The CPI Playwriting Salon
CPI is pleased to announce a milestone in its thirteen years of existence. We are launching the long awaited Playwriting Salon, our creative meeting venue, on Sunday, November 16, 2008 at 7:00 PM. The permanent designated home is the art gallery and bookstore downtown called Carteaux & Leslie, located at 921 Vine Street, Cincinnati, OH 45202. It is two blocks from the library and next door to Scotti's Restaurant.
Scott Carto and Timothy Leslie, the owners of this great establishment, are dedicated to supporting artists and the arts community. They currently host the Inktank Writing Salon. We are proud to be the new addition. Thank you Scott and Timothy.
Unless otherwise noted, the Playwriting Salon (members only), will return every third Sunday of the month for a three-hour session, staring at 7:00 PM.
Our first night will be Meet & Greet, reception style. As the space is limited, CPI will be taking reservations on a first-come first-served basis. Programs for future playwriting workshops will be announced at a later date.
Please e-mail Kalman Kivkovich for reservations: kivi1@aol.com, or call (513) 861-0004.
For more information visit our website: http://www.cinciplaywrights.org/
Respectfully submitted,
Sandi Kivkovich
CPI Secretary
Sandikivi2@aol.com
Monday, October 27, 2008
Little Illusions
" Little Illusions" A Show of Paintings by William W. Malczan opens this Friday, October 31st. Exhibition runs through December 6th.
Opening Reception: Final Friday, October 31st. 6PM - 10PM. Everyone is invited to join the festivities.
The artist describes his work as painterly naturalism with trompe - L'oeil ( " fool- the- eye " ) effects.
Hours: Monday- Friday 11AM - 6PM, Saturday 11AM - 5PM.
19th and 20th Century Books and Prints
Custom Picture Framing
Thursday, July 24, 2008
Final Friday
The InkTank Writers’ Salon and Carteaux & Leslie bookstore are celebrating their new partnership with a special final Friday event this month ( July 25th ). Writers, supporters of the arts, and friends of the downtown Cincinnati community are welcome to join in the festivities, which will involve casual conversation and light refreshments. Whether you’re new to InkTank, new to Carteaux & Leslie, or old acquaintances of both, you’re sure to find yourself at home. Carteaux & Leslie is located at 921 Vine Street, Cincinnati OH 45202. Doors will open at 7:30 p.m. And parking is available on the street.
Thursday, July 10, 2008
Ink Tank Writing Salon
Here is our latest literary happening; we are happy to be currently hosting Ink tank members and their writing salon here at C & L. Check out their mission statement below:
The aim of the InkTank Writers' Salon is to serve an active and energized community of writers in the greater Cincinnati area. The group meets every other Thursday at 7 p.m., at Carteaux and Leslie bookstore, located at 921 Vine Street, Cincinnati OH 45202. We welcome writers of all backgrounds and levels of experience to join us. You're sure to have a good time and meet some fine writers, if you do.
Visit our blog for more information: www.inkemporium.blogspot.com
And visit the InkTank homepage for information about how you can get involved: www.inktank.org
Sunday, November 18, 2007
Jane Durrell and City Beat
Thank You, Jane!
WEDNESDAY 11/14 - SATURDAY 11/17
Anybody here you know? Check out "Rensler's Revisited" at CARTEAUX AND LESLIE, where large photographic prints from Rensler's Portrait Studio's original glass plate negatives are on view through Nov. 24. Photographer Brad Smith bought thousands of Rensler's plates at auction and produced 49 prints for this show. Rensler's opened for business at 925 Vine St. in 1906 and has photographed Cincinnatians through the years, eventually moving two doors away to 921 Vine, where today Carteaux and Leslie handle 19th and 20th Century books and prints. People used to have their pictures taken in regular dress and in costume in front of backdrops or with a paper moon that has long since disappeared. By the time the glass plates turned up at auction, identification was as lost as the moon. Timothy Leslie says "I'm hoping someone will exclaim 'Hey, that's my grandmother in that horrible hat!' " 11 a.m.-6 p.m. Monday-Friday and 11 a.m.-4 p.m. Saturday. 513-721-9555. (See Art.) -- JANE DURRELL
WEDNESDAY 11/14 - SATURDAY 11/17
Anybody here you know? Check out "Rensler's Revisited" at CARTEAUX AND LESLIE, where large photographic prints from Rensler's Portrait Studio's original glass plate negatives are on view through Nov. 24. Photographer Brad Smith bought thousands of Rensler's plates at auction and produced 49 prints for this show. Rensler's opened for business at 925 Vine St. in 1906 and has photographed Cincinnatians through the years, eventually moving two doors away to 921 Vine, where today Carteaux and Leslie handle 19th and 20th Century books and prints. People used to have their pictures taken in regular dress and in costume in front of backdrops or with a paper moon that has long since disappeared. By the time the glass plates turned up at auction, identification was as lost as the moon. Timothy Leslie says "I'm hoping someone will exclaim 'Hey, that's my grandmother in that horrible hat!' " 11 a.m.-6 p.m. Monday-Friday and 11 a.m.-4 p.m. Saturday. 513-721-9555. (See Art.) -- JANE DURRELL
Wednesday, November 7, 2007
Excerpt from Sara Pearce
t 10/31/2007 5:23 PM S. Pearce said...
Guess everybody's out trick or treating. The images were all photographed at Rensler's Portrait Studio and are now being shown at Carteaux & Leslie (921 Vine St., downtown).
The exhibit was curated by photographer Brad Smith who has a studio on Court Street, which is where Rensler's was from about 1914 until it closed in 1989. Before that, it was on Central Ave.
Brad used to drop in to chat with June Rensler, who ran the studio with her sister after their father died. And then by herself after her sister died.
When June put the contents up for sale, Brad bought 10,000 glass negatives dating from 1940-45. He paid a mere $150 for them.
He sold some and is now going through the ones left, cherry picking his favorites and reprinting them. Some also are being sold at C&L at $5 a pop. Not bad, given the hot market these days for vintage images.
The exhibit also includes other paraphernalia and a magnificent "sample" box of hand-colored wedding photos I'd kill to own.
Many of the images in the show were selected with Halloween in mind. But there are other fascinating ones that I could not shoot.
So, that's what they are. As for who they are? That's anyone's guess.
Brad doesn't know. June donated the tens of thousands of negatives that were identified to the Cincinnati Historical Society. Apparently, they turned down the unidentified ones, which is how Brad ended up with them.
Maybe someone who sees this will be able to shed light on the people.
Guess everybody's out trick or treating. The images were all photographed at Rensler's Portrait Studio and are now being shown at Carteaux & Leslie (921 Vine St., downtown).
The exhibit was curated by photographer Brad Smith who has a studio on Court Street, which is where Rensler's was from about 1914 until it closed in 1989. Before that, it was on Central Ave.
Brad used to drop in to chat with June Rensler, who ran the studio with her sister after their father died. And then by herself after her sister died.
When June put the contents up for sale, Brad bought 10,000 glass negatives dating from 1940-45. He paid a mere $150 for them.
He sold some and is now going through the ones left, cherry picking his favorites and reprinting them. Some also are being sold at C&L at $5 a pop. Not bad, given the hot market these days for vintage images.
The exhibit also includes other paraphernalia and a magnificent "sample" box of hand-colored wedding photos I'd kill to own.
Many of the images in the show were selected with Halloween in mind. But there are other fascinating ones that I could not shoot.
So, that's what they are. As for who they are? That's anyone's guess.
Brad doesn't know. June donated the tens of thousands of negatives that were identified to the Cincinnati Historical Society. Apparently, they turned down the unidentified ones, which is how Brad ended up with them.
Maybe someone who sees this will be able to shed light on the people.
From today's issue of City Beat:
( Thank You so much for this, Katie! )
Editorial
Paper Moon
BY Katie Laur | Posted 11/07/2007
Carteaux and Leslie, a fine used book store just a few doors from the corner of Vine and Court streets, is presenting an exhibition called Rensler's Revisited: A Fresh Look at Vintage Works From a Venerable Cincinnati Portrait Studio. I hadn't noticed when I moved here to Court Street that the elegant book store, with its front door set back from the sidewalk, was the same store I visited in 1980 with author John Baskin, but when the old photographs went up on the most recent Final Friday, the memories came flooding back to me.
During those years, when Baskin and I went about together, he interviewed the owner of the shop, June Rensler, for a book called Prairie Fires and Paper Moons, published by David Godine Publishers. He's granted me access to his notes from that long-ago interview.
June's father opened the shop in 1906. A lot of immigrants, fresh to the city, wanted postcard portrait photos to mail home, and June noted they seldom smiled.
"Did they think it made them more intelligent?" she asked herself.
Baskin had a different conclusion. He thought it more likely that people didn't smile because the exposure times were long. "Hard to hold a smile for half a minute without it turning into a rictus," he said.
Photography had only begun to appear during the Civil War, and June said her father had been influenced by field reports of a younger brother who ran away from home to work with a traveling photographer.
And so the Rensler shop coincided with this international epidemic in picture postcards.
Her father lived on bananas (5 cents a dozen at a little market up the street) and couldn't afford all the supplies he needed. When customers lined up on the sidewalk, an assistant collected the money from everyone and then ran out and bought film.
For 25 years he never had a key to the front door because he was open 24 hours a day, ignoring the blue laws that said he was supposed to be closed on Sundays.
On Sundays, his assistants ran the shop. When they were arrested, Rensler came downtown and bailed them out; the fine was cheaper than losing the day's proceeds. He did this until the laws changed.
"I wore them out," he told June, satisfied.
Halloween was a great night for the shop, although it frightened June, this young girl looking at nearby Over-the-Rhine, the costumed adults festively roaming the byways and alleys -- sort of an extended gallery hop, and probably not a lot different than today if everyone were disguised as a beggar. Sometimes she locked herself in the car.
The same customers came back again and again. June remembers one old German from the neighborhood who came in every weekend. "Mama, no flowers tonight," he said, handing Rensler the last of his money.
The photo backdrops were done by itinerant painters who were always a little drunk -- pale men who worked at night and, like elves, finished in the early morning hours and were never seen again.
According to June, the patrons were infatuated with the moon. They sang to it, counted the days until it was full again and wanted their pictures taken with it, so her grandfather made one. It was a great sickle of a moon with a face on it, and the customers loved it.
If you're too young to remember paper moons, the movie with Tatum O'Neal or the song, you might remember the scene in Sweet and Lowdown, a Woody Allen movie, where an eccentric Jazz guitarist, played by Sean Penn, tries to perform on a paper moon. Rensler's customers had their pictures taken over and over on it until "the luster wore off of it," June says.
Rensler taught June the trade, but he would never allow her to have one of the newer box cameras "the little people use." Photography was a respected craft to him, and he was treated respectfully. "Like a doctor," he said.
"Go back and look at the Rembrandts," he told June. "Study the lighting. Photography is all lighting. It is the play of light on a flat surface that gives the illusion of the third dimension. You must have shadows."
He thought that in 20 years he had made a half a million prints. He built a new house and told his family it was made of postcards. The business lasted until World War II, and after that time so many things changed.
When John Baskin found the shop in 1980, Rensler's portrait was in the window, one of the few he had allowed of himself. He wore a hat and a topcoat and held his cigar at a jaunty angle.
June was still making postcards, only she used a piece of developing paper and cut it into the correct size. By the time Baskin found her, the moon had worn out.
KATIE LAUR's column appears here the first issue of each month.
( Thank You so much for this, Katie! )
Editorial
Paper Moon
BY Katie Laur | Posted 11/07/2007
Carteaux and Leslie, a fine used book store just a few doors from the corner of Vine and Court streets, is presenting an exhibition called Rensler's Revisited: A Fresh Look at Vintage Works From a Venerable Cincinnati Portrait Studio. I hadn't noticed when I moved here to Court Street that the elegant book store, with its front door set back from the sidewalk, was the same store I visited in 1980 with author John Baskin, but when the old photographs went up on the most recent Final Friday, the memories came flooding back to me.
During those years, when Baskin and I went about together, he interviewed the owner of the shop, June Rensler, for a book called Prairie Fires and Paper Moons, published by David Godine Publishers. He's granted me access to his notes from that long-ago interview.
June's father opened the shop in 1906. A lot of immigrants, fresh to the city, wanted postcard portrait photos to mail home, and June noted they seldom smiled.
"Did they think it made them more intelligent?" she asked herself.
Baskin had a different conclusion. He thought it more likely that people didn't smile because the exposure times were long. "Hard to hold a smile for half a minute without it turning into a rictus," he said.
Photography had only begun to appear during the Civil War, and June said her father had been influenced by field reports of a younger brother who ran away from home to work with a traveling photographer.
And so the Rensler shop coincided with this international epidemic in picture postcards.
Her father lived on bananas (5 cents a dozen at a little market up the street) and couldn't afford all the supplies he needed. When customers lined up on the sidewalk, an assistant collected the money from everyone and then ran out and bought film.
For 25 years he never had a key to the front door because he was open 24 hours a day, ignoring the blue laws that said he was supposed to be closed on Sundays.
On Sundays, his assistants ran the shop. When they were arrested, Rensler came downtown and bailed them out; the fine was cheaper than losing the day's proceeds. He did this until the laws changed.
"I wore them out," he told June, satisfied.
Halloween was a great night for the shop, although it frightened June, this young girl looking at nearby Over-the-Rhine, the costumed adults festively roaming the byways and alleys -- sort of an extended gallery hop, and probably not a lot different than today if everyone were disguised as a beggar. Sometimes she locked herself in the car.
The same customers came back again and again. June remembers one old German from the neighborhood who came in every weekend. "Mama, no flowers tonight," he said, handing Rensler the last of his money.
The photo backdrops were done by itinerant painters who were always a little drunk -- pale men who worked at night and, like elves, finished in the early morning hours and were never seen again.
According to June, the patrons were infatuated with the moon. They sang to it, counted the days until it was full again and wanted their pictures taken with it, so her grandfather made one. It was a great sickle of a moon with a face on it, and the customers loved it.
If you're too young to remember paper moons, the movie with Tatum O'Neal or the song, you might remember the scene in Sweet and Lowdown, a Woody Allen movie, where an eccentric Jazz guitarist, played by Sean Penn, tries to perform on a paper moon. Rensler's customers had their pictures taken over and over on it until "the luster wore off of it," June says.
Rensler taught June the trade, but he would never allow her to have one of the newer box cameras "the little people use." Photography was a respected craft to him, and he was treated respectfully. "Like a doctor," he said.
"Go back and look at the Rembrandts," he told June. "Study the lighting. Photography is all lighting. It is the play of light on a flat surface that gives the illusion of the third dimension. You must have shadows."
He thought that in 20 years he had made a half a million prints. He built a new house and told his family it was made of postcards. The business lasted until World War II, and after that time so many things changed.
When John Baskin found the shop in 1980, Rensler's portrait was in the window, one of the few he had allowed of himself. He wore a hat and a topcoat and held his cigar at a jaunty angle.
June was still making postcards, only she used a piece of developing paper and cut it into the correct size. By the time Baskin found her, the moon had worn out.
KATIE LAUR's column appears here the first issue of each month.
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