Memories of Miami.
The movie theater. The office park. The mall. Mark Trujillo calls them “non-destinations, particularly North American kinds of nowhere.”
“I see jewelry as bold—as an integral part of the face, arm, or body. It should be incomplete until it is on, related to the body. While it may display excitingly, its uncompromised existence, its full realization is when it’s worn.” —Art Smith
- Donate $1 for every mile I run ($26.20)
- Donate another amount
- Run a mile with me
- Add a song to my playlist (Don’t judge.)
Light as marker of spatial difference. D-33 by Sarah Oppenheimer. (Taken with Instagram at PPOW Gallery)
A mere fraction of the full spread at the latest installment of Cookbook Club, the most magical book-club-meets-potluck. This month, we cooked from Plenty: Vibrant Recipes from London’s Ottolenghi and Charred and Scruffed. And threw in a pie for good measure.
I was interested in ideas surrounding fate, and it’s relationship to chance, blood, and circumstance. The works are designed to imply patterns, and codes, and systems—and to imagine the collision of order and disorder.
—Taryn Simon, A Living Man Declared Dead and Other Chapters
The festival was centered around eight short films, accompanied by dishes made from ingredients featured on screen—none of which are pictured here because I ate them all in haste. Oddly enough, my favorite film of the evening portrayed the least appetizing edibles of all: moldy, disintegrating, exploding, forgotten.