Bound for Cuba on a feel-good mission with a feel-good bag. More to come from the Malecón.
Untitled* as Donald Judd intended. Sterry Butcher steered us through in silence as tawny desert and steely sky traded places in their aluminum reflection. Inversion, immersion. Art, time, nature, emotion, experience: all stood at attention amid Untitled. *Last dispatch from Texas.
My spirit restaurant: Elizabeth Street Café in Austin, a mashup of French patisserie and Vietnamese phở shop, the perfect place (and palette) for reminiscing on Easter. I retreated here to drown my cold in noodle soup, and found myself revived by so much more:… Read More