City Seen: Facèré Jewelry Art Gallery, Songs for Eating and Drinking

Unusual Jewels

The bijoux at Facèré Jewelry Art Gallery (1420 Fifth Avenue) tend to be one-of-a-kind pieces like Mary Hallam Pearse’s “Feeding Desire” brooch (above). The collections here comprise wearable art fashioned from wool, plastic tubing, thread, acrylic, stainless steel and found objects. “I love representing these artists,” says owner/curator Karen Lorene. “We’re helping to build careers.” Lorene, a board member of Artist Trust, has a missionary’s fervor for the arts. She publishes Signs of Life, a jewelry art and literary journal; contributors include Linda Bierds, Tess Gallagher and Maya Sonenberg. This month at Facèré is Girls Play Games, a group show curated by Gail M. Brown (through 10/25/08). Browse the collection on, where Lorene is self-publishing a novel about surviving thirty-five years in retail.

The Art of Dining

Songs for Eating and Drinking

Songs for Eating and Drinking is the project of photographer Chase Jarvis and food provocateur Michael Hebb (read his manifesto on dinner in the January 2010 edition of City Arts). The concept: creative types are handpicked to sit at a stylishly set table for food, wine, conversation and music by select performers (the list is too good to name just a few). The evening is documented and streamed online, for the rest of us to experience as if we were there. Subscribe now at

Musical Awakening

Kristen Lee Rosenfeld

Kristen Lee Rosenfeld knew from the time she was ten that music would be her life’s work. She attended International School in Bellevue; in her teens, she was pianist at Redmond’s SecondStory Repertory. She got a master’s in music from the University of Edinburgh and, in 2005, moved to New York. Now the twenty-seven-year-old has landed a dream gig: assistant conductor for the national tour of Spring Awakening, which hits the Paramount Theatre October 13 – 19. When the tour began in San Diego, groupies calling themselves “The Guilty Ones” sent flowers backstage. “I find it amusing,” says Rosenfeld, “I mean, they don’t know us!”