In New York for long-overdue meeting with my long-time design hero, and current client, Sally Hogshead. The setting is Le Parker Meridien hotel in midtown, which is jammed with quirky architectural bits and bobs. Pictured here, random cathedral arches.
I don't often find myself at a church on a Sunday night, but I headed over to St. Paul's Chapel for a screening of Girl Walk // All Day, the feel-good movie of the year. To summarise, it's the story of a people dancing through the streets of NYC for a day. You can't watch it and not dance.
Check out photos from the event here (look for me in all-black): www.flickr.com/photos/girlwalkallday/sets/72157629100655847/
It makes perfect sense for one who loves both cats and yoga — a group of which I do consider myself a member. The problem with this calendar is that is seems the cats are very oddly posed, as if they are mannequins. Maybe the images are very carefully Photoshopped. I'd hate to think it's taxidermy.
In any event, cats are cute.
Spotted in Staples in Jersey City.
Bought myself a nice chrome rack. These are usually situated in the garage — or maybe the kitchen — but this one lives in my studio, which is really the bedroom, had I layed-out this apartment in the conventional fashion.
There are numerous plusses and minuses about this apartment, and the lack of storage definitely lives in the latter category. With only one closet, there is no place for off-season stuff like air conditioners. There's no basement or hallway storage, so I can't stash paint and spare blankets and other crap. And so I stack.
Some kind of historic area in Phoenix. I guess it's original, but it's still very out of place, since Phoenix didn't exactly spring up in Victorian period the way San Francisco did. Take my word, this makes no sense out here.
This little section of LA (Silver Lake) features lots of shops with handpainted storefronts and signs. This one is quite elaborate and I appreciate it.
There's lots of type in this this style, but it's nice to see the genuine article.
Just out for lunch on one of these white sky afternoons.
The final day in Chicago, I find myself, as I often do, roaming the streets of a foreign city with little goal or intention, save to photograph the geometric randomness observed in the unity of sun and stone and glass. Chicago is suitable for such a charge.
