The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes "Awww!”

- Jack Kerouac

About Me:

My name is Lele McLeod, and I live in Seattle, Washington. My friend Buster McLeod and I own an art gallery / lounge / club house / event space called McLeod Residence. We opened on January 5th, 2007.

My name wasn't always Lele McLeod. Buster (formerly Erik Benson) and I (formerly Leanne Ng) wanted to begin a new family made up of friends. We wanted to create a fabulous support system for helping everyone we know live extraordinary lives. He wanted our new family to be called Butterfield, and I wanted McLeod, and in the end the name McLeod won the coin toss.

I love McLeod. It can refer to clouds, it can refer to loud, it has a familiar ring in terms of branding, it has an amazing history, and it's also the name of one of my favorite friends, James McLeod, who is a brilliant artist. It also means son of Leod, and I am actually the daughter of Lee. So, I feel like it fits me!

I think that Jen Graves summed us up pretty well in her article, Out of Irvine, in The Stranger. I also love Ali Bayse's article from the November 2007 Sunset Magazine. You can find out more about us on our web site.

Send me a note, if you'd like. Have a great day!