Monday, October 29, 2012
Friday, October 26, 2012
Malaysian artist Amir Zainorin creates portraits of icons from postcards pinned to walls and laid on floors. He says: "This gives the work a mortality or temporary status... it occupies the space for only a period of time, just like a system, an empire or a person [such as] Mao. After some time they are remembered in history books, on paper currencies, porters, stamps or on a postcard." Check out the Queen and George below.
Thursday, October 25, 2012
Austin Airstream? The Austin Convention and Visitors Bureau rolled into D.C. yesterday on their revamped '70s Airstream. The trailer's used as an anchor at city events (think SXSW and Austin City Limits), as a VIP lounge for media and an interview space for musicians. Yesterday's event was at the exclusive Gibson Guitar Showroom space, where the bureau (nicest people ever) showed off "the live music capital of the world" with an awesome, very much live band. We sipped Austin-made vodka and ate way too many bbq sliders, catered by Hill Country, of course. Photo stolen from here.
Tuesday evening was the grand opening of Michael Andrews Bespoke in Dupont. While I'm not quite in the market for custom suits, I was super impressed by the the classy row house space. In true Mad Men style, the shop holds a fully stocked house bar—proving once again that my proclivity to sip-and-shop was way ahead of the curve. Zara, H&M: take note.
Tuesday, October 23, 2012
When Where Traveler asked me to write a blog post about anything ("really, anything") that interests me in the city of Baltimore, I went with the basics: a sleepy indie band, a sassy rap star and a weird-but-so-intriguing electronica prodigy. Here's a link to my five minutes of fame:
Tuesday, October 16, 2012
A few weeks ago, ALO returned to DC to play U Street Music Hall. What's cool about the live shows there is that U Hall's typically known for its EDM, DJ sets, late night dance parties and 18-year-olds who offer you molly upon descent into the basement venue (ok that was once, but it stuck with me), so it's awesome to see live bands take the stage. And who better than ALO? Between their stage banter and extended jams, they're quickly becoming a favorite.
photo courtesy brightestyoungthings.com
Wednesday, October 10, 2012
When I went to check out the Renwick Gallery's craft exhibition "40 Under 40," I wasn't expecting anything too crazy. Don't get me wrong, it's not that I don't live for friendship bracelets and crochet, but the idea of crafts in a musuem just sounded unbelievably boring. And dusty. Needless to say, when I got to the museum and met the eye-popping work of Jen Stark, I was blown away. Stark's vibrant 3D sculptures burst with color, and are all made from construction paper that she cuts, layers and otherwise manipulates to produce these amazing kaleidoscopic, psychedelic effects.
Sunday, October 7, 2012
A 45-minute drive up the highway makes Baltimore an easy getaway for concerts and to visit friends. It gets a bad wrap from D.C.-centric types, but Baltimore has a tight-knit arts scene filled with active musicians, actors, chefs, artists and students. The neighborhood of Station North, for many years a seriously rundown and crime-ridden area, has been getting a lot of buzz lately, thanks to Open Walls Baltimore—a project that brought artists from around the world to individually paint 23 giant, vibrant murals on the sides of buildings and in public spaces across the neighborhood.
[all photos courtesy openwallsbaltimore.com]
Thursday, October 4, 2012
Pilot and award-winning aerial photographer Alex MacLean has an incredible eye for capturing the world from high above. His photos are not only aesthetically beautiful, but they speak to the way that humans continue to impact the world's landscape.
At the urging of a new friend, I volunteered to attend and cover the Patrick Watson show at 9:30 Club. I previewed the band and wasn't sure what to think. Before the show, the anticipation was what I'd expect from the hours before an Internet blind date: I madly stalked the band online, shit-talked about how I had no interest in going to all my friends, and downed a few vodka sodas. All in my jorts. And, like most blind dates, the show ended up having its lows (near seizure-inducing lights) and highs (an acoustic audience sing-along). Afterwards we overstayed our welcome and met Patrick himself, and I attempted to bond over our shared Canadian roots.
Photo by: Kara Capelli, courtesy Brightest Young Things