tonight it’s still hot, and the storm that lurks on the horizon right now simply broods, unable to decide if it will unleash or merely sulk, we choose to stick with summer weight dinner of a terrine de Campagne
Street art is ephemeral. The building can be torn down, other people can tag it, weather, fires, and a host of other things can damage, destroy or efface this work. But as “Beyond The Streets,” the moving street art exhibition showed, even the pieces that have vanished are worth a look.
Tradition, Terroir, and Rieslings: Why Dirt Matters—wine and food grow up together
But a fiction writer needs to adapt. This isn’t gospel: It’s a map, with lots of options.
Brooklyn’s street art tends to be more bootstrap, guerrilla, and pick up, more stickers and graffiti, while in LA, there is more of the large format, paid artist mural. Sure, it has there are the guerrilla works, as there is in even small towns. Each has a bit of all, but the cities different vibes trickle down into the art: sunny and spacious leads to colorful murals, while the winter and density of buildings produce smaller works, more out of the basement or bedroom workshop style.
A simple sticker illustrating the Stairway to Heaven the Christian way, with a balance of Cash and Piety under an Ever Watchful Eye.Read More
Street Art around NYC—Recent Finds in Brooklyn, Chinatown and Little Italy (Winter, 2019)
This Wine Romp is about real people drinking wine in actual life, specifically a husband and wife in Brooklyn, sorting out what wines to definitely get again, what wines might be okay again, and what wines to avoid. A rough and ready to the good, the bad and the indifferent.
Devoured this book. Part one—CV—would be a good read for anyone, fans and the curious included. Shows of a strong sense of humor, and a real groundedness. Part two “What Writing Is” leans towards the writer, but there is good stuff for Fans too. I don’t agree with at least one of his foundational points, […]
Popping up here, again, to show that I haven’t died. And to excuse myself by revealing the several irons I have in the fire. And playing with fire is what’s been keeping me quiet, hypnotize by the jumping flames. (Anyone who remembers me from Boy Scouts would know I’m a bit of a pyro.) Okay […]