spencer studio shop

The Spencer Studio Shop is now open!

One of these drawings would make a great gift for the holidays, 
either for someone you love, or as a gift to yourself!

This is a limited edition group of nine drawings. And I have a feeling they will go fast (I already sold one before the shop officially opened!). 
All of the photos I bought while I was in Paris at one of my favorites shops in the neighborhood I used to live in. 
Also check back, because every few months I will debut a new collection: everything from jewelry to ceramics. 
So spread the word
and the love!

Happy shopping!





Yep! That's right, Spencer Studio is opening a shop!
Just in time for the holidays.

I just finished nine new drawings. 
And tomorrow the shop opens it's doors.
So, stay tuned lovies.
More info to come.




le voyage dans la lune

A Trip to the Moon (Le Voyage dans la lune) is a 1902 French black and white silent science fiction film. It is loosely based on two popular novels of the time: From the Earth to the Moon by Jules Verne and The First Men in the Moon by H. G. Wells. The film was written and directed by Georges Méliès.

i love this


I hope everyone had a wonderful and cozy thanksgiving weekend.
We had a great Thanksgiving day at my godmother's house in Malibu. 
Delicious food, a warm fire, and even a game of charades! 

She has an amazing collection of rugs! 
I couldn't resist taking photos of all the amazing prints and colors!

Then on Friday we had our annual Black Friday Picnic! 
We have been doing it for about seven years now I think. And it was inspired by this story I love about my mum and nana. We grew up in Illinois where it is very cold at Thanksgiving. And nana never had room for the leftover turkey in her refrigerator, so she used to put it in the trunk of her car. And the day after Thanksgiving she and my mum would drive over to St. Louis to go to Saks for the sale. And they would shop all morning and then around lunch time would walk out to the car and make turkey sandwiches!!! And stand there and eat them in the parking lot and then go back in and shop till they dropped! 
It is such a cute story, and even more so because I think it captures part of my mum and nana's spirit, and how adorable and funny they were together. 
When I was little they used to take me along and park my stroller next to a rack of clothes where I could play with all the tags and extra pouches with buttons and thread. And they said when they would leave they would look at my hands and see that I was clutching fists full of anything I could get my hands on!

Now we make yummy sandwiches (turkey, spinach, my great grandmother's dressing patties, cranberries...yum), some left over pumpkin pie, and my dad always brings a bottle of wine and we have a picnic in the parking lot. It is so fun and it makes it way easier to deal with the crowds.

I spent the rest of the weekend working on an exciting project you will find out about on Wednesday!

Hope you had a wonderful weekend full of love and traditions! 
Oh, and amazing food!

top photo by my brother - rest by me


harvest moon

I have been wanting to share this for what seems like forever!

My sweet neighbors, Lili and Kelly, and I put together a photo shoot in September on the night of the Harvest Moon. It was such a beautiful and magical night, we shared delicious tea and nibbles, and lots of laughs and stories. Later in the evening we had my dear friend Jane Anne over to do a reading for us. She is an amazing soul and super gifted, and it just made the experience even more special. 
I feel so grateful to have such truly wonderful neighbors and friends.
I hope you enjoy it as much as we enjoyed putting this whole thing together.

Happy Thanksgiving

In the sweetness of friendship let there be laughter, and sharing of pleasures. 
For in the dew of little things the heart finds its morning and is refreshed.
                       -Khalil Gibran

I think that there can be something rather magical about having neighbors in close quarters. As much as I like my space and surroundings, whenever I leave my house and look up I take great comfort in knowing that both my beautiful neighbors Lauren an Kelly’s perched apartments are there cozily looking down onto mine. I was the last one to move into the 1930’s art deco apartment complex and little did I know that two kindred spirits also shared that very space. 

We three quickly became friends in passing through a mutual Oh wow I love your skirt today or hey I left you some farmers market plums on your doorstep or sometimes it is coming home to a little arrangement of wildflowers gathered from a neighborhood walk left on my steps. I felt close to these two women even though we hardly knew each other. 

The feelings were mutual and so we started hosting craft nights for each other, quickly learning that we all had something to contribute to the creative pot that we were kindling. The idea is simple: one of us presents an idea of something for us to make, one of us opens her apartment to host, and the other brings food and drinks. We bring all the supplies that we each have and compile them on a table and quickly get to work, weaving our very own fabrics of friendship through stories, laughs, sometimes tears, encouragement, listening, and more creative fire. The three of us kindred spirits wanted to do something to honor our connection, and carve out some time where we could share not only food, but stories as well. The Harvest Moon seemed a perfect night to come together and hold a space for one another and the kinswomen that we have become.

We each spent the day on our own baking, gathering flowers and preparing tea. As soon as the sun started to set we met on the deck and spent the night under the light of the full moon surrounded by our candle-lit crafted gold leafed jars. Before we knew it we three turned the communal wooden deck under the trees into a beautiful and joyous illuminated space where we could disconnect from the world for a moment, gently let our walls down and reconnected with ourselves, each other, our thoughts, inspirations and ideas. We got to sit in each others company eating a freshly baked tart and cookies while sipping tea. It was like recharging and fueling up. This evening we kindled a fire of warmth, love, honesty, creativity and laughs under the biggest moon of the year as it shone down on us as if approving of the harvesting of our friendship and kinship. 

We invited Lauren’s dear friend to come by and share this magical moment with us and practice her love of tarot reading. She threw even more fire into our big brewing pot! It was as though our evening was becoming more and more enchanted! The evening carried on and all that mattered was this moment we were sharing together. It is simple: it is a gift to one another to be with one another.

Conceived and Styled by Lauren Spencer King, Kelly Cuadra and Lili Cuzor
Photography by Lili Cuzor anSiena Perez del Campo
Written by Lili Cuzor
Harvest Moon card by Spencer Studio

Also head on over to see the sweet Harvest Moon video Lili edited
all shot on her iPhone! amazing

A special thank you to all of our helpers who helped get the shoot ready and took photos and video for us.

Learn how to gold leaf your own jars - DIY post
Sterling silver knife made by my mum
Tart recipe - I make this tart all the time - it is my signature dish. 
For the shoot I made it with plums and added a little splash of rose water to the macaroon mix.



jim hodges

Jim Hodges

I wish wish wish I could see this show in NY right now


Vera Ellen in White Christmas

I have watched this SO many times
It makes me SO happy!
She's like a little canary


far out

this is so amazing
love the groovy music 
and great dance moves

a. b. c.

Interval (A)
Interval (B)
Interval (C)



Nature has an abundance of gifts and lessons for us. And if we are aware and keep our hearts open we are lucky enough to be witness to them.

For my birthday my sweet friend Kate brought me an amazing bunch of peonies, and since then I have been taking photos of them everyday. Noticing how dramatically they change day to day. And also noticing how beautiful they are in each stage; as they begin with their vibrant pink petals in tight buds, to slowly opening and becoming more fragile while loosing some color, and eventually releasing their pale petals altogether.   
Peonies are my favorite flowers because they go through the most change (I also think of them as the artist flower, as they have been the muse of so many great painters from Latour to Manet). They are in a constant state of transformation. And it is so dramatic and so beautiful to watch, and I always think of it as such a good reminder for me in my life.

This past weekend I participated in two workshops that focused on grief. One at the Iyengar Institute called Conscious Grieving, and an amazing one lead by my dear friend Ann Faison, called Drawing on Grief.  Since my mum passed away I have been fascinated by this topic, and love learning and talking about it. And my art is all about transformation, and the intensity of grief: the complicated relationship of intense pain and sadness, as well as intense joy and love. And how beautiful it can all be. 
I was around two amazing and brave groups of people this weekend who have all lost someone close to them in their life. As I listened to their stories it got me thinking about how grateful I am that the experience of my mum's passing was so profoundly beautiful. I won't even try to describe it here, and now... but will just say that being witness to her death was the most magical moment of my life, and changed me forever in such a radical way. And I am so grateful for that.
It was so unexpectedly beautiful, and I had feared it for many years, and I think that because of this it taught me to trust. Trust the universe. That it has a greater plan for me than I could ever imagine.

And now I am so grateful for my grief, it has been an amazing teacher to me. 

I know everyone needs to grieve differently. And today after Ann's workshop, on my drive home I just felt my heart open up, and somehow was able to have even more gratitude for the healing breathwork that both Ann and I have learned from David Elliott. It has been something in my life that allows me to heal and grow in such an exciting way. Ann is the one that introduced me to David years and years ago, and now I am doing the Healer Trainings with him. And I feel very lucky to have found a practice and way of life that resonates with me. I am eternally grateful for that.

And, though I am still getting comfortable with saying this, I am learning to be a healer in my own way.  


nabokov's butterflies

The drawings of butterflies done by Vladimir Nabokov were intended for “family use.” He made these on title pages of various editions of his works as a gift to his wife and son and sometimes to other relatives. In Brian Boyd’s words, “in these highly personal and affectionately playful drawings the scientific accuracy Nabokov needed in thousands of illustrations of the specimens he studied under the microscope was no longer relevant, and his imagination could take flight. In the butterflies Nabokov devised and labeled for Vera he mingles fact and fancy even more sportively than in his fiction.”
None of these drawings portray real butterflies, both the images and the names he assigns to them are his invention. The names often have some connection to the book that the butterflies adorn and, in most cases,  play on words in English and Russian is used: “Paradisia radugaleta”, “Verinia verae”, to name just a few.