These are snaps taken off the marine highway while travelling to and fro, visiting Inuit tribes around the North Slope Borough and the Yukon Koyukuk Area. If I didn’t see these waters myself, I probably wouldn’t believe they were this shade of blue.
What a summer! Once again feeling terribly blessed.
A ridiculous encounter during this Alaskan trip. Sometimes I feel like I’m not here for a study /research program, but rather a holiday because all of these unfamiliar experiences. I did retract my statement a couple of times, but what is truly amazing is being able to see how people live and work in completely different environments so dissimilar to ours, yet reflective in so many ways.
High Times by Richard Prince, May 30–August 23, 2019, Gagosian San Francisco
Before this, the dead heads and hippie drawings – heart and soul drawings that were too real to talk about. This series was so fun, more psychedelic than the past. I love how varied and unexpected his work always is.
Crashed Brownie’s surfing trip this May on a whim. I never thought that I would be a beach type of person, or a ‘whim’ type of person either, but it turns out that a great book goes well together with lying in the sun. I also tried tanning oil (recommended by Brownie) for the first time in my life, and needless to say I will stick to being pale. Love me some sunshine (and loads of sun block.)
There is more I remember, but I don’t think I want to pen it down. Imagine if authors or poets said that! Ha. Thankfully I do not posses the emotional capacity of a poet, nor the linguistic capability of a writer.
A three ton installation derived from the study of spiders and the intricate structure of their webs. I’m in awe of the design and effort it took to execute something like this on such a large scale. It was thoughtful and future facing, with each installation showcasing a vision and potential of a floating city (due to environmental concerns.) I love that this isn’t just art, but excellent design.
Recently, I’ve been thinking about an interview I had back in 2014. The interviewer asked me what enticed me about hospitality, and how I felt about the industry. At that time I barely had an acceptable answer (I was 24, utterly useless and caught off guard.)
Six years later, I still think back on that interview and the answer I wish I had put into words then. The reality is that the pleasure derived from a sensory experience at a specific place will always have a special place in my heart. Café Henrie is one of those places, even more so since it has long shuttered it’s doors. It melded the art, fashion and culinary world (a rare combination, even to this day.)
The name Henrie, a tribute to his daughter Henrietta. The space, peppered with ever functional Tom Sachs furniture, Peter Shire mugs, Petra Collins neon signs, with André’s latest projects strewn about. Coffee by Counter Culture, and brunch fare by Marquis Hayes (who described himself going from “crack to croquettes” in a New York Times article back in 2015.)
There is a distinct memory of walking a couple of blocks from Nolita to Lower East Side in the (strangely) frigid November chill, buckling down for brunch early in the am, holding onto Peter Shire’s Echo Park Pottery mugs (for the first time in my life), watching people as they made their way to work. My mind palace is only capable of so little, since I am neither a skillful consulting detective nor a manipulative charming psychiatrist.