Sleeping Around

Inspired by the writings of my wicked smart funny friends Jesse Seret (Perfect Calm), Trish Deitch (Distant Dock), Jessica Schickel (Chagrin and Bear It), Jen Sincero (Hey Little Bad Ass), and Janine Schulz (Oiling of a Rusty Mind), and encouraged by people I’ve met here and there, I will now commence the blog. Maybe just about beds. Maybe about other things too. But the beds are a constant. I’ve been keeping record of every mattress, hammock, waterbed, and couch I’ve spent the night on for some time, as many of you know.

Not every bed makes it into the bed collection. Sometimes I forget to take a picture. Once my computer was stolen on a night train in deepest India and I lost an important year of photos. Sometimes the beds in which I’ve slept would cause too much of a stir if made public, so. But there are lots beds in the bed collection. And stories behind each one.

If beds bore you then there is still some hope for us having a blogger/reader relationship. Let’s see how it goes. I’m only about 80% comfortable with this set up and welcome your input.

Love and kusheln from my red velvet bed in Berlin,

Noa
June, 2010
~ Sunday, July 10 ~
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My father was a painter and a sculptor. He died a year ago and sweeping up after him fell mostly upon the shoulders of my dear sister Donna (Ital. for woman). In the process she came upon this rare piece of footage of my father at work in his studio. We ended up with many of these naked rubber effigies around the house in Woodstock and in the basement. After 40 years, they began to decompose. Some ended up in a fire, arms and legs were left in the dumpster on 175th street. But in their heyday we would prop them up at the table and talk to them like family. This one was fascinating to me, naked and beautiful even with her untrimmed seams and expression of horror. This footage was shot by the husband of my father’s friend Miriam Gabrielli, a great Israeli actress who is still part of the family.