Several months ago, we about lost our crap when we heard that Beautiful Losers "“ the museum exhibit-turned-most brilliant coffee table book ever bound by mechanical means "“ would soon be joined by another extension of arty rectitude. Beautiful Losers,…
Continue Reading →Up until a few weeks ago, there were only a few words that I associated with startup companies. One was "balls," another was "brains," another was "heart attack." There are elements that lead up to those associations, first and foremost…
Continue Reading →Our general consensus is that it is in the eyes. It has to be, for there is nothing else to offer up that feeling of wrongness in the art of Marion Peck. Her palate is sunny enough, her subjects innocent…
Continue Reading →Since writer Matthew Newton is of a like artistic mind, so we thought it might be nice to give a little exposure to his column called Made You Look. Newton, besides living in Pennsylvania, and according to his bio, owns…
Continue Reading →Alyson Fox likes doing things. In her case, 'things' mean drawing, taking pictures, designing clothes, making shop windows pretty - and probably one or two more 'things' since we last talked. But Alyson hasn't always been so dexterous; rather, it…
Continue Reading →Several months ago, I wrote an embarrassingly impassioned post regarding a music blog. It was a sappy, raison d'etre-style diatribe, involving too many adjectives, too many hallelujahs, and way too many myspace references. I don't think I was drunk when…
Continue Reading →According to what we learned in kindergarten, a watch is a watch is a watch. However, according to Matthew Waldman, the free-thinking founder of New York's Nooka, a watch is just another opportunity to turn a washed-up concept into a…
Continue Reading →Whether you're willing to call yourself a nerd or not, you've likely perused the pages of Gizmodo, one of the internet's favorite gadget guides. Reporting techie playthings at the rate of around 60 posts per day, Gizmodo employees chase dorky…
Continue Reading →It's good to be Leah McSweeney, the twenty-five year-old head of women's label Married to the M.O.B. (that's Most Official Bitches). For starters, her small company -- born from a porch stoop, a plan to make a few tee shirts,…
Continue Reading →Thirty years ago, when graffiti was withheld the respect of the subtitle "Art Form," a twelve year-old Vulcan hit the subway cars of New York with his collection of wildly colored paintcans. Over thirty years -- and countless walls, trains,…
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