17/08/2012 § 3 Comments
A weekend to cross your fingers for blue skies…
This week has been full of strange thunderstorms in New York and I’d really rather not spend this weekend ducking puddles and downpours, so please keep your fingers crossed that the 30% chance I see hovering over the next two days really is just meteorologist pessimism – I will be keeping my parapluie at the ready, however.
This weekend will include catching up with a few folks I’ve not seen in much too long, taking part in this year’s last Summer Streets on Saturday, and a picnic on Governors Island for the Jazz-Age Lawn Party.
Aspirational goals include: dropping in to see the New Orleans meets New York interior of newly-opened East Village restaurant Exchange Alley – the Maxfield Parrish prints and lanterns salvaged from 17th century hearses are enough to pique my interest indeed – attending a bit of polo on Long Island, and taking care of some very overdue correspondence.
Of note/a mini Reading List:
- Jane Pratt’s Perpetual Adolescence: Why She’s Still Talking Teen Three Decades After Sassy: “…Sassy inspired a cult: To this day, many women between the ages of 30 and 50 (and a lot of gay men, too) will tell you that Sassy was the first magazine that ever felt like it was actually telling the truth.” Word infinity.
- Katharine Hepburn skateboarding!
- Take a gorgeous trip to Turkey in just under 4 minutes.
Have a lovely weekend!
What will you be getting up to?
13/08/2012 § 2 Comments
For a perfect summer on Long Island, you’ll need a healthy serving of golf, a few polo ponies, a couple of playboys and a sailboat or two — be sure to add in a country club membership, if you’ve got one handy. Shake with ice and strain into a martini glass. Serve via private seaplane, natch.
See also: Summer on the Cape
Men lining their sailboats up at the start line at the Seawanhaka Yacht Club.
Top polo player Stewart Iglehart, standing with his pony.
A man wrapping Stephen Sanford‘s hurt ankle.
Polo player Pete Botswick and his wife, looking out onto the field.
Taken June 1946 by Nina Leen for Life Magazine, via the Life Archive.
01/05/2012 § 5 Comments
This weekend while on a walk in my neighborhood, I stopped by one of my favorite shops in Tribeca, Philip Williams Posters, on a bit of a lark. While the store is best known for its collection of vintage posters, my attention was drawn from the window by what looked like a massive stack of magazines. Once inside, I simultaneously realized that they were Life Magazines and that my afternoon was pretty much sealed.
You already know how much I love Life Magazine: I collect them, I read virtual copies on Google Books and wander for (way too many) hours in the online archive. Coming at this cache of vintage media from multiple directions sometimes provides the opportunity for the kind of pleasant surprise I had this weekend.
First off, you put a horse on anything and I will at least give it a second look. You put one on the cover of a Life Magazine from the 1930s and mention it’s a polo pony? Dead. Before even cracking this baby open, I knew it was coming home with me. But when I did, I realized I was already familiar with the photos inside as they were part of a set that I had discovered in the archives a few weeks ago — and trust me when I say there is nothing in there tagged “polo” that I haven’t already seen.
The feature is about George H. “Pete” Bostwick (August 14, 1909 – January 13, 1982), steeplechase jockey, horse trainer, 8-goal polo player and grandson to Jabez A. Bostwick, a founder and treasurer of Standard Oil Company of New York and partner of John D. Rockefeller. Pete’s favored game, high-goal polo, was a pastime of the wealthy in the 1930s, but Pete made an unprecedented, egalitarian move: he invited the public to watch him and his friends play at Bostwick Field on Long Island, charging only fifty cents for admission. It was an immediate hit.
These photos were taken 1937 in Long Island by Alfred Eisenstaedt. Because relatively few actually made it into the issue, having access to the archive allowed me to really enjoy even more photos than were published. This is about to be a long post, so I must apologize in advance if you don’t enjoy looking at black and white photos of horses, polo or people in their Sunday best. I will apologize, but I’ll think you’re kinda crazy.
If you’d like to read the feature yourself, you can find it here, via Google Books.
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