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Zuzu Tadeushuk

Over the past month of towering blizzards which passed over my house (and knocked out my power for a few days there), I find myself increasingly contemplating milder weather, lakes, light, openness, speed, smell of jasmine. Oh to be somewhere swimming...

Watercolor on paper

Watercolor on paper

New Years and the Roman Egyptian Dead

Zuzu Tadeushuk

It has become, I'm not sure how, something of a tradition in our house to paint Coptic mummy portraits on the first day of the year. In the crystalline sunlight that floods an empty living room once the debris of New Years Eve has been vacuumed and rubbed from it, my family settles into tranquil indoor recreations. Dad makes successive rounds of cappuccinos. Then, in these doldrums, I take out our book of mummy portraits from the Met and replicate in acrylic some deceased person who dwelled in Egypt centuries ago, and who looks in many cases like someone I might know, or recognize... This year's portrait dates from the AD 60's, from Roman Egypt under the reign of Emperor Nero. In a delirious melding of cultures, we listen to my parents tape of Greek folk music all the while.

Acrylic and Watercolor on paper.

Parking Rage

Zuzu Tadeushuk

While I was painting this I saw two cars in the parking lot beside me nearly back into each other. Then there was a lot of honking, some leaping onto the pavement and hollering at each other, and one of them quickly drove away. The noises scared me but my portrait managed to remain looking stoic. Watercolor on paper. 

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Momento: A Coruña

Zuzu Tadeushuk

A Coruña is the city on the Northern coast of Spain where Zara has their headquarters. Overlooking the blustery Atlantic, it is known as the City of Glass thanks to the unique windows on all the buildings there, which contain an inordinate quantity of glass panes. The dense townhouses lining the beach form a glaring surface that reflects the sun and the glinting of the sea. I spent a week in A Coruña in July, working at Zara, and took many evening walks to admire these windows. Brilliant, breezy, blank. Sunglasses are advised; it was a dizzying city.

Watercolor on Paper

Momento: San Francisco

Zuzu Tadeushuk

A rough rendition of my view from the doorway of Blue Bottle Coffee where I stood in line for my Latte Tuesday morning on the sidewalk of Jessie St, Theatre District, San Francisco. Beautiful sky, white buildings, the smell of a Colombia Popoyán roast, a soaring sense of self and work to report to in a moment... After, of course, a coffee, and the savoring of a gap in a day.  

Watercolor on Paper

Sunday Styles 6/18

Zuzu Tadeushuk

Sun in windows is what I wake up early for. Seven AM weekends and weekdays alike I'm up and ready to admire, to worship the domestic beauty, the ordinary glory, the continuity of life summed up and expressed in a silent beam thrown between my curtains. Ah, mornings...

Watercolor on paper

Momento: Tokyo

Zuzu Tadeushuk

Last week I went to Tokyo for three days—a short stay considering I flew fourteen hours each way. The city was so clear that week that from my window in the Grand Hyatt hotel I could see, 60 miles West of me, Mount Fuji in stately, gleaming white. The legendary peak crowned the city with a certainty of presence that made me feel happy to look at, like I'd achieved something in identifying it. I had a companion in the mountain. Glancing at each other over the heads of the city buildings, Mt. Fuji and I shared something secret through the vast emptiness between us; a tallness, a detachedness, a constancy that busy, bustling Tokyo did not have, temporary as the city was for me (three days!), and evoking fashion as it necessarily did by association with my work. The mountain, though, that was just there, and unlike fashion, it was dependable. I was glad, in my hotel room, to know it.

Watercolor on paper.

Momento: Paris

Zuzu Tadeushuk

A vision of a rare sunny day in Paris! Pictured: the Musee de la Vie Romantique (museum of romanticism), which houses some Baudelaire sketches, some pianos, and a cast of Chopin’s left hand. Not pictured: my friend Camille who came to the Museum with me. She is studying writing at the Sorbonne this semester, and loves Claire Louis Bennett and plant-filled vegan cafes almost more than I do. We got into the museum this afternoon free of charge: the guard said this was because we are “from New York;” I think it is because Camille has blond hair and piercing green eyes and because I looked sorta alright myself today, fresh off a morning fitting with Céline. As high a personal cost as beauty tends to come at, it sometimes pays too (in crude financial terms).

watercolor and ink on paper


Zuzu Tadeushuk

Kept home from fashion week by a blizzard. Drank coffee from a cup with lilies on it and couldn’t be more happy.

Momento: Barcelona

Zuzu Tadeushuk

Another little homemade postcard, this one from Barcelona, Spain, where I spent the past week shooting for Massimo Dutti inside a huge and digitally automated (post-apocalyptic) warehouse on the Inditex compound an hour outside of the city. I had one free afternoon, however, on the day I arrived, to cram full with beautiful Barcelona sights, and my first stop was Gaudi's famed Sagrada Familia basilica. Words cannot do justice to its staggering beauty (to borrow from Maggie Nelson: "the words are not good enough")....and nor are my scrappy pen gestures! But you get the idea of it...maybe.

Momento: Mexico City

Zuzu Tadeushuk

Finally made it to see Frida Kahlo’s case azul. I painted the house on a bench nearby, using water which I scooped from a fountain in a plaza in the neighborhood of Coyóacan. After, I bought roasted crickets from a passing vendor. Couldn’t bring myself to try them.

Chocolate and the Baker's Daughter-in-Law

Zuzu Tadeushuk

Angelina is an iconic society teahouse that was founded in Paris by an Austrian man in 1903, named after his daughter-in-law, or granddaughter, depending who you ask. Both women, in fact,  were named Angelina. For over a century, Angelina has reeled in the famous and elegant of the world and cranked out famous hot chocolate. The best chocolate I've tasted in my chocoholic life. I've now had their exalted pitcher of chocolat l'africain three times during different visits to Paris, and it never fails to astound. The first time I had it was sort of by accident, in the Louvre in the exhausted and ecstatic aftermath of my first fashion week a year and a half ago. The most recent time was four days ago, after sitting for a portrait that will become an Hermés perfume campaign. A few groggy, jet lagged morning hours before my return flight to New York afforded me the perfect opportunity to sit, sketch, and chocolate-OD at one of the little round tables in the salon on the Rue de Rivoli... An auspicious way to start 2017, I'd say. A sweet way to greet January.

Paris, Jan 2017

Momento: Bari

Zuzu Tadeushuk

On my flight home from Italy last month, I painted this postcard (in the dark cause the reading light at my seat didn't work and every one else was sleeping). It's a rough imitation of the Basilica of San Nicola in Bari, which had come to be the hub and intersection, heart and soul of my stay in that town. Unreligious but not atheistic, I've always felt a permeating wonder for religious art of all kinds, and the deep tradition that attends it, and the way it circumscribes a culture. So the Basilica, aside from being a convenient spot to hang around a stone's throw from my Aribnb, was a cache of fascinations, and especially enjoyable because it is dedicated to Saint Nicholas, my childhood favorite (the one who leaves chocolate in your shoe in December--at least in Germany or Scandinavia, or here if you're the child of the child of a Scandinavian)!

November 2016

Zuzu Tadeushuk

Two days to go before Election Day. Finally. Tuesday, Nov 8 2016, will be my first time voting, and what an exciting (and terrifying?) first! I'm hoping it will also be a first for the nation-- a first female president in all our 240 years of existence as a country. I'm shocked that it's taken so long; even Pakistan had a female Prime Minister in the 1980's in the wonderful Benazir Bhutto. But women in the US got the right to vote less than 100 years ago, can you imagine? Not yet one century since the right I will exercise this week came into our hands. May this week bring a whole lot more into our hands: a presidency, a powerful fucking world position. 

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Momento: Maine

Zuzu Tadeushuk

I spent this past weekend up in Maine, visiting a woman I think of as my surrogate grandmother- though not biologically related to me, she cared for me nearly every day of my childhood, from infancy to adolescence. Staying with her in her little cottage in the seaside town of Bath, we spent our (few) days together baking, playing Chinese Checkers, and ahh, sitting on the windy autumn beach! Here is a view of the Sound I painted one morning on Popham Beach, crouching barefoot, while Hildegard napped in a protected wildlife nesting zone on the dunes. It's one of the great pleasures of travel to gather tangible memories of distant places-- and homemade postcards, I think, are one of the best ways to do so!

Watercolor on Paper

Why to Write

Zuzu Tadeushuk

Because there’s nothing better to do. 

Because my head is a horse

and if it comes to an abrupt stop

it overheats, can die.

Words are sponges, blue and holey, 

neat swiveled foams

that mop a brain cool

and when they’re done they have 

its heat, its juice, its steam and shit,

and they heap


on tables and shelves—

so many swabs of thought

in some Lab for the study of Growing Up.

Someday, maybe, they’ll be examined. 

Someday, perhaps, explained.

Missing the Andes

Zuzu Tadeushuk

The past week, I have been in Chile visiting my brother who is on exchange here, and during this time I have fallen completely in love with the Andes (who wouldn't)! Inspired by the mountain range's fading colors at sunset and seemingly endless layers like frills on a dress hem, I painted them-- into the background of a rather caricaturish, folky (and hokey) portrait of a young boy that I modeled after a painting by Rousseau.  He is highly stylized ( the style of some frightening child-meets-conquistador concoction?), and the mountains themselves are no less fantastical. Cartoony though they may be, they do represent some small particle of a small experience of small me in the large world. Of a moment, an impression, an awe.

Gouache and Watercolor on paper.

Home From Fashion Week

Zuzu Tadeushuk

There were two dead raccoons on

the road where I walk.

One was very fresh

hit last night, perhaps.

It terrified me

stepping over it. 

Scared that that eye 

might open and I’d have to do something about

a half life teetering on the brink,

and the shoulder of Rt. 45

for maybe many taut hours already.

Scared that 

that eye might twitch

and I’d fall flat in the road and be

run over too,

roadkilled on the way to coffee?

After all our petitioning there are still no sidewalks. 


~ ~


My nostrils trap 

the scent of coffee

as it slithers back across the glimpsed full-moon

bottom of the cup

that finds its place on a white saucer

after a sip.

I’m at a red terrace table

 And I am wearing

a creamy white sweater

like a blob

a burr

a cloud 

and my hair is how it is when I wake 

in the morning, in a poof,

and my face is round

and it is mine 

and my head is mine

and my hands are mine

and my knees are mine

and my shoes are mine- dear boots!-

on feet that are mine

and I am all just

feeling like me

once more.

And I am head to toe


and tranquil.

Watercolor and Gouache on Paper. Self Portrait, hydrating.

Pretend Piety

Zuzu Tadeushuk

Sometimes I wish I could lay my devotion down with some god or group. But I haven’t found any certain way to believe in anything yet. Still, sometimes I pretend to.

Watercolor and Gouache

Human, or Me? How Hypothetical Can We Be?

Zuzu Tadeushuk

A primitive vie for vibrancy, this painting is a rushed, thick-pigmented, woodpecker-stroked swab from my imagination. What began as Image of Hypothetical Human minutely metamorphosed into Image of Hypothetical Me. (I guess we are all, subconsciously, doomed to ape our own likenesses, graft our truths onto the openings and blank spots we make it our business to fill). Anonymous turned autogenous-- all in a prick and a scribble.