courtesy of David Hammock
I’ve always been a fan of the Polaroid. I mean, is there anything more magical than the sort-of instant gratification of snapping an image and then waiting with baited breath as the various details of that image reveal themselves—beginning as ghost-like apparitions devoid of human detail and gradually becoming either a flattering or unflattering photo? If you ask me, the whole digital (camera) age has completely taken the suspense out of the “supermodel or not a supermodel?” verdict process that determines whether one will keep or discard a photo.
"Regarde" by Gabriela Morawetz courtesy of The Committee
of 100 for Tibet & The Dalai Lama Foundation
courtesy of Band of Horses
We all know that Thanksgiving is a time to hang with your crazy family and chow down on copious amounts of richly caloric foods, but sometimes there are circumstances beyond your control that might keep you from the festivities. If you’re stuck family-less in SF this year, or you’ve returned to the Bay Area to visit your clan and are in need of A+E-related distractions this is the blog for you. Drag your Tryptophan-induced self out on the town and enjoy the holiday—Hot List style!
courtesy of Jeff Wall
It’s a well-known truth that people always want to be what they are not. This seems especially true when it comes to hair color (if only I could pull off red!) and occupation (oh, to be an astronaut). I’ve noticed recently that every artist I’ve had the pleasure of speaking with insists their art is closer to another genre than what it seems, in a “yes, I make wood carvings, but I consider them to be paintings” kind of way.
courtesy of Shawn Smith and Francis Mcilvean