A rough guide for the Art Punks. The New Yorkers that crawled from their LES dives and went abroad. The Bohemian Non-French People of the world. The Outsiders. This is a list for you.
Summer Hirtzel: Traveler. She’s also a fantastic artist. Born in the valley of Northern California, this Hampshire College alum started feeling restless in her adopted hometown of Amherst, Massachusetts after her fifth year. She bravely shifted gears, uprooted, and took on the lifestyle of a traveler, seeking inspiration. She’s a poet. A student of art …
My new favorite city is Asheville, NC for its food, architecture and, evidently, more food.
A very smart friend gifted me this book for Christmas. It was the perfect gift, because I am a writer and I loved and left New York, and also, unbeknownst to my friend, I had read about the book in an upstate magazine months earlier and put it on my mental “to-read” list. The basics: …
Knowing what you want is hard, and it’s taken me a long time through both painful and joyful times of reasoning. Now, I know what I want out of life and I’m happy to say that I’m pleased with the person I have become.
It was Patti Smith who said, in a talk at Cooper Union in 2010, that “New York has closed itself off to the young and the struggling.” Smith wrote in her memoir, Just Kids, about coming to New York as a “down and out” young woman, scraping by in a cheap apartment, creating a community …
A huge part of sex is feeling proud of your own body and what it can do. That’s the sexiest way I know to go into the New Year.
Shelly Yosha is performing on December 23 at Pete’s Candy Store in Brooklyn. You need to check this out.
One of my spirit animals is RuPaul. Among his many resonating and meaningful quotes is this one; “What other people think of me is none of my business.”
Kids? Yeah, nope.
I’m not sure how one can measure the impact “brands” for a “cause” can have on such longstanding human rights issues.
And it’s completely and utterly worth it–to hold these soft, white leathery orbs in your hands, to acknowledge so intimately that one-in-one thousandth hope, to put your energy into that orb, that one, saying Yes, I believe in you that much.
Though prayer is not a strong enough a description, no, the man on the ground seems to venerate the cowboy as if he were a manifestation of Christ himself.
For the past two years I’ve had an acute case of wanderlust: it’s led me to Europe, then back stateside in the New York circus, across America to the west coast, up through Canada… It started as an adventure, now it’s a lifestyle. I’ve chosen to document my journey in a series of photographs taken out of windows. Here is my journey thus far.
I went to Terror Behind the Walls this weekend. It’s an old jail in Philadelphia that is transformed into a horror house every Halloween season. The sprawling grounds are infested with gruesome zombies, escaped convicts, depraved prison guards, and they sidle up to you in the dark, even while you wait on line…slowly approach, sniff …