Our Eccentric Wedding

Friday, January 23, 2015


Tin-type plate by Jason Snyder
Mr. Franzos and I are a tad eccentric. We're a little out there. But if it were a who's weirder contest between the two of us, I'd win. But we're married now and my eccentricities are his, and his are mine, and so on and so forth. We are so fortunate to have found the kindred spirits in each other in this big, old world. We were married on Friday, May 23, 2014 and had a pretty fantastic party. Here are some of the fun details.

photo credit: Joshua Franzos

photo credit: Mitch Franzos

photo credit: Joshua Franzos
 
photo credit: Mitch Franzos


We wanted our wedding to be beautiful and memorable. So I started the wedding planning off with the question, Who's going to photograph it? I didn't want Mr. Franzos to miss his wedding day by being the photographer of his own wedding. So what to do? Mr. Franzos has been a photographer for 15+ years. He's done it all. We both knew he would turn his  critical eye on pretty much any other photographer but himself. So what does a photographer do when it's their turn to get married? We commissioned a photographer that did something he couldn't do (and therefore couldn't be critical of): a tin-type photographer. In my former life as an auction house manager, I sold a lot of tin-type photographs and daguerreotypes. I was very familiar with this stuff and of course, loved the historical aspect as much as Mr. Franzos. Our wedding tin-typer and mad chemist, Jason Snyder, works with this photographic process that was most widely used in the 1860's and 1870's, but was largely abandoned for more modern photographic technology. The exposure can be 1 second (or longer). It is important to stay still and not blink. There was some blinking and moving in our photos, and that was fine with us. It adds character. I simply I cannot do it justice, so please read more in depth about this fascinating process here. Our 39 guests, sat for portraits and were given the actual tin plate photographs as wedding favors. So, while we did have a wedding photographer, Mr. Franzos, still couldn't resist bringing his camera to our wedding. I gave him my blessing, it was all so photogenic. He took some pictures, then his canon 5D mark iii, became a pass around patty. His father, his brothers, his friends, some kids, they all took turns using the camera with great success (we are working on completing or wedding album). Mr. Franzos also brought a Nikon F100 camera with slide film in it. I think by the time we were done, we had about 4-5 different photo formats included in our wedding album. I love it. It's a walk through photographic history.

invitations by minted. I-phone photo by Meryl Franzos
Mansions on Fifth. photo credit: Joshua Franzos
Slide film. photo credit: Joshua Franzos
Accordionist Henry Doktorski, tin-type by Jason Snyder


Ok. I'll get to the dirty, wedding details and you can have a pinterest/etsygasm. I told my florist, the talented Rachel Check of Hepatica, "I want my bouquet to look like a decaying, British estate." She loved that and took my warped wedding design sense and made the most beautiful bouquets for myself and my sister. She also made some adorable fiddle head boutonnieres for the gents. The venue, Mansions on Fifth, which we chose not only for its gorgeous setting, but also because the food won us over during the tasting. (Food and Drink is a big part of our lives, and was a big part our day). There were lamb lollies and raw oysters, champagne and bourbon, Scottish salmon and Grass-fed Beef. Our cake was a local treasure: Prantl's burnt almond torte with edible butterflies. I wanted the decorations to look like a Vanitas painting, because I'm broody and cerebral like that. I stalked etsy and ebay for quirky antique beakers, apothecary jars and old medicine bottles to put flowers in (Mr. Franzos and I bought flowers from Whole Foods, the morning of our wedding and had a great time decorating the tables). We rented our Piece de Resistance table centerpieces, terrariums, from Green Sinner and I added random stuff to them: a deer skull, a large skeleton key, an old watch, a 1/2 inch tall white rabbit, a severed mannequin ear... This was seriously the most fun I've ever had decorating for a party. Accordionist, Henry Doktorski, played some old-fashioned french tunes before, during and after the ceremony. Talk about and unforgettable evening!  

photo credit: Joshua Franzos

photo credit: Joshua Franzos

photo credit: Joshua Franzos

photo credit: Joshua Franzos

photo credit: Joshua Franzos

photo credit: Joshua Franzos

photo credit: Joshua Franzos
 
 Guest Tin-type Portait. tin-type credit: Jason Snyder


Guest Tin-type portrait. tin-type credit: Jason Snyder

Photo credit: Joshua Franzos

photo credit: Joshua Franzos



What we wore: My silk dress was designed by Caroline Devillo, but I had it altered into a tight little pencil dress. It took three women to zip me up! My fascinator veil, I found on etsy. My make-up was done by the talented, Jae Lee Paredes. My 30's movie star hair by Briana Rasicci. I splurged and got lash extensions by Allison Roth Studio, which I LOVED--I wish I could have lashes like that all the time. I had my nails done by my favorite manicurist at Pearl Nail Salon. My shoes were nude leather Prada platforms to make my legs look their longest. Mr. Franzos wore a 3-piece pinstripe suit, inspired by the 1930's menswear in the HBO show, Boardwalk Empire, complete with pocket squares. I just love a man in a 3-piece, especially my man.


tin-type credit: Jason Snyder

photo credit: unknown

 
We had so much fun, we want to get married all over again!

(As I was about to post this, I just realized, today, January 23, 2015 
is our 8 month anniversary...do I have good timing or what?)
These past 8 months have been the happiest of my life, here's to so many happy more, sweetheart.





Your bosom friend in Pittsburgh,

The Year of Architecture

Thursday, January 8, 2015

photo credit: Joshua Franzos

Hey there. Happy New Year!


So, I've been thinking a lot about my novel in progress and not really about much else, including any sort of New Year's resolutions. Then I began thinking, when did all this resolution stuff start anyway? I fully expected that the tradition stemmed from a Hallmark marketing push in 1936 or something. But with a little research, I found out that the tradition, of turning over a new leaf or performing some act of self-improvement at the start of the new year has been around since (at least) Babylonian times.

Wow.

Anyway, I don't have any new resolutions this year, not because I think I'm perfect or too good for all that (far from it). But because I simply think about it in a different way. In a terrifying and exhilarating, big picture kind of way. This is the year of architecture.

photo credit: Joshua Franzos

I'm reading a philosophical intro to architecture, called The Architecture Of Happiness by Alain de Botton. I doubt I would've picked this book up on my own; my ex gave it to me right after we split up in 2009 and I've been slowly picking my way through it ever since. It is a poignant and oddly touching book. Maybe it's the finality of the situation in which the book was given, but ever since, I've looked at architecture through a completely different lens. Sometimes we have to experience what we don't want in order to realize what we do. De Botton writes,
"We may need to have an indelible mark on our lives, to have married the wrong person, pursued an unfulfilling career into middle age or lost a loved one before architecture can begin to have any perceptible impact on us, for when we speak of being 'moved' by a building, we allude to a bitter-sweet feeling of contrast between the noble qualities written into a structure and the sadder wider reality within which we know them to exist" (22).
Aside from the Tower of Babel, architecture, on the whole, tends to linger. Think of the pyramids. Think of the gothic cathedral Notre Dame de Paris...these are human made structures, legacies. They will persist, because they were amazing feats then and still are. They will persist because we want them to. They persist because we see those that came before us and ourselves wrapped up in these structures. I get a little bit sad every time I see a historical landmark get torn down instead of maintained or re-purposed (this happens frequently in Pittsburgh). I get a little sad, because someone built that. That was someone's contribution, someone's legacy. This of course drums up questions about one's own legacy and on the same note, one's own mortality. If you put something out there, will it be accepted? Will it make a difference? Will it be larger than life and outlast you? Will you be remembered when you die?

photo credit: Joshua Franzos

I might be a little bit morbid at times, but deep, down, I am an optimist. I believe everyone has a purpose, a greater calling to make a difference in the world. Whether you actually make a difference is not the point. The point is that you pick up the reigns and try, and keep trying and keep on trying. Did you know that the 12th Century Notre Dame Cathedral took 182 years to complete? The original architects didn't even get to see their concept through to completion. In fact, their great grandchildren probably didn't see it through to completion. But they kept on. 

photo credit: Joshua Franzos


This is the year of building for Mr. Franzos and I. We're building our businesses, our art, our home, our lives together, and living each day like it's January 1st.

photo credit: Joshua Franzos
Louis Vuitton Foundation Building by architect Frank Gehry Copyright: Louis Vuitton Foundation.fr


My look this week was inspired by the work of one of my favorite deconstructivist architects, Frank Gehry.  Mr. Franzos and I shot this series back in the North Fork of Long Island in July (You can tell by the freckles on my nose). We stayed at the Shades Of Gray Cottage, (no relation to the book, there are just many shades of gray in the beautiful decor). I wore an ASOS cotton pencil skirt, a Lululemon yoga lady racerback and an All Saints dolman knit sweater. I paired it with my favorite accessories: Sam Edelman booties, Sarah Loertscher earrings and my classic, YSL 'Muse' bag. Chic, machine-washable and effortless.This is a great, year-round, work look; just add opaque tights in the winter.

photo credit: Joshua Franzos


photo credit: Joshua Franzos

It being the new year and all, I can't help but want to leave you with a Frank Sinatra earworm, The Best is Yet to Come. I firmly believe this. So tell me, what are you building this year? 


Your Bosom Friend In Pittsburgh,






















Bonus Holiday Gift Guide: Buying Gifts For The Men Folk

Monday, December 15, 2014


I liked to give gifts when I was a kid, but I had no money. My weekly allowance would net me about $2.00 IF I did ALL my chores. But I was a slacker, so I was really only netting a $1.00/week. Which bought bupkis. So I was a resourceful little git. Gifts for my mom were easy. I could always count on my elementary school to have some sort of Christmas ornament craft involving popsicle sticks and silver glitter. Every year, she would carefully store those school-made ornaments and drag them out and decorate our tree. She ate those ornaments up. She loved them. Check that box off, Mom was done. 

Now for Dad.....Dad stumped me. Men in general stumped me. I knew nothing of their ways and habits and likes....nor did I care. Commercials in the eighties educated me on what made good gifts. Perfume for women, cologne for men, or Swatches for everyone. So I went straight for the re-gift cupboard where my Mom put perfectly good things, still in their original packaging. There were never any swatches in the re-gift cupboard. But this curated collection of un-wanted gifts...it was a godsend for indigent kids with buck a week, Now and Later habits. So, every year, on Christmas morning my poor father unwrapped the same, un-opened wooden box of English Leather cologne that I found in the re-gift closet. His initial, enthusiastic "Aww, thanks!" when I was 7, grew less and less, until finally, after an embarrassing number of years of Christmas deja vu later, nothing more could be said. He silently set good ole English Leather on the lamp table in our living room and got up to re-fill his coffee. I put English Leather back in the re-gift closet that year.

Not long after that Christmas, I became aware of men and boys and threw myself into a life-long pursuit of understanding their likes, hopes, dreams and desires. The male species fascinated me, intrigued me, excited me. I've been accepted into their social circles, been treated as one of their own, participated in various mating rituals...and can say with certainty that the male species is simultaneously complex and simple. Through rigorous study, I know that there are few gifts that guys receive that will give you the excited reaction you want from them. Guys simply do not gush over gifts like women folk do, well....they would, if you bought them a chrome Maserati, but you know, I'm sure there's a waiting list or something for that. Guys are just weird about gifts.

So, without further ado, here is a non-exhaustive and realistic list of gift-giving ideas for guys.


Gifts that never excite men: cologne. I learned this the hard way.They'd prefer not to wear cologne, but they feel obligated now that you got it for them. They'd really appreciate it if, for Christmas, next year, you developed a love for the smell of soap and water and deodorant.

Gifts that don't excite men, but they will use and use and use: underwear. Make it black. Clean underwear is a gift that keeps on giving. Make it designer and black and they will feel extra special and loved.

Gifts that don't excite men, but they need because they hate shopping: clothes. Scroll through my pictures above. Keep the words, cool, rugged, tough, slick and classic in mind when selecting clothing. If, after they open your gift, and they have a blank, and unimpressed expression on their face, just say, "for some reason, I thought of you and I thought of a porsche....so I got this pair of jeans-this sweater- this jacket-this backpack (whatever)- for you," they'll put it on and like it, but only if it really looks design-y like a Porsche.

Gifts that men don't realize they like until it shows up at their doorstep repeatedly: Pretty much any awesome "Of-the-Month" program. Bourbon of the month, Beer of the month, Wine of the month, Rootbeer of the month. Hot sauce of the month. Cheese of the month. Whatever they're into, if they get a sampling of it once a month for a stretch of time, pretty much, best gift ever. 

Gifts that men like pretty alright: books with beautiful pictures of things that they like. Furniture, meat, architecture, cars, tasteful pictures that Helmet Newton took of nude women....The book itself should look like a work of art.

Gifts that men love: doing things. Men like to do and see, as long as they don't have to plan it. Concerts, food, history, drinks, road tripping. Plan a weekend road trip to Bourbon country or your favorite music festival. Shared memories and experiences are some of the best gifts (for either sex).

Gifts that always excites any guy, any time, any where (Use this knowledge wisely and don't abuse it...because it's the ace in the hole): Kitchen knives. The nicer, the better. They will literally, rip it out of it's packaging and find something to chop, whether or not they're hungry or the thing needs chopping. Also on the subject of gifts that make guy's pupils dilate, flying drones with go-pro's on them. But let's just pretend I didn't say that. Shun and Wustof make great knives.





Your Bosom Friend In Pittsburgh, 

Bonus Holiday Gift Guide: The Best Gifts Are The One's You LOVE, But Don't Buy For Yourself

Sunday, December 7, 2014



I often page through magazines and LOVE certain things. "I LOVE those gold leather driving gloves," she said, "But, I'd NEVER buy them." Do you ever do this? Ding, Ding, Ding, Ding!!! Listen up. This is what gift-giving should be about. Give the gifts you are too scared, too reserved, too whatever your hang-up is to buy for yourself, and never look back. I mean, think about it. Why won't you buy it for yourself? Too decadent, too crazy, too lilac for your all black closet, too....too? Just give it instead. 

Gloves and scarves are one of those things that I LOVE. I love them, but I hate buying them for myself. I don't know. *Shrug* Anyway, I picked out a bunch of really cool scarves that I'd love to receive as gifts, therefore by my theory of relative giftability equation = great gifts to give. 

What is your "I LOVE those_________________, but I'd never buy them for myself"? Share it with me in the comments below and how about this year, you try giving it to those deserving of your self-denying tastes.




Your Bosom Friend In Pittsburgh, 





Whirl Magazine 'Style File' Interview

Tuesday, November 25, 2014

photo courtesy of WHIRL Magazine. photo credit: Michael Fornataro

You know what feels good? A little validation. A little nod that says, people really like what you're doing. Keep it up. Atta Girl. WHIRL, Western Pennsylvania's premier lifestyle magazine (print and web) did just that. They featured me and my little blog in the November issue of WHIRL. (SQUEE!)  It was an incredible honor to be invited to the WHIRL head quarters for a photo shoot and interview for their November "Style File," where they highlight stylish Pittsburghers that caught their editorial eye. I met a lot of kind and talented people that day.  Anyway, it was a blogging milestone that makes me feel really, really good and I wanted to share my good news. You can read my quirky, WHIRL Style File interview, here.

I had a lot of fun trying to get to the bottom of my personal style philsophy with my interviewer, style editor, Liz Petoniak, but I think that's why I need fashion psychoanalysis here on the blog....because I just can't sum it up into a nice elevator pitch...but I want to.The outfit I wore for the photoshoot might be the closest I've ever come to defining my style. I added a Free People vegan leather jacket (machine washable!) and my favorite Sam Edelman corset ankle boots to my already featured summer sarong song outfit, here.  It's easy, effortless and I can wear it in spring, summer and fall. What is your feel good, punched up, go-to, YOU outfit? 

I am thankful for so many things, but blog specifically, I am thankful for the doors it has opened for me and the new people Mr. Franzos and I get to meet because of it. May the doors continue to open and old and new friends continue to linger in the thresholds.

What are you thankful for this Thanksgiving? 



Your Bosom Friend From Pittsburgh,






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The World's End Trench

Wednesday, November 12, 2014

"Velkommen. Bienvenue....Welcome."
photo credit: Joshua Franzos



This week's post was inspired by Simon Pegg's character, Gary King, in the movie The World's End. Yes, the charismatic alcoholic, ne'er-do-well, anti-hero. Gary King is one of the most robustly written and acted characters I've seen in a long time.Though he'd aged, Gary hadn't changed at all. Same music, same clothes.....same old Gary. The fact that he still drives the same car he drove in highschool, "the beast," further illustrates the depth of his Peter Panhood. He's a deeply flawed, seemingly tragic figure and yet, he's very, very likeable. So likeable, he talks (deftly manipulates) all his well-adjusted high school chums into a pub crawl reunion that goes very, very hysterically, awry. Honestly, the movie made my top ten the second they played Whisky Bar by The Doors. If you haven't seen it, you must. I promise you a good time, and that is something Gary King and I both agree upon: we both just want to have a good time. 



Horatio Caine pose by Me. photo credit: Joshua Franzos

Gary King and I also have similar tastes in trench coats. I have been quietly obsessing about Gary King's trench coat since the movie's release (August 2013). During the course of my research, I discovered, so have a lot of other people. Start typing, "Gary King's" and google will auto-fill for you, "Gary King's Coat." Voila. Instant icon. I decided to NOT go the authentic route, with the "German-Army-Bundeswehr-AIR-FORCE-LUFTWAFFE-sergeant-uniform-coat" (it's available on eBay), because men's clothing is too big on me and I'm *trying* to be more feminine, so that means wearing things that are tailored and fitted. I don't know how I stumbled upon the amazing coat that I'm wearing, but when I saw the jaunty collar on this Yohji Yamamoto cutaway number, I knew my search for Gary King's charisma cloak +1 was over. 

photo credit: Joshua Franzos

photo credit: Joshua Franzos
photo credit: Joshua Franzos
photo credit: Joshua Franzos

photo credit: Joshua Franzos
Mr. Franzos and I shot this along the bike trail in Pittsburgh, colloquially known as "the jail trail," because of its proximity to the county jail, and afterward, we grabbed some beers in the strip district. I stood amongst a picturesque grove of ginkgo trees and found myself really getting into character for this shoot. I blame the coat. It brought out my high school glory days, the inner party animal, the wannabe rock star and, er, the drunken master in me. What, don't you do karate kicks in the air after you've had a few? Well, then, you haven't truly LIVED (or partied with me).
photo credit: Joshua Franzos

The funny thing is, this coat and The World's End also made me a bit nostalgic. I miss my childhood pals. I live so far away from them. I keep up with them on facebook, but some of them, I haven't seen the whites of their eyes for fifteen years or more. We came of age and left the nest of our small hometown together. We've all entered adulthood, some of us less peacefully than others. Some of them are beautiful writers, talented artists and/or hilarious jokesters. In highschool, we were precocious little punks with civil disobedience in our blood. We had vast vocabularies that we peppered with colorful swears. We spent many a night around a campfire, up to no good, drinking gasoline booze out of plastic bottles. We solved the world's problems, and forgot all of our solutions the next day. My heart often longs to sit across the table from them and talk about wherever the mad-cap river of conversation takes us. Lately, we've been throwing around the idea of meeting up...somewhere in the middle of the mid-west, somewhere between there and Pittsburgh. We've been talking about spending our nights getting completely snockered, blotto drunk and then during the day, working through some writing workshops with epic hangovers. Why do we circle back around to the milestones we've already past? Are we hoping to pull up those markers and underneath, find a treasure trove of purpose and direction for the rest our lives? Do you revisit things and places? Is this a documented anthropological ritual? Anyway, there's something beautifully human about it all and I hope we do meet up. I know exactly what I'll wear.


photo credit: Joshua Franzos
"So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past."
-F. Scott Fiztgerald, The Great Gatsby. 


What I wore: Trench: Yohji Yamamoto, here. Asymmetric tunic: Mossimo, here. Riding pant/tights: past season Lululemon. Boots: Palladium, here. Rock necklace: vintage. Dogtags: family heirloom. Sterling chain bracelet: vintage. Rings: vintage. Sunnies: past season, Diesel. 





Your Bosom Friend in Pittsburgh,

Gothic Mementos

Friday, October 31, 2014

photo credit: Joshua Franzos

I'm the opposite of a moth; I'm attracted to darkness, it holds many mysteries, unknown. I'm a curious sort and have been as far back as I can remember. In order to keep my nose out of places it didn't belong, my mother always threatened me with the adage, "curiosity killed the cat." As a child, that just made me imagine that a giant monster killed the cat. I demanded to know more about the monster, so I could learn how to beat it, but she wouldn't tell me. (Age old wisdom parallels were clearly lost on dumb kids). All my life I've been exhilarated by fictional, supernatural terrors only to collapse back into the lightness and safety of laughter. Sometimes, supernatural terror is simply more palatable than the horrors of our personal lives. It is an escape. Everyone has their escapes from reality. For a long, long time I wanted nothing more than to escape my own life.  

photo credit: Joshua Franzos
 And so I escaped through literature. My reading preferences....predominantly dark. I adored the Byronic heroes of 18th and 19th century Gothic fiction.  Particularly, those proud, brooding, defiant characters that lingered at the precipice of self-destruction, but were capable of deep love and loyalty....if given a chance...if only they were understood and loved....Ann Radcliffe, Mary Shelley, Horace Walpole, Matthew Gregory Lewis, Bram Stoker, Charlotte Bronte, even Jane Austen, of the old ladies and gentlemen authors that have delighted me with crumbling castles, ancestral curses and secret passageways. (I just love a decaying literary setting). But my literary friends pleaded with me to read the works of living authors. So I picked up Bukowski and Thompson. But it wasn't long before they were dead too. I dug deep, I knew I'd read some living authors at some point, albeit few and far between. But you could probably guess, right?  Stephen King and Anne Rice.


photo credit: Joshua Franzos
I read Interview With a Vampire by Anne Rice, when I was a teenager. Oh, how I loved it and identified with Louis, the vampire. He was a lonely and immortal philosopher, doomed to walk the earth without a companion rather than keep the insufferable sadist, Lestat, by his side. (Sounds like stuff a teenager would identify with, right?) A couple years ago, when the "you should read living authors" prodding started, I picked up another Anne Rice novel, The Witching Hour, and was immediately entranced with the setting of New Orleans, specifically, the garden district with it's decaying, shuttered mansions, old ironwork, mossy trees and cryptic cemeteries....it's about as Old World as you can find without leaving the US. I had to see it, experience it...so I did. Twice in two years. This most recent visit was a family visit, where our goal was to share the New Orleans experience of gulf oysters and Preservation Jazz Hall with Mr. Franzos' father. In the early morning, before the rest of our traveling companions woke, Mr. Franzos and I did a shoot in Lafayette Cemetary No. 1. It was inspired by my love for Gothic anti-heroes and Anne Rice's vampires and witches of New Orleans. Rice has a new vampire book out, Prince Lestat, just released this week. I can't wait to check it out. 

photo credit: Joshua Franzos

photo credit: Joshua Franzos

photo credit: Joshua Franzos

This post was supposed to be light and easy. I just was going to talk about fashion and literature. But life and death happens. Thanks in large part to my family and my writing outlets, I'm not nearly the dark soul I used to be, but I still have my moments. These past couple weeks for instance, they have been difficult for Mr. Franzos and I. We lost someone very important to us, Josh's Dad, (my father-in-law), Stan Franzos. He had an amazing, fascinating and rich life with a beautiful companion that he shared all but the last two years with. Stan and his muse, Dolly, were my inspiration behind this blog, because I see shades of Josh and I in their love story. But here's one of the most beautiful things about this sad event....Stan died on the 2nd anniversary of his wife's death. The. Very. Same. Day. With the same romance and pentameter as a 19th century poet. 

photo credit: Joshua Franzos

 It is a long-standing, New Orleans tradition to honor the dead and revere their resting places on November 1st, All Saints Day, when according to the liturgical calendar, their souls ascend to Heaven. I don't know what happens after we die, but I know this much, the loved ones we lost do live on in us, if we let them come marching in. 

          Oh, when the stars fall from the sky
          Oh, when the stars fall from the sky
          I want to be in that number
          When the saints go marching in.

photo credit: Joshua Franzos



What I wore: White blouse: past season, Anne Fontaine. Waistcoat: past season, Masnada. One of my new, favorite brands! Earrings: Baublebar, here. Skirt: vintage, Thierry Mugler. Shoes: past season, Casedei.



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