Or maybe Mario Batali is the more apt comparison.When Jeans poses like this, Emily says it looks like he has his hands in his pockets. (Click to enlarge.)
Or maybe Mario Batali is the more apt comparison.
Maybe the day after Thanksgiving is not the best time to discuss food, but just in case you haven't had your fill, take a look at the Diner Journal, an independent magazine published by the Brooklyn restaurant of the same name (which is also affiliated with Marlow & Sons and Bonita).
More than just a repository for recipes and culinary trends, the Diner Journal is dedicated to the principle of using food as a wider lens for art, politics, culture and community – and apparently for beautiful design as well.
Visit dinernyc.com for more information, and click here for subscriptions.
We just finished breakfast and as I type my mom is making some pies. Later today we're headed over to my Aunt and Uncle's house in Juanita – my cousin Spenser surprised them with a trip home from Boston. It's nice to be back and able to spend Thanksgiving with the fam, something I haven't done for ten years.
I hope you all have a great Thanksgiving, and thank you very much for reading my blog.
Marlene McCarty (Reflection) No. 2, 2008
Marlene McCarty (Progression) No. 4, 2008
The new Department of Eagles record has a cover of one of my favorite Dave Van Ronk songs, "Green Country Road" (originally written and recorded by Len Chandler), from Van Ronk's LP Songs for Ageing Children [sic].
Specimen no.1 is this old Citroën – and below are some shots from 1960s Citroën pamphlets.








I found this book for a dollar at a thrift store in Langley last weekend, up on Whidbey Island. Trucker: A Portrait of the Last American Cowboy (1975) was written by Jane Stern, with some great photographs by the author and her husband Michael Stern.






A recent post by a former Visionaire crony of mine, the decidedly NSFW JD Ferguson, reminded me of Schohaja – a somewhat mysterious photographer who used to send our photo editor big boxes of Polaroids shot backstage at the Paris couture shows each season. Photos from each individual show would arrive rubber-banded together and I used to love going through them and choosing my favorites to put in the magazine or on the website. Here are a few: