Feral Foster is a songwriter and performer born and based in New York City. His songs are anomalies: each one a distinct, packaged vignette, tenderly crafted and polished but spilling over the edges to anyone that will listen. They are tiny, intimate stories that linger in the room. A gifted writer and performer, he executes [...]
At the height of his career in the 1940s, Spike Jones began to feel trapped by his acclaimed satirical arrangements of popular songs. In 1946, he formed another group, consisting of the same members, called Spike Jones and his Other Orchestra and played only ‘pretty’ music.
Hooligans, Cranks is an ongoing photo essay documenting the occupation of Liberty Plaza Park in downtown Manhattan. The essay title is derived from labels commonly used to discredit or undermine those engaged in forms of social unrest or civil disobedience.
Andrea Dezso’s series of embroidered illustrations and superstitions are perhaps more than they seem. I see a great deal of truth in her mother’s folkloric sayings. I heed their warnings.
Weegee’s harrowing images of life and death in 1930s New York were given added depth after I listened to his recording on the 1958 record “Famous Photographers Tell How“. Weegee describes his techniques, divulges charming anecdotes, and makes some truly illuminating metaphors about his style of picture making. He describes what he said to a captured jewel thief to convince her to pose for a picture.
Marc McAndrews’s newest series and book Nevada Rose: Inside the American Brothel is a brilliant portrait study of Nevada’s legal brothels. There is an obvious sense of delicacy and compassion in his images. For such a taboo topic, the photos don’t exude the almost expected air of seediness or depravity, but are wonderfully humanizing and revealing.
Do Icelandic Cheerios taste differently than American Cheerios? I’m sure there are some subtle nuances in taste and flavor. Do they use goat’s milk for their cereal? I read somewhere that often times Cheerios are served in tiny porcelain dishes at the annual mid-winter feast of Þorrablót. I have seen the traditional Icelandic dish Svið (boiled sheep’s head) served with Cheerios. Peculiar, but fascinating.