September 2008
24 posts
NikiDarling.
Wings on her back and directions on her arm. If you know what’s good for you, you’ll tag along. Back from California. Click through.
Remarkable In Peace. We'll Miss you Mr. Newman.
My idol is dead, although I don’t know if I’ve ever actually called him my idol. Maybe it’s because I don’t really believe in placing people on pedestals that way. We should all be our own idols, our own gods our own prophets.
Paul Newman was exactly that, and idol worship aside, if I ever wanted to be anyone else, it would be Newman circa 1960. A man for himself and a man for others, he was a...
Raindrops and Tidbits.
It’s rainy but it’s beautiful. A few things:
With all the stones being hurled one way or another, it’s important to know which ones carry weight. Most of you probably already know about FactCheck.org
It’s a non partisan site dedicated to delivering factual rebuttals to the not-so-truths each candidate has been handing over to the public. It’s a valuable asset in...
La Solea.
I’ve been so busy since I returned from Europe, there hasn’t been much time for stories. I’m still busy, and there’s still not much time, but because I have it on the brain, it’s fair game.
Some of you have heard this story, watching my mouth move and my eyes light up, but most haven’t. My excitement for tonight’s Mugwump show is really what’s...
We Want the Funk.
It’s pretty safe to say that Mugwump is the best show in town, and they happen to be friends.
A ten piece, hi energy, insanely danceable funk band, they move peole like they were the NYC public transit system.
If you’re anywhere near this area, you should be at the Knitting Factory on Thursday night.
I wish I had more time for stories. Love.
“Funk is not a kind of music. Music is a kind of funk.”
– An Eric Herman Original.
Everybody Loves the Sunshine.
Until last night, I had never seen such an explicit amount of bro love (aka “bro-mance”), coupled with nostalgia, emotion and maybe even a few tears coexist in one plane, much less one place. The last game at Yankee stadium was the catalyst for it all at a little bar in Brooklyn called Plan B. The bartender, Luis, is from the Bronx, and you can tell.
He’s a good guy. A real guy, and he...
Ice Cream and Balloons. It's Saturday, and it's a...
Walking away. A beautiful one in NYC.
Space Collective.
Quite possibly the best thing on the internet.
I’ve been holding onto this one, waiting for the right time to share it. It’s a happy Friday, and we’ve all been working hard, so without further ado…
Space Collective.
This gallery is only one facet of the site. It’s definitely an easy place to get lost, and I recommend doing so to all. Just hunt around, click through...
Alex.
Art Fix.
I showed up at Camille Perrotet’s opening having no idea what to expect. All I knew was that she was a good friend’s mom. I hopped on the train to Williamsburg hoping I wouldn’t have to feign excitement for Jules and his family.
Let me tell you, there was a lot of excitement, and none of it was feigned. Camille’s work is fantastic. The opening was for her Make Love Not War...
Green Brooklyn!
Thursday, September 18th from 12-5:30pm.
4th Annual Green Brooklyn…Green City at the Brooklyn Borough Hall.
The 4th Annual Green Brooklyn…Green City Conference, coordinated by the Center for the Urban Environment, is New York City’s largest showcase of green and sustainability issues, programs, and products. Enjoy a full day fair and symposium that brings together the community, businesses,...
A Few Things.
1. Met a friend this week. Goes by the name Zack Houston. He’s San Francisco based poet and artist that has his eye on the infinite. If not for the half cerebral, half hurried prose that pours out of his mouth, I could tell by the hat he wears. He had thoughts about getting into it with the host of the restaurant we were at because they asked him to take it off. No hats allowed unless for...
Gone baby Gone.
Who’s going to sculpt my perfect Paul Newman haircut now? I don’t trust just anyone with these locks. I had finally found an answer to the “Let it grow until I can’t take it, then buzz it” method. His name was Jeremiah, and now he’s gone.
He worked at a barbershop called Frank’s Chop Shop, a great little joint on the Lower East Side near China Town....
Heart Strings and Flying Machines.
This is Regula. She flew back to Switzerland today. She was supposed to fly out Saturday, but stuck around for a little going away soiree. It was easy to change her flight. Apparently the skies are wide open. No one wants to fly today.
Can’t imagine why…
A good time was had, friends were made, people smiled and blushed and hugged. Everything a going away soiree should be.
I missed...
Happy Birthday Tacuma.
Yesterday. But regardless, a happy one all the same. For those who don’t know about the storied Tacuma Bradley, I’d like to first point out that he is, in fact, storied. Second, he’s one of the best people I’ve ever met in my life, ergo the acclaim.
Tacuma is a pediatric nurse at NY Presbyterian by day and an unequivocally talented tenor sax player every other hour of it. Half my musical...
So Much to Say.
So little time to say it these past few days. There is so much happening on in our world, and so much going on in mine. Big decisions and a lot of movement in several facets of my existence. Hope everyone’s world is shaking a little bit these days. Seems like a good time for it.
Two things I want the good people to see today.
1. Photos from the rest of Spain. Just a few from Gandia, a...
Gandia?
It’s an hour south of Valencia, sitting pretty on the Mediterranean.
Check it out. A few of Madrid and the beginning of Gandia.
Storm's Comin Dude.
I stood on a high rooftop tonight and watched a tropical storm roll into the city. I still haven’t bought an umbrella and I’m still so hot for this city’s lines. It’s a virtual stack of backdrop. The scene tonight was amazing. Clouds racing in over a setting sun, the wind blowing like crazy, the city streets scurrying with seven p.m. madness. Good city. Stormy weather.
The light was better...
Art Fix.
Most of you know, some of you don’t, but there are always a slew of different reactions to this Artist.
Banksy is a street artist. To say the least. Based in the UK, I’ve mentioned him before and I’ll mention him time and time again. His more often than not politically charged outdoor paintings challenge the status quo, and pique interest in current issues by way of...
Art Fix. Bethany Barton.
One of my favorite humans, a title I don’t throw around lightly, Bethany Barton is a mover, a shaker, and a creator. Historically, it has seemed that in order to elicit raw grit and truth, an artist has to have been certifiably insane, in a bad place in his life, cutting his ear off, wanting to kill himself etc. Bethany may be certifiably insane, but in no way is she the kind of artist whose...
The Last Days of Summer & Profiles.
In the midst of running around laboring at times I shouldn’t have been this weekend, and right now, not laboring when perhaps I should be, the sun has been shining. A little less pale and a great deal more smiley, Boston was a nice trip out of town and a good segue way back into city life.
Summer is stepping aside. The sun is still beating down, peeking through the nooks and crannies of buildings...