Wood on the Water (Part 2) | Cutts & Case Museum and Shipyard

Tuesday, September 02, 2014 No comments

While these ladies looked like beauties from outside, the up-close view of the Cutts & Case collection blew those distance perceptions away. Many of these grande dames are still works-in-progress like the one above that clearly shows the Cutts Method where a double planked skin is laid over a simple set of molds.

Before he died, Edmond Cutts' dream was to finish this enormous "commuter," the kind of boat wealthy businessmen might have taken from the Hamptons to Wall Street while enjoying a morning cocktail. After talking with Fred Stocker, our sailing, photographing, shipyard guide, we all decided that a Kickstarter campaign to get this baby finished and in the water is in order (more on that to come!). Look at that hull (and the baby boat for size context...and the shots below)! 

Foto belonged to Stanley Rosenfeld, part of what might be the best family of boating and nautical photographers to ever set sail. 

Inside Foto.

Cutts' Commuter, a more accurate scale.

Cutts' Commuter, still in dream form.

Edmund Cutts also loved motorcycles.

This was in one of the ships in the yard. I want to rope all my banisters with an extra spiral (even the gear shifts have it!)

A detail from the shipyard.
Wood on the Water | A Peek Inside the Cutts & Case Workshop

Monday, September 01, 2014 No comments

Years ago, when visiting our Aunt Rita and Uncle Al in Oxford, Maryland we all went on a post-dinner stroll through town and passed a lifetime's worth of maritime fantasies - big ones - encased in a glass box. Shells in the sky, full vessels on the ground, sails, perched. It was Cutts & Case, one of the few remaining wooden boat builders in the Mid-Atlantic, and it was closed for the night. We felt like humans looking into an aquarium...of beautiful boats.

So, when we were there over the weekend, we went early and with a more adventurous spirit. On our sneak through the boatyard behind the glassed-in museum, we met photographer Fred Stocker (a close friend of Eddie Cutts the owner and son of Edmund Cutts, the founder), who offered to let us inside... 

Here's a glimpse of the workshops with nearly magical light...(the boats, in all their glory are in the next post).

Spoilt Rotten

Friday, August 29, 2014 1 comment

Bad behavior sure looks better in white tie and tails. And the spelling of "spoiled" sure looks better with a "t" (it's like snippy throwing digs at snooty!). 

Seriously, though, it's the screen adaptation of Laura Wade's play, Posh, directed by Lone Scherfig, the man behind An Education. 

For other additional fun visual feasts, check out David Fincher's new ads for GAP. That's a step back to the glory Khakis Swing days of Mickey Drexler. Now, what to do about Banana Republic...
Mocc Bespoke

Sunday, August 24, 2014 No comments

Labor Day hasn't even officially ended summer yet,  so it seems almost ridiculous to be thinking about Christmas presents, but if you like to give truly special, customized gifts lead times can be heart breaking even for the most diligent early shopper/orderer if inspiration hits too late into the fall. These incredible custom moccasins from Sunbright Originals only take about three weeks (but you will procrastinate). You can choose style, sole, up to seven different bead colors and dictate the precise beading pattern based on a drawing or photo. They run about $450 a pair but these are more like works of art to be passed down than house slippers.   

Well Hung | A Virtual Tour Through Scandinavia's Museums

Wednesday, August 20, 2014 No comments

This Nordic gallery tour oddly limits the region's palette to the colors of all their flags, which, happen to be perfect and teach us valuable lessons: Never again should a baby blue exist in the absence of crimson or yellow, nor a pink without a dark, cold hue. Perhaps it's because we live without that northern light, but our reds, whites and blues just don't look like this.

Unknown Artist

King Christian X andQueen Alexandrine of Denmark (1915)
Michael Ancher
Skagens Museum

Christen Købke

Erik (Wahlberg) Wahlbergson
The Royal Armoury, Sweden

Carl Hofverberg
The Royal Armoury, Sweden

Christian Krohg

Agda Holst

A Woman’s Arm (Uten år)
Adolph Tidemand
The National Museum of Art, Architecture and Design, Norway
Adventures East

Tuesday, August 19, 2014 1 comment

On a rare not-just-out-early-but-totally-off-summer Friday, I task mastered and rallied the troops for a 7 a.m. departure east. Our toes were in the South Hampton sand by a sane person's weekend breakfast time and we were eating hot lobster rolls in Amagansett by noon. Porter and Victor ran Montauk's Walking Dunes like characters in a Nicholas Sparks flick, while I put up my hood and pretended to be in a Bergman.

We popped into Jackson Pollock's splatter room...

And had dinner at Ruschmeyer's. We hit the road by 9:00 and we're home by a nice appropriate bedtime without any traffic.


(Lee Krasner's touches at the East Hampton house she and Pollock shared).

Porter enters the studio.

(I really love a great post-apocalyptic plant...and that hoodie).
Adventures North

Tuesday, August 19, 2014 No comments

The best summers must be the ones that feel like fall - and we're still having one. New York has been magical, but the escapes were even better. A few weeks back, Porter and I grabbed Victor de Matha, Martyna Gawrych and Andy Neiman and headed north to run wild through drizzly Blithewood Garden... 

...and escape to an old converted general store in Rupert, VT... 

...with one of the world's greatest backyards...

that even has a halfpipe (luckiest kids in the world live here...their dad is the man behind PowderJet Snowboards).

There are loads of covered bridges around town.

And bales of hay in the back.

Dorset is right next door and fancy. Even the trees keep in line there. 

And they have flowers instead of grass, it seems.

Back in Rupert, this was our view out the front at dusk where we sat while...

Porter made the feast. 

On the way home, we headed to Lake George where I drove a boat.

And Port gawked at the spectacular perfection.