Given the recent craptastic bout of Anarchist spray can screeds around the Central District, it was refreshing to see this stunning wheat paste down on 8th and Jackson.
A sixty mile out and back to take a look at "Dead", a small exhibit on the rise of the undertakers. That's how we roll around here.
When you resolve to write more love letters, it's nice to have exquisite paper to do it on. Karacho's woodblock-printed paper in unlike anything else I've written on.
Sacred deer, Japanese pizza, amazing sculpture along with really big and really old temples: Nara. Given short shift in the guidebooks, I would have gladly stayed a few more days.
With surprisingly little graffiti in Jerusalem, the Arabic Quarter of the Old City was filled with religious stencils.
Looking at art instead of thinking about making it in NYC.