picture — over and over — and I remember when you looked like that — hotter and younger — and it was decades ago. I see your recipes and know why your weight is an issue. I see your children and grandchildren and I pity all concerned.

 

 


FACEBOOK BIRTHDAYS

And what is the birthday thing? Seems very forced and detached.  A bunch — or not — of joyful greetings with lots of exclamation points followed by a gracious “Thank you to all my friends. I feel so loved.”  OK….  if you say so….  Early on I cleverly/frantically updated my personal information at 11:45 p.m. on my birthday eve and dodged that bullet. I might see it’s your birthday on Facebook. But if I care, I send you an email.

 

 

FACEBOOK INDISCRETIONS

And that line between professional and personal is crossed and re-crossed.  One guy I’m acquainted with has over 2,000 friends — mostly, I assume, business. I’ll bet over 50 percent of his posts include references to alcohol. “Is it too early for a Bloody Mary at LaGuardia?” he posts. If you have to ask….  I don’t block him; I’m waiting for the rehab post.

 

OK. OK.  I’m not done but I’ll stop.

Back to the original theme: useful Internet resources. These are a few websites I use frequently, local and beyond. 

RURAL INTELLIGENCE

First and most obvious, this one – Rural Intelligence.com.

After you read the new weekly offerings, scroll down to Instant Intelligence (great name!) for lots of current info on upcoming events, and links. Like any site, you have to take a few minutes and dig a bit to see what they offer. In RI’s case, there’s gold in them thar archives, including lots of party pictures.

Click on this box from the home page.

For the non readers, there’s the Rural Intelligence Report on Robinhood Radio (tagline: “slightly off … but very good.”) 

(Editor’s note: That’s all, Carey? I mean, really…)

 


STAIR GALLERIES


Stair Galleries puts their auction catalogs online a couple of weeks before the sale. Pre-shop from home,  but make every effort to actually see (and touch) the things you want in person. (I have too many stories on that subject. It was Hermes who firmly established the “Do Not Buy It Unless You Have Touched It” rule.)

 

 

 

1stDIBS.com

Shop Warren Street in Hudson from the comfort of your bedroom.  Sign up for 1stdibs.com. Lots of the best local dealers are on this site.


ZILLOW

All the local real estate guys have websites but I usually go to Zillow  for my late-night property shopping.  I love the way the site lets me see exactly where I am looking.  Location location location.


TOO MANY!!!

Ok,  this little blog concept could morph into a book. So here’s an idea — homework!  (Homework??? I sense a universal mouse movement up to the back button). Share the sites you use. Feel free to add ideas at the Rural Intelligence Facebook page (this one I like) and maybe we can do a followup blog. 

 


 


 

 

 

 

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Posted by Lisa Green on 04/22/14 at 08:53 AM • Permalink

The Wandering Eye: A Palm Springs Primer

Our Wandering Eye blogger, interior designer Carey Maloney, and his husband, architect Hermes Mallea, are principals in the Manhattan based design firm M (Group). He signed on with Rural Intelligence early on to document the restoration of their neighbor’s historic manse, but over time his mind and his eye have wandered to topics further afield…as in Palm Springs afield.

Our little home away from home.

Last week we were in Palm Springs for my birthday. The stars aligned and our BFF Barbara gave us her house and we got seats on the once-a-week direct flight.

Our pad is called “Casablanca.” One NYC acquaintance came by for a drink and insinuated the name was jokey.

A good Oscar is a great accessory.

Then he saw the Best Picture Oscar for Casablanca on a bookshelf and suddenly was happily hashtagging #casablanca on Instagram.

The bar for holiday discourse was set pretty low (note spelling).

The house is wonderfully laid out, with all the bedrooms opening directly onto the pool courtyard. It’s decorated with things from her parents’ houses (Billy Haines and Maison Jansen), from her pre M (Group) days (Jay Spectre and Fanny Brice), until we got in there, added M (Group) stuff, and stirred it all up.

So this month, here are a few of our favorite things out in the desert. Rural Intelligence likes me to focus locally, but my eye wanders globally.  And so many people are visiting Palm Springs these days. This blog is my new advice package.

A piece of unsolicited advice: Don’t ask your “knowledgeable” friend — me —  for travel suggestions, then ignore all the ideas and complain later about places I never suggested.

Would you buy a used car from this man?

Do not compound the issue with the (stupid) line, “The concierge at The Parker said blah blahblah…” Listen to a concierge and you get what you deserve. The Parker ain’t the Ritz.

SITES TO SEE and PLACES TO SHOP

The Palm Springs Aerial Tramway

Okay, this idea was a winner. Since we had a Palm Springs neophyte, I thought we’d take the tram up to the top of the mountain. Fun tourist thing — we did it many, many moons ago. It’s so close to the house and so novel, what’s not to love? And the views must be spectacular… 8,500 feet up.

The happy crew, $100 lighter (huh?) in our $27 (huh?) pre-departure photo op.

Eleven minutes doesn’t sound like a long time. This is a treat, right? Fun? Well, on that effing tram, 11 minutes becomes an eternity. A mile-and-a-half up, it sways and swerves towards staggering huge granite walls.

OMG. We are gonna die….

And the interior cab revolves as it rises, adding an extra level of disorientation and terror. By minute five our guest was semi-fetal, clutching a pole with his hat pulled down and his eyes closed. I spent my 11 minutes watching him with barely disguised glee. He has now officially been punished for (almost) all past transgressions.


Desert Hills Premium Outlet Mall

Okay, it’s an outlet mall. But it is 20 minutes from our house and it’s a California “premium” outlet mall. Big, clean and easy to navigate. You must follow these simple directions. ALWAYS and ONLY get there by 10:30 a.m. (opens at 9 for holidays and 10 normally) and you will be walking out at noon, against a growing wave of Pacific Rim shoppers. Until noon, you own the place. After noon — horrors…

Yea! A welcome new addition to the outlet lineup. Power walk the circuit.

 

We are in and out of places fast. Etro, LoroPiana, Tse, Tods, Barney’s (good socks). Drop off those bags in car trunk and continue to St Laurent, Gucci, Brunello Cucinelli, Clarks, J Crew, Bose — on and on.

 

 

 


The Galleria on Palm Canyon

The best shops in a great building. Our friend Jim and his tenants are the smartest things in town. Art, antiques, books, vintage clothes.

Me and my book party window. I was so proud! And they’ve flogged over a 100 copies — my retail heroes.

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Here are Hermes and our hostess admiring the STUFF window The Galleria did for a book party. They got the Book Promotion Award.

 

 

Bon Vivant

I love this. LOVE. From Bon Vivant.

We always buy something here. That statement in itself should get you in the door. Last trip, I got a fab little bronze Chihuahua ashtray by John Foster. It was so good my hostess guilted me into giving it to her. A year later she relented and gave it back to me for my birthday. Great prices and Patrick and James are nice guys.

 

 


Cardenas Grocery Store

Mexican Coke with real sugar…the best.

A recent discovery: A huge Mexican grocery store. I hate food shopping and I love this place. Such nice staff — when I asked for bunuelos the lovely lady ‘splained how it would be very easy to make my own. She was so pretty and sweet I didn’t even laugh.

We now do all our grocery shopping here. There is so much to see (A tortilla factory! The pinata department! The Mexican Village façade in produce!) that I stay out of Hermes’ hair. I become one of those “unattended children” running around. Or I just stand there watching the show, dumbfounded, which is what I got “looks” for last time. El Jefe says he keeps waiting to hear his name over the PA system, calling him to Lost and Found.

 

DINING
Fine and not so fine. But fun
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El Mirasol South , aka El Queerasol — very Palm Springs.

  El Mirasol Norte at the Los Arboles Hotel

Tout Palm Springs shows up. They say. We never see anyone. Pretty lame food (sorry! but it is) but it scratches our Mexican food itch. Go to the Norte. Eat outside. (Once our friend Carl was Suzanne Summers’ houseguest. They showed up at El Mirasol South with Merv Griffin, Neil Sedaka, Dianna Ross and Cher. He said that was one stunned restaurant.)


Ace Hotel Coffee Shop

We like this place. Good food, good menu (not too long) and there always seems to be a table. The motel is very snappy — fun, sophisticated design.

We resisted the Ace (trendy and young) then embraced it (trendy and young).

 


Sherman’s Deli and Bakery

Last Saturday, as we were leaving for the airport and passed Sherman’s, Hermes said, “My only regret this trip was not having German chocolate cake.” As regrets go….

That cake is sick. And not good sick. Just sick. Sweet and huge. We always share a slice. It’s one of his only bad habits.

We’ve seen this gentleman at Sherman’s. Festive or frightening? A fine line.

Before that cake we share the enormous chopped salad. We aren’t the sharing food type, “Are you kidding? It’s mine. Order your own dessert.” But you’re nuts not to share at Sherman’s.

So, some ideas. Pick a place with a good pool and you won’t really want to do much anyway. We have a good time in the Coachella Valley and return East with complete desert burnout,  probably with lower blood pressure, but definitely a bit dumber. Works for me.

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Posted by Lisa Green on 03/24/14 at 10:15 AM • Permalink

The Wandering Eye: Back At The Porch

Our Wandering Eye blogger, interior designer Carey Maloney, and his husband, architect Hermes Mallea, are principals in the Manhattan based design firm M (Group). He signed on with Rural Intelligence early on to document the restoration of their neighbor’s historic manse, but over time his mind and his eye have wandered to topics further afield. Here he returns to the original inspiration for the blog, and picks up on the design trail with an update on the porches.

Hermes and I enjoy our upstate projects – a big old spread in Rhinebeck we renovated from stem to stern, our next-door neighbor’s, and even our own house — not that we do much renovating there.  We have nice contractors, and they have nice sub contractors, and the pricing is tame compared to Manhattan or LA.  So we are enjoying our neighbor’s project as it chugs to completion.

The river façade is almost done — waiting for the “uppers.”

You may remember that I first started writing for Rural Intelligence in 2008, documenting the renovation of the handsome 1860’s Italianate house next door to us, and contributed several blog posts about the porches. For the back story, please check out the ‘history’ of the porch renovation in past blogs. “The Porches: New and Improved” and “The Porches: The Design Phase Heats Up.”

And indeed, the porches are moving along.  Not at the pace I would have chosen… I loves me a Fast Track job.  But everyone else seems pleased so who am I to impose my standards? (Hahahaha!!!  That is so funny!)

 

The Plan.

The heavy lifting is done.  As you can see from the blueprints, the base is complete and only the upper rows of balustrades are in the works.  There was talk that the uppers were overkill; this talk wasn’t Hermes or me, of course.  Sometimes overkill is good!  We have the added ammo of a vintage photograph of the house with the uppers. (“Look! Proof!!! What more do you people want from me!?”)

Take the Way Back Machine to the 1920s — there were porches and awnings

Seeing the entrances without them makes it pretty obvious they need to be done.  They “raise the tone,” as it were. 

The mahogany should stand up to the tests of time.

That woodwork is beautifully executed.  Mahogany painted a lovely Donald Kaufman Color Collection white.  Although I am spoiled by Don’s custom color work, we often opt for his “off the rack” colors for exterior work — makes touchup or repainting easier than a custom color.

Frankie is our building inspector. Nothing gets past him.

After the upper balustrades get done, the rest of the woodwork, all the way up, will get a fresh coat of paint.  The old beautiful brick with its thin cement lines is wonderful so the white I chose is much softer than the old “dead white;” it’s a warmish white that is sort of recessive. 

This porch is built for the long haul. It will get a beating from the weather and the sun, facing west with nothing much between us and the Catskills to deaden the onslaught.

Washington Irving hit the nail on the head with the bowling analogy. The thunder rolls up the river — it’s wild.

The Hudson Valley weather systems hammer us — it is completely Rip Van Winkle bowling balls as the thunder rolls up the valley.

 

Hermes designed nifty structural glass panels above the cellar windows.  They allow for some natural light down there. (BTW – “down there” is huge. Super outdoor furniture storage and potting area.  Love it.)

The glass freaks him out.  And not much freaks Frankie out.

The storm windows are being pitched out so the windows can operate fully (they rise up into tall recesses) and we can walk through them. It’s all about opening things up and getting as much light as we can.  Given the size and number of the windows, this isn’t that hard.

 

Meanwhile, inside the house, the former pantry and breakfast room have been gutted and are being turned into a kitchen and breakfast room.

The future kitchen with great windows and ceiling height.

The kitchens in these old houses were originally in the basements and when this house was renovated in the 1960s the owners installed a prosaic suburban kitchen and, oddly, kept it underground.

His eye level and our eye level are vastly different experiences.

There were a couple of windows and it wasn’t horrible. In fact, Pancho, my late Chihuahua, liked the subterranean location: he could stand outside and be at eye level with the cook, which was key to his plaintive begging.

 

With three big windows and 14- foot ceilings, we are off to a good start. The photo is the gutted space. It’ll end up with a vestibule with a large coat closet (it is off the front hall, close to the entrance) and a powder room.  And a biggish kitchen and a nice breakfast room that opens onto the dining porch.  They don’t know it yet, but moving from below grade to this aerie will be huge for the family. HUGE.

The rooms will be paneled up to a very high plate rail.  We haven’t come up with the “scheme” yet — stone and paint colors will come soon.  It’ll be very traditional and hopefully very appropriate to the house.

The dining room, next to the breakfast room, is “done.” The windows are triple sash and rise waaaay up.

We aim for the evolutionary look that the houses along our stretch have. Multiple renovations by multiple generations can look like a hodgepodge. Or, as it will with this house, they can have charm and a bit of quirkiness. 

This is, of course, the worst time of the year to take pictures of the exterior of a house. Brutalized grass, messy snow patches, barren trees.  (It is also the best time to house shop. See that potential new house at its worst — the best!).  In the snapshots you can see the new walkways, beds and trees.  Our favorite landscape architects, Kelly, Varnell, Virgona came in the early fall and knocked out the first phase of hardscape and landscape.

The dining porch on the south side of the house will have great light all day.

Happily, there was a treasure trove of big old slabs of bluestone stacked in a barn — so much better than new (although, in a few years, new looks prettyold.).  And we mixed in some gravel; we love a gravel path — the look, the feel and the sound.

So that is the February update.  When you see this place next, it’ll have all its woodwork, all its new paint, and all that plant material will be thriving!

The landscape plan, sadly without color —KVV does pretty colored renderings.

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The Dog Blog (Frankie Update)

Baby Frankie, nee Stan

We welcome back our Wandering Eye blogger, interior designer Carey Maloney. He and his husband, architect Hermes Mallea, are principals in the Manhattan based design firm M (Group). Carey signed on with Rural Intelligence four years ago to document the restoration of their neighbor’s historic manse, but over time his mind and his eye have wandered to topics further afield. Carey returns to his blog after recovering from his whirlwind promotional tour for his first book, Stuff: The M(Group) Interactive Guide to Collecting, Decorating with, and Learning about, Wonderful and Unusual Things.


                                             

So three years ago I wrote a blog to mourn the death of my Pancho (He Was a Very Good Boy) and to celebrate my Frankie’s adoption process (It’s a Boy!).To start the new year, I thought maybe an update was appropriate.

Update.  Frankie is perfect! OMG. Perfect. What a cute little animal. Fourteeen personable pounds of skin and bone and fabulous hair. No colorist could copy that hair. Overall, he has a sort of Late Period Picasso look. 

Frankie could have been a Picasso muse.  His look is very “Late Period.”













 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
He is sweet and obedient, always looking to me for further instructions.  Now, if only Hermes was capable of learning some of these simple lessons.  That ain’t happening.

I once asked a Parisian antiques dealer his dog’s name. He responded, without an iota of irony and with typical French distain, that his “son’s name” was Didier. Son!? Okaaaaay. Certainly put me in my place — and frankly, my place was a far healthier place to be. I’d be proud if Frankie was the fruit of my loins, but he’s a little dog. I know this. That Pet Parent marketing label used on doggie commercials scares me. Granted, “owner” is harsh, but “pet parent” is cray cray. How about BFF? That works…
  I’ll have a Croque Madame and my son, Didier, will have the Steak Tartare, s’il vous plait?

Anyway, Frankie came to me via the perfectly named Perfect Pet Rescue based in Columbia County. I have yet to meet the people who run this organization but they do great Work with a capital W. They travel south and select dogs from the notorious “kill” shelters in Georgia. They have them vetted and chipped and put in foster care until they bring a rented van load up north. Then the dogs are put in foster care again locally until they are adopted. Such a labor of love by many volunteers.

Our Rural Intelligence editor, Lisa Green, got her Dixie-born Zoey from a similar source. Two years ago, on Christmas Eve, she waited in a very cold Home Depot parking lot waaaay upstate. Finally, a van pulled up, out popped her puppy, and there she stood — a stunned new Pet Parent. 

Zoey Green

The Rural Intelligence four-county area has lots of sources for adopting a pup. The wonderful Columbia Greene Humane Society is in Hudson. Search their “Adoptables” for your own Peanut, Buddy, or Slim.  (FYI, it’s okay to rename them — Frankie was Stan. He likes Frankie better. And he was only Stan for a few weeks.)  Search “animal adoption” by county for your local SPCA.
Maude is in Hudson, looking for love in all the wrong places…

Okay – what is up with all the crazy people getting Service Dog permits for their lap dogs so they can ride on their laps/out of crate on flights?  Even I, who could (sadly) easily convince my shrink to give me such a permit, draw the line. 
Yeah, right… The little heart makes it very ‘official’ looking…

On two recent flights I have been in a row with women with “service” dogs. Granted, the chicks looked plenty nuts without the pup; with a pup should be grounds for involuntary commitment. One kept singing — very audibly — to herself. Mildly worrying. SUPER annoying. I felt for that poor dog.

                Save me!  She’s driving me crazy!!


Finally, since you will need to keep your pooch occupied (read: Very Tired), try out Agility Training at Karen Garelik’s “Doc’s Canine Obedience, Behavior and Agility Center in Red Hook and across the river in Kingston. 

Frankie and I love the Doc. She tried to teach us agility training — at which he excelled and I petered out.  (FYI – the human has to lead the dog… Who knew? Fun = Dog running around track doing tricks. Not Fun = ME struggling around the damn course doing tricks. So we completed our Certificate of Attendance (he thinks he graduated with honors) and that was that. Doc has an outdoor space for summer and an indoor space for winter. No excuses. Hated that too…

Frankie deserved a trophy for his agility.  I was going to buy him one and lie (“Precious, you won! You are so smart!”).  Then I saw them. Woof… I don’t need a ‘trophy’ that looks like a section of colon on a lawn.

Who remembers “Captain Haggerty’s School for Dogs” on the Upper East Side?  LOVED that name… Check out his obit in The New York Times.  Who knew?


The Captain – on the left. Not quite what I expected. Sorta “Silence of the Lambs.” “Precious!!!”


Let’s break away from the canine/feline domestic animal grind and adopt Farm Animals!  OMG. I want a goat and a pig. And a donkey and a peacock!  (Hermes says No, no, no, and definitely no). I’ll bet the Hudson Valley Animal Rescue and Sanctuary can help.

OMG. Please????? I ask for so little in life….

 

 

 

Hermes – he’s the one flailing around - has issues with the Southwood goats.  Our frequent, funny, and voracious trespassers. 

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Local Exotica in Hudson

Rural Intelligence ArtsOur Wandering Eye blogger, interior designer Carey Maloney, and his husband, architect Hermes Mallea, are principals in the Manhattan based design firm M (Group). He signed on with Rural Intelligence four years ago to document the restoration of their neighbor’s historic manse, but over time his mind and his eye have wandered to topics further afield. Carey returns to his blog after just having released his first book, “Stuff: The M(Group) Interactive Guide to Collecting, Decorating with, and Learning about, Wonderful and Unusual Things.”  “Stuff” has garnered coverage in The New York Times Magazine, TIME.com, and Veranda, and is the Book of the Month in the March 2013 House Beautiful.

Chinese white-painted pottery horse and archer, possibly Han Dynasty (206 BCE - 20 CE): Lot 107 from Stair Galleries auction, January 19-20

Hudson, although small, is a truly global city. Since the Mahicans sold the land to the Dutch in exchange for some unknown moolah (leftover tulips bulbs?) the town has been a crossroads for cultures. Today, the antiques dealers and the auction house, Stair Galleries, continue to bring the world to Columbia County.

We had planned an exotic far eastern holiday for New Year’s but trashed that plan in October (“What are we thinking?!?”).  Our buddies are in Laos now and sending photos that torment me…


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Yum!  Fresh frogs on sticks. I’m rethinking my disappointment…


Rural Intelligence BlogsSo last weekend we took a Staycation and ran up to Hudson seeking exotic stuff. We weren’t disappointed. First stop was our new favorite dealer, Michael Davis’ 3FortySeven in one of my all time favorite Warren Street spaces — an old garage. In December, we had a client hike up from town for a shopping afternoon. There was a large (read: Huge) Tibetan cabinet I thought would work in her bedroom. Gilded, painted inside and out, and with enough presence to hold its own in a room with 15’ ceilings. A 19th century Tibetan cupboard, deep enough to allow for hanging clothes. The cabinet passed muster ( Note to client: Uncontained glee (shrieks and “OMG”’s) pretty much precludes beating the price down…. ) and then she turned around and saw this….

The entire façade of a 19th century Rajastani house with stone bases supporting wooden columns and arches with wrought iron railings. Now, most people would maybe ohhh and ahhh — and mutter sotto voce “How fun.”  But only a few brave types would make the leap, with barely a pause, to “What about putting it in the Living Room?” 

“Huh!?” (a linguistic holdover from my Texas roots.)

Rural Intelligence StyleWithin minutes, we were all on board.  Big chunks of turquoise blue and pale green painted Indian façade would be cleverly injected into a Manhattan parlor — with painted Fine French Furniture and red silk carpeting. “Neat but not gaudy” — another Texas-ism…That client is thinking global — and channeling the specter of Doris Duke.

So now we begin to figure out how to get it down, have some new bits made to complete it, and get it into a New York apartment. 
And then we checked out the viewing at Stair Galleries for auction on January 19/20 of 20th century, Asian and Ethnographic Art. The cultures of the world are represented, from ancient Middle Eastern bronze bits (that are actually horse bits) to 20th century American art. There are lots of African pieces, some Oceanic art, Persian antiquities, and ancient Chinese pieces. Some of the things come with some pretty excellent provenances — the dealers noted in the catalog are some of the best (i.e. most expensive) in their fields. Very useful information when deciding on your top bids.

Here are a few other cool lots:

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Lot 409 – A CARVED WOOD AND SHELL MASK from New Guinea


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Lot 419 – A LURISTAN BRONZE Horse bit (Persia)


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Lot 384 – YAKA MASK, CONGO

This winter, take a mini world tour in Hudson and bring something from your ‘trip’ home. Your 19th-century American farmhouse will thank you. Think global, act local.

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The Wandering Eye: The Porches Take Off

Our Wandering Eye blogger, interior designer Carey Maloney, and his partner Hermes Mallea, an architect, are principals in the M (Group). Initially, his columns documented the restoration of a historic property on the Hudson River, but (as you can gather from the column’s title) his eye, and mind, strayed to other topics. Now, four years after his initial contributions to Rural Intelligence, he returns to the subject that brought him here in the first place.
 
Rural Intelligence StyleI first started writing for RI in 2008, documenting the renovation of the handsome 1860’s Italianate house next door to us. All was designed and planned, and all was put on hold for a bit.

Well, the ‘bit’ is over and the restoration of the porches is becoming a reality. Major excavation was knocked out in autumn 2011; a septic system was moved, and huge 100-year-old underground water storage tanks were repaired or eliminated. With the warm, snow-free winter, construction work unexpectedly continued and we even got ahead of our schedule.

The concrete was poured for the foundation and, sadly, after a closer look at Hermes’ drawings, and much gnashing of teeth, the General Contractor then blasted and cut it out and re-poured it. Ouch. Hey, go figure… That’s what those 37 pages of drawings and details are for – to be read and followed. No room for “interpretation” with our work – it is to be done as El Jefe designed. Period.

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The foundation is poured and the decking is up - the Finish Line is in sight. Note: Beware driving heavy machines over a tree’s root system. It packs down the soil and can hurt the tree.

 

 

The sub-floor is laid so we can now stand on the elevated platform and take in the views. And we can walk underneath it and imagine it with a potting area and covered storage space with glass floor panels above allowing light.

 

 

 

 


Rural Intelligence StyleThe all-important mahogany balusters have been designed, re-designed, and finessed. They will be on the porch, line the double staircases, and top the porch roofs. Trust me, it’ll be very glam. (BTW, words like ‘glam’ make clients nervous. “We are afraid of ‘glam’.”  “Don’t be,” I reassure, “I have no doubt you will bring the tone down in no time.”  Happily, I can’t scare this house’s owners – they are resigned to their fate.

Three samples were made and we moved them all over and quickly concluded they were perfect. There’s nothing – literally nothing – like seeing a full-size sample before committing to 500 of them. It is oddly comforting to clients. Us – we KNOW a design is great. Them, they need reassurance.

 

 


So please look over the previous post, refresh your memory, and we will continue to chronicle the restoration of this house. Hermes and I are chomping at the bit to see this Hudson River grand dame brought back to her former glory days. —Carey Maloney

 

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