Posts Tagged: art

Art Everywhere

Spending a week in the stunning Colorado and California ignited my lust for visual beauty. And while NYC is no natural wonderland, the city’s art and architecture often serve as quite satiating eye candy. When the city lacks, there is

Art Everywhere

Spending a week in the stunning Colorado and California ignited my lust for visual beauty. And while NYC is no natural wonderland, the city’s art and architecture often serve as quite satiating eye candy. When the city lacks, there is

Afternoon Art

Really love these works by Brooklyn-based artist Jason Bard Yarmosky. The series features life-size portraits of his grandparents in various mediums, combining whimsical childhood imagery with wrinkled spirits and understated sass. Gives us something to which we can aspire in

Afternoon Art

Really love these works by Brooklyn-based artist Jason Bard Yarmosky. The series features life-size portraits of his grandparents in various mediums, combining whimsical childhood imagery with wrinkled spirits and understated sass. Gives us something to which we can aspire in

Modern Camouflage

This past weekend I was running around the track at Beverly Hills High School while listening to Deadmau5’s “Raise Your Weapon” and trying to avoid stray lacrosse balls – an epic experience in its own right. One side of the

Modern Camouflage

This past weekend I was running around the track at Beverly Hills High School while listening to Deadmau5’s “Raise Your Weapon” and trying to avoid stray lacrosse balls – an epic experience in its own right. One side of the

Lost in Translation

“If you can explain it simply, you don’t understand it well enough.” – Einstein This past week, I returned from a “suuuper fantastico” vacation in Barthelona (insert prolonged sigh of jealousy here).  Spain, as always, induces decadent desires for siestas,

Lost in Translation

“If you can explain it simply, you don’t understand it well enough.” – Einstein This past week, I returned from a “suuuper fantastico” vacation in Barthelona (insert prolonged sigh of jealousy here).  Spain, as always, induces decadent desires for siestas,