“A reminder to stop, chill, breathe in fresh air and most importantly – EAT. Architects by profession, we’re also ladies who lunch.”
Brilliant. Except that the gorgeous photos of their meals are not fair to someone sitting at a desk a few thousand miles and an ocean away.
April 11th, 2008 / Tags: new york, food, photos / Trackback“The New York Canon: Books From Norman Mailer to Rem Koolhaas, 26 works of lapidary New Yorkitude.”
You will, no doubt, find a lot to have a different opinion about. But it is, nonetheless, a rather good start.
April 11th, 2008 / Tags: literature, america, new york / TrackbackSome great photos on Flickr from moriza. Ah, NYC…sigh. (via)
January 2nd, 2007 / Tags: photos, new york, america / TrackbackSo who am I to even say anything about Jonathan Lethem’s “The Fortress Of Solitude”? Me, just another whiteboy from almost lilywhite Denmark? Yet, again, the book provokes a number of different attitudes. To get that out of the way: McSweeney’s has a page devoted to Lethem – much to see there; Jacob Siegel’s review in New Partisan is stimulating, and outlines what is wrong with a number of other reviews; and, why not, seek out the horse’s mouth and see what Lethem says in this interview from The New Yorker.
I suppose we can all find our own way to the book, and into it (or not: some hate it. Nevermind.) My own way came by a couple of coincidences: a co-worker mentioned it, and I recalled hearing about it, wanting to read it; we actually were in that part of Brooklyn only a few weeks ago; and, yeah, the wifey hails from those parts: Brooklyn (albeit not Boerum Hill. Still.)
At one point Abigale Ponder asks Dylan Ebdus why he is so obsessed with his childhood. And that is exactly the point, for me: I never played stoopball, never had a spaldeen. Never was yoked, not like that – but close enough in some, other ways. So, somehow, Lethem connects to something about childhood that goes a lot deeper than the games that were being played.