I saw this on my way to the butcher and my heart broke. A teenage girl was hit and killed trying to cross the road that runs under the BQE in Williamsburg.
Today I am spending a lot of time feeling thankful just for being around.
Here, in the distance, is my husband with one of his oldest friends, the inimitable Howard Goldkrand, plotting to take over the world while walking outside of the Parrish Art Museum, located in the middle of an old potato field in Southampton, NY.
The building’s stunning architecture (it’s modeled after the potato barns that used to dot the fields all over pre-McMansion eastern Long Island) is reason enough to make a pilgrimage, but we were visiting the museum to see works by two important African American “outsider” artists, Thornton Dial and Claude Lawrence. More on that later…
Through the magic of the internets, one day, I’m standing outside on E Houston St, shooting photographs of beautiful silver jewelry by my dear friend Jill Platner, and the next day the photo is up online, announcing her latest sale. In the olden days, we had lead times– sometimes of three months– before we ever saw the fruits of our labor published. And while sure, I’ve become accustomed to the speed of the turnover today, it still never ceases to amaze me.
But I digress.
The real piece of news is that Ms Jill Platner is actually having a sale. This is rare. And it’s because her whole crew is so sick of this never ending winter that they figured maybe if they had a “winter be gone” sale, the winter would, well, be gone.
SO go check it out on Crosby street (or online) and get yourself a little something while the getting’s good. Because the sale only lasts for a week. And hopefully winter will exit the stage right after.
Last night was so cold that I found myself wandering into a Walgreens for a moment, just to get warm. I almost never go to Walgreens. After blowing some warm air into my gloves to help my freezing hands recover a bit of feeling, I looked up and saw this sign.
Which I found confusing… is the sign supposed to be about me? Or Walgreens? Or the hidden potential inside of all of us? Because it certainly didn’t convince me that I wanted any of the suntan lotion that was underneath it.
Spotted last night at the gallery dinner following photographer Roe Ethridge’s monumental opening.
Solution for cold hands or fashion statement?
A rare old-school warehouse in the midst of the tornado of gentrification that is the Williamsburg section of Brooklyn.
Ok so technically this was taken the day before yesterday as I was marveling at the extreme nature of the snowfall this month (fairytale). But right after I took this picture, I dropped my phone in a snowbank and had to crawl around digging blindly (nightmare) until I found it (fairytale). Of course the phone went into a coma (nightmare) and had to be submerged in rice for 24 hours (useful tip) before it fully recovered (fairytale).
Phew. Will the roller coaster never cease?
Oh by the way, I shot this with a really fun photo app called Photosynth that stitches together sequential images into a panorama. Worth checking out.