Monday, March 30, 2009

Home Sweet Home.

It does a body good from time to time to escape from the City and breathe in fresh air again. Relax, refresh, recession? No not quite, This lovely home in Palo Colorado, California is just a short jaunt off Highway 1. No this is not a tear-down, but rather some one's precious abode. I've often seen the owner reclining in his living room, which is the wooden platform in front of the fireplace, reading a book and enjoying a nice glass of wine. The exterior facade is indeed the interior. Yes friends, this is a home.

Tuesday, March 17, 2009

Drill Baby Drill

The Art of the bod. Sometimes not so accessible on the street. Often created without taste or virtue. But every so often someone will suprise you with something entirely badass. Now the only noble truths here that are missing are: right view, right intention, and right what is miss campbell trying to tell us here?? One can seek further enlightenment into her and buddha's psyche in: Dhammacakkappavattana Sutta.

Thursday, March 12, 2009


And then there were two.

Sunday, March 8, 2009

I heart NYC

Ahh... the pleasures of habituating and working below 14th street. One being the time I get to spend exploring my very own 1 mile radius of glorious weirdness. And I'm not talking about the sea of skinny jeans and ray bans that has become a contemporary subculture. But rather the cracks between the grime that can become someones simple pleasure. Street Art.

This lovely installation was spotted on my routine walk up Wooster Street to the highly anticipated Gourmet Garage for lunch. On this excursion there can often be an eyeful of awe-inspiring staples that coexist in this neighborhood: Bag Man (an old veteran of Canal Street whose wardrobe and accessories consists of only plastic bags), or the famed Bansky mural of the giant rat dressed in wall street apparel quoting "Let Them Eat Crack". However, this understated compilation of lockets is by far the finest addition to the block: 3 kids with bowl cuts interspersed with long locked little girls who appear slightly taken over. When I first noticed the grouping many thoughts raced through my head... What does this mean? Why is this here? What is the point? I soon realized that my questions may very well go unanswered and that it's okay. The hardware formation had already achieved its purpose by being one of the very few things to stop my new york hustle and make me think about something that very well may mean absolutely nothing. Genius.