Brooklyn Bazaar

Our booth at Brooklyn Bazaar

Our booth at Brooklyn Bazaar

Hey There,

Greg and I wanted to share with you our experience from the BK Bazaar, which I must say that it  was wonderful and of course exhausting. We would not have had been able to make it happen without the enormous help of our friend Toon who drove with us to Brooklyn with a car full of trunks, crates candles and other props. I felt I was driving to Morocco and instead of Brooklyn. 

For those that are not aware of the BK Bazaar, it is located in Greenpoint at 165 Banker St, and it is open Fridays and Saturdays from 7pm-1am. This is what the place looks like on the outside...

BK Bazaar

The first day I was so anxious as I did not know what to expect. I hoped that people would like my booth the way it was designed, as well as my candles. With full confidence I must say that our booth was one of the best decorated booths there, people would approach it and say out loud that they never ever had seen such a thing before. The coordinator of the BK bazaar came to us and congratulated us, confirming once again, how cool our booth was.

Here are some of the photos

Me at the booth

Me at the booth

Many of our friends came to support us and I really thank them and appreciate the time they took to come and see us. A big thanks to all of them.

Toon printed our Ooh La La sign from his Uptown Fine Art printing studio. He did a stunning job.

People were impressed with our vintage teacup and trinkets. We used our vintage suitcases to display them and I also used some of the vintage gloves and hats of Aunt Agnes. We used lot of vintage props, old perfumes of Aunt Agnes, her gloves, a vintage makeup bag that Greg bought for me. This part of the booth truly represented the old and the vintage.

Vintage teacup candle
vintage teacup candle

On the other part of the table we had vintage mason jars or balls. They were placed at the crates our cousin Marie gave us, during our trip to Pennsylvania. Here we also used as a props some of Greg old cameras, a vintage lantern that we bought in Albania and some old spoons. Some of the mason jars I painted and some I left them as they were, with their original color. People loved them, loved the display and also the smell of the candles too.

Unique vintage mason jars and crocks candles

Unique vintage mason jars and crocks candles

Vintage mason jar candles

We also brought some painted mason jars. People were surprised when I was telling them that I paint them and distress them by hand, one by one so no two come out to be the same. I remember one young guy came to me and said: I am so gay for candles. His girlfriend was laughing next to him. He bought one of the mason jars. The mason jars were placed on the top of the vintage toolbox and old army suitcase we bought from Greg’s friend Adam who owned a vintage store in Rhode Island. On top of the toolbox we also placed our water pitcher and bowl that was filled with lavender we bought it in Pennsylvania.

Hand Painted mason jars candles
Hand painted mason jar candles

The Polaroid Transfers from Expired Film Studios added to the whole theme. The Polaroids are hand transferred to all different types of cool paper. Everything from watercolor paper to rice paper. Most of the images were from Paris. Here are some of his photos.

expired film studios

As you can see we used lots of props to decorate our booth, and the outcome was just great. People were coming in our booth taking lots of pictures and buying our candles.

Some of the vintage candles and trinkets are marked as sold out on my site. I sold them at the bazaar. Soon I will upload new ones, so stay in touch. Here is a sneak peak at two of them.

Only in NYC

Last Thursday I had an appointment with my friend Raquel. It was time to wash that gray right out of my hair. So much gray it's scary and screaming doesn’t help. I have noticed that since I came to NYC, I am dyeing it more frequently. I don't know whether it has to do with me being married or life in general in NYC. My inner voice tells me that it has to do with me getting old.

As It turns out, Raquel can't make it and my plans changed from dyeing my hair to going to a small gallery and attending a talk by two great female photographers. Their main subject was Jazz musicians. The photos were beautiful black and white photos that really represented how NYC used to be. All the amazing Jazz clubs that are no longer there and ones like Arthur's Tavern in the Village that still exist. The first artist Jill Freedman is a highly respected New York City documentary photographer whose award-winning work is included in the permanent collections of The Museum of Modern Art, the International Center of Photography, George Eastman House, the Smithsonian American Art Museum, the New York Public Library, the Museum of Fine Arts, Houston, and the Bibliothèque Nationale, Paris, among others. Jill Freedman is best known for her street and documentary photography.

Ming Smith is the other female photographer who also photographed jazz musicians. I loved in particular the photo of David Murray (1978) printed on fabric. She would also paint over some of her black and white photos. Initially, she would paint on the fabric and would then print the photo on top of it. The idea really worked well. Ming Smith was born in Michigan and attended Howard University. She went on to be a fashion model in New York City and an early member of Kamoinge, the illustrious group of African-American photographers founded in 1963, with Roy DeCarava as its first director. Her marriage to David Murray gave her unique access to the era’s notables. Her work is in the collection of the Museum of Modern Art in New York (she was the first Black female photographer in the collection), as well as the Schomburg Center for Research in Black Culture, in New York.

The gallery, Tikhonova & Wintner is located on 40 West 120th street on the 2nd floor in a gorgeous brownstone building. I would never would have thought that inside of that building there would be a gallery showing the hidden moments of famous jazz musicians brought to us by the eye of such wonderful female photographers. I heard it is tough to choose this career as a woman. I can't imagine how hard it might have been at that time. I think, and this is only my opinion here, but that in some ways being a woman photographer meant you must behave as a man. To drink and smoke in order to be accepted in that closed society. Either way, I was happy to hear their story, it lifted me up.

After the talk finished, Greg, Antoon our great printer and I hung out for a while to talk with Jim and Yulia whose place it was. We talked about how neighborhoods are changing in NYC, and how the gentrification has changed the ethnic groups of Harlem. Everybody there was an artist in some way or another. Greg and Jim talked about Greg's work. I was in heaven when Greg showed his work and I noticed Jim 's expression which was: Wow that's great work. I hope Greg will be able to present his work there as well.

We did have a chance to speak with a former U.S Air force soldier. I was more interested in his uniform and was surprised that a former U.S Air force soldier was there, listening to the talk and was also interested in art.  We were so intrigued by his uniform and his persona that we started a conversation with David. Talking to him was inspiring. His full time work was as an accountant at the Postal Office but his hobby is art. He loves jazz music as most of the people there did. Greg took a picture of him, and here it is.


This was my Thursday evening las week. How was your weekend? Did you do something interesting that you would like to share?  Please do so, we all are so exited to read your story.