Showing posts with label Eustace Tilley The New Yorker. Show all posts
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Sunday, July 27, 2008

A downpour with Howard Stern

I'm finally back in New York for a while and chose to recover from my jet-lag by heading out to the Hamptons. Unfortunately I missed the annual Jack Kerouac softball game that I was going to participate in (a local artists vs. writers game) so I went out to Southampton for lunch. I passed Howard Stern and his fiancee Beth Ostrosky in town and said hello- I can't tell you how happy I am to hear that the XM- Sirius radio merger has finally been approved. I've loved Sirius since it came out and I'm a big Stern fan but I've been aching for the MLB baseball as well and it's finally here.

I didn't photograph the couple because they had their bikes and helmets on and it felt intrusive but shortly after I saw them the skies opened up and it proceeded to downpour. My girlfriend and I ran into the Parrish Museum for a while which has an interesting show on artists that incorporate sand into their work. It was a pretty lofty show with work from artists such as: Picasso, Dennis Oppenheim, and Jackson Pollock (talk about diverse). One of my favorite pieces was Spencer Tunick's nude desert landscape- sure it's easy to like with all the nudity but I found that it's sense of design and location was alluring because the nude figure became more of a design element. On the way out we saw one of my girlfriend's favorite fashion designers Austin Scarlett of Project Runway in the museum waiting out the rain with us. I feel a bit weird even knowing who Austin is but I'm as an artist I find the show really interesting and I've become a big fan.

Wednesday, April 23, 2008

New York to Norman Rockwell

Colin Meloy

Union square dance

Cooperstown Baseball Hall

Rockwell Museum

Woodstock

I've been out traveling lately and going into the city quite a bit. Here are a few of my latest photos- Colin Meloy of the Decemberists was pretty entertaining in Brooklyn, I bumped into a silent rave in Union Square, and the rest are from my trip through the Berkshires. I made pit stops at the Norman Rockwell museum, Cooperstown to see the baseball hall of fame, and to Wookstock. I'll be putting up a new travel story on my website about it this week. The rest are up on my project:366 on my website.