In a world as grand and complex as ours, it is easy to forget the value of play. Playing becomes the thing that kids do and adults are left with the boring minutia of the day. Companies like Facebook and Google have only recently reminded us that the activity is for adults too. A monumental move, this is about monumental play. Continue reading
In an era where they only pump your gas in New Jersey, the glory days of the gas station seem extinct – the task and the place, monotonous. But even in Los Angeles, a city of stars, it’s quite a surprise to see this geometric gem. At the corner of Olympic and Robertson lies the most stylish gas station in LA. Continue reading
Manhattan hosts, just east of NYU, a highly polished red body in the lobby of 51 Astor Place. Easily seen from the sidewalk (and Google Maps) the object looks for your attention. It’s a Koons balloon, The Rabbit. Continue reading
Death is terrifying. The idea of becoming obsolete, ceasing to exist, is not a pleasant thought. We die, we’re buried and we can only hope to live through the memories of those who knew us well. Cemeteries reflect this ideology perfectly. While each cemetery is unique in its own sense there is unmistakably a common thread winding through them all, they are places to go and grieve. But how often do people actually visit cemeteries? And what becomes of the grave when those who remember die? Cemeteries are dead spaces for dead people. Continue reading
In light of recent precipitation well everywhere and the comments I’ve heard over a lifetime, it’s time to tap into the wondrous wetness. Like a great artist, rain is polarizing, and there seems to be a social media explosion from both parties when the phenomenon strikes. Everybody has a say on the matter, whether they cozy up in bed with a movie or go on with their daily life, only dampified.
Bikers and drivers see it, if you walk you’ve used it. A crosswalk signal, you know it well – bland, straight to the point. Sometimes, it may have some numbers next to the unisex figure. What these numbers do is count down the seconds you have to race down the street before a symphony of car horns erupt to tell you, your time is up. The signs work well and go unnoticed, there seems to be no need to address the topic; and so the story begins. Continue reading