I totally fell in love with Ruby Sky Stiler’s woven pages at NADA NYC 2012 today. 

The media is (or was) an unread, discarded, art book. It is (or was) an old history of ancient history, no longer reflecting the current take on the classical age, but speaking (if we could have read it) more pointedly to the reality of the time in which it was written. As a reader, there’s either something very sad, or au courant (recycling!), about the book turned into useable paper. Its disembowelment suggests that we shouldn’t believe what it says anyways, and reminds us of forgotten knowledge and context even as it has been refashioned into a new jumble of palimpsest, fleeting words–‘position,’ ‘muscle,’ ‘artists,’–and fractured old-school (e.g. non-jpeg) illustrations.  The effect is one of technology scrambled through Op Art, rendered in techniques as old as The Bible. (Read more.)

The monumental machine, in ruins. Adrián Villar Rojas’ crumbling behemoth at the New Museum, “A person loved me”.

Back to center. Shoal Creek Trail, Austin, TX.

Old Leather, Chrome.

Sugar High. New York Transit Museum, Brooklyn.

A loaf of fresh bread, stick of butter, bottle of wine. Recipe for a beautiful Sunday.

Happiness is a plate of oysters and a whole slow-cooked pork shoulder, tucked into bibb lettuce leaves with white rice, kimchi, and ginger scallion sauce. And good friends, who are crazy enough to sacrifice their health and vegetarian ways, to eat it all with relish at 1am.

Need them both in my life.

I made a simple salad of watercress and avocado—with a dressing of sweet white miso, olive oil, champagne vinegar, salt and pepper—and served it with rosemary roasted yukon gold potatoes. A righteous lunch (er, breakfast) to ring in 2012.

Homemade gifts make the best gifts.