• Art

    Myths in Watercolors

    Watercolors of Metamorphoses, done by my friend Grant Hanna who is at SCAD in Atlanta right now.

    It feels like a bad idea to declare a favorite particular medium, but watercolors always get me.

  • Art,  Good design

    Good Interview: Abby Clawson Low

    The March issue of Matchbook has an interview with Abby Clawson Low, whose blog I’ve had as a suggested read at the bottom of E & D for awhile now (for too long actually, keep an eye on those and I’ll change them up). She has a super unique eye, designs joyful stuff, and–as it turns out from the interview–is just as nice as one might guess from her work.

    photo from Matchbook

  • Art,  Good design

    Soft geography

    Seeing the quilt+floral+map combo in this photo made the little cat inside me curl up and purr to sleep. So cozy. The whole Seattle apartment, featured on Design*Sponge yesterday, is extra lovely and heirloomy.

  • Art,  Entertainment

    TV Talk

    Happy Monday! I spent last night switching from one illegal Oscar live stream to another. Classy. It felt very 90s—when is technology going to catch up with TV-less audiences? I mostly cringed at Anne Hathaway and James Franco so stilted but somehow it’s always worth it to see the beautiful dresses. Did you watch?

    I loved this Aubrey Plaza photo in Sunday’s New York Times Style Magazine. Aubrey plays the indifferent intern on Parks & Recreation. She’s so deadpan it’s post modern. Congrats to Amy Poehler for being the first person to write a bored intern, an office staple, into a sitcom.

    On that NBC note, just want to make sure everyone is watching Community. I withheld my laughter suspiciously for the first couple episodes, but now I always look forward to how they will re-invent the typical episode format. They give the characters plenty of room to be strange so it’s never predictable.

  • Art,  Boston

    For sale: Boston’s Printing Plant

    Joe and I spent the afternoon peering around the preview of Boston’s retired printing plant. The contents of the printing plant—previously used for everything from city employee’s business cards, voting ballots, and parking tickets—will be auctioned tomorrow.

    The building is in one of my favorite neighborhoods: the North End, Boston’s little Italy. A former employee watching over the preview said they would have a pastry in the morning, garlic in the afternoon. He seemed to be feeling a little gloomy.

    Most of the machines are enormous, some made of solid cast iron that will cost almost $1000 just to move from the building. (This linotype machine reminded me of Rabbit in John Updike’s books, who happily set linotype for a living in the first novel.)

    The whole building felt like it had been a wonderful place to work–chock full of windows, warm yellow brick, breezy views of the North End on all sides.

    City seals were everywhere.

    No one seems to know how the auction will go tomorrow–the printers are afraid the metal will go to salvagers for scrap, but most printers don’t have the money or need for new machinery. To complicate matters, much of the letterpress stuff is being sold in large lots–meaning you can’t just pick up a few things, like this beautiful set of type drawers below.

    The crowd at the preview was hushed group of respectful visitors—representatives from universities’ with print shops, mournful typophiles running their hands through the bins of metal slugs, experienced printers with their own shops eyeing the machinery, sightseers like us wishing we had more money and more space.

    We’ll be at the auction tomorrow–I’ll let you know how it goes!

    174 North St. Boston. Opens at 9am, open to the public.

  • Art

    Daily I Fall in Love with Waitresses

    Daily I fall in love with waitresses
    with their white bouncing name tags
    KATHY MARGIE HONEY SUE
    and white rubber shoes.
    I love how they bend over tables
    pouring coffee.
    Their perky breasts hover above potatoes
    like jets coming in to LAX
    hang above the suburbs—
    shards of broken stars.
    I feel their fingers
    roughened by cube steaks softened with grease
    slide over me.
    Their hands and lean long bodies
    keep moving so…
    fumbling and clattering so harmoniously
    that I am left overwhelmed, quivering.
    Daily I fall in love with waitresses
    with their cream-cheese cool.
    They tell secrets in the kitchen
    and I want them.
    I know them.
    They press buttons creases burgers buns—
    their legs are menu smooth.

    They have boyfriends or husbands or children
    or all.
    They are french dressing worldly—
    they know how ice cubes clink.
    Their chipped teeth form chipped beef
    and muffin syllabics.
    Daily I fall in love with waitresses.
    They are Thousand Island dreams
    but they never stand still long enough
    as they serve serve serve

    By Elliot Fried.Heard yesterday on The Writer’s Almanac, my favorite podcast for gray weather.

  • Art

    Art on MLK Day

    Some said yesterday was the most depressing day of the year. And I left you with nothing cheerful to make it through, not even a hello. I spent the holiday at Boston’s Museum of Fine Arts which was swarmed with people taking advantage of the free admission. I thought, “This is what New York is like every day.” Though we came home exhausted from all the peering, it was fun to troop off the subway, down the sidewalk, and into the museum with the masses.

    Did you get to celebrate MLK Day in any way?

    Here’s some paintings from Leanne Shapton, to make up for yesterday.