Untitled, 2008
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Untitled by Claire Mazur is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-Share Alike 3.0 United States License.
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2010-04-16
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2010-04-15
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2010-04-07
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2010-04-01
“There’s never a moment for me when I consciously add the last stroke. When a painting is 90-95% there, it’s especially difficult because you know that it’s really close and you also know that you could completely ruin it. Of course, I do often ruin things. I take things too far, and can’t get them back …”
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2010-03-31
<3 you, Daniel Burnham.
During the 1920s, the Chicago Rapid Transit Company commissioned the city’s finest graphic artists to produce advertising posters that encouraged Chicagoans to use rapid transit for more than commuting to work. The images produced beckoned Chicagoans to the city’s parks, museums and other urban spots, as well as to more bucolic destinations beyond the city limits. Curiously, almost none of the posters actually featured the “L” itself, only scenic views of the destinations. Although there seem to be no records of precisely how many posters were produced, what they advertised, and what images they consisted of, researchers think approximately 160 posters were produced for the Insull lines between 1921 and 1929.
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2010-03-23
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2010-03-17
Deli Lunch~
Claire told us about the best deli counter sandwiches in NYC, Mani’s Marketplace. Unlike most cat-filled New York deli’s, this one is special and fresh and the grilled chicken pesto sandwich brings tears to my eyes and I want it.. again and again and you get the idea.—
From Me To You: Flavor of the Month~ March
I became disproportionately happy upon reading that Jamie and Kevin tried and loved the deli sandwiches from Mani Marketplace. My personal favorite is one of my own concoction (with some well-advised amendments from Robert): honey turkey, swiss cheese, coleslaw, lettuce, tomato, and honey mustard on rye. Unless you are going to eat it right away, ask them to put the coleslaw in between the turkey and the cheese so that it doesn’t make the bread soggy. Yes, that part is important.
Anyway, the real point of this was to tell you that if you live anywhere near Mani Marketplace (94th & Columbus), it will make your days so much brighter to shop there. The owners and the checkout girls and the stock boys are the friendliest you will meet at any grocer in New York. If they are out of or do not carry a product or a flavor that you want, they will order it for you. They greet you with a huge smile every time and help you shop and are just generally welcoming and wonderful and make you feel like family. I adore Jamie, because she puts it so perfectly (she gets it!): this one is special.
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2010-03-13
the only "telephone" interpretation you'll ever need to read
I logged on to tell you this very thing. This is where I go public with my longtime love for White Lightning. Deep breath. No one does it like her.
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2010-03-10
From a nice series of photos from New Orleans by Lauren Poor. I am especially fond of photographs that detail forms, shapes, colors in almost abstracted ways, as though apart from the reality which they describe. Also & also.
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2010-03-05
I love this! It’s special. I always forget how much I can enjoy good dance performances. If you are pressed for time or feeling impatient maybe skip ahead to the 11-minute mark. Mostly you are just missing the director of Step It Up 2: The Streets talking (don’t let that dissuade you) and solo spots for some of the dancers. But watch the latter part for sure! So good!
The LXD: In the Internet age, dance evolves … (via TEDtalksDirector)
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ready set go
this made me laugh. it is right up there with netflix categories that don’t exist. “1980’s cult films featuring female leads with dubious moral agendas”/”critically acclaimed horror films with fiercely nationalistic bents”/ “cerebral showbiz dramedys”
I have this fantasy of writing essays that explain phenomena that don’t exist:
”Why Hipsters Love ‘Friends’”“The Right-Wing Turn in Culture Studies”
“Why Same-Sex Siblings Go After the Same Mates: an Evolutionary Perspective”
“Post-Yuppie Culture and the Rise of Upscale Water Parks”
“Play That Funky Music, Gringo: How Mariachi Bands Became a Brooklyn Trend”
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The Standard Hotel and Creative Time have decided to change the way we view art, literally. Starting tonight they are introducing a crazy cool video exhibit that’s like a legal ecstasy trip. All four hotels in New York, Hollywood, Downtown LA and Miami will have in-room StandART channels streaming the works of 10 international artists.
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2010-02-26
Just last weekend, after watching “A Serious Man” with my dad, I was trying to explain to him the ways in which I perceived myself as “different” as a kid (besides being Jewish). It felt really important to emphasize the sandwiches in my school lunch as an illustration. Pepperidge Farm bread and Crazy Richard’s peanut butter, when everybody else had Fluffernutter—I’ve always thought that really summed up my childhood experience.
And yes, I was really upset about the bread. And yes, I can draw out that narrative well into my adult years to explain a lot of seemingly unrelated things, like dating someone who was so clearly very wrong for me (his mother provided him with Little Debbie snack cakes, which he graciously passed on to me during study dates). Stories like this probably terrify future parents, and they also probably should. For the record, I turned out okay in spite of (and maybe even because of) the bread.
While I’m on the topic of childhood sandwich memories, I thought I’d ask my readers if any of them grew up only eating this kind of bread and constantly wondering, “Why can’t we have cool bread like everyone else at school?”
And I know I’m going to be getting a passive-aggressive call from Seana about bringing this up. She’s going to say something like, “Were you really upset about the bread?” and I’m going to be all, “No, mom. I’m not still upset about the bread, I’m just saying that I wish you had bought Wonder Bread like everyone else’s mom.” Then she’ll end the call by saying something about how everyone else’s mom didn’t care about nutrition the way she did.
Mom, the bread was fine. It’s just, whatever… you know.
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2010-02-24
that would be lucy lippard and nancy spero
(via stayupgirl: natashavc: ! )
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2010-02-22
