Last week, I posted about the giant mashed-up colorform graffiti on the New York Subway system. The post got picked up by Gawker, Art Fag City, Neatorama and some others, garnering a little attention.
A few days later, I got a comment that said:
i know the guy who does this stuff. i can get you more […]

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Those great big billboard ads you see on the subway are nothing but giant peel-and-stick Coloforms, really. I love the accidental collages you see when people randomly pick and peel those thing like they’re great big scabs, and I just knew it was a matter of time before someone started making art out of them.
Then […]

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This is the story that I would have told last night at The Moth for the theme “Making Peace.” I don’t think I’ve run it here before. Any constructive criticism is greatly appreciated.
I’d been dating this girl who was confident and cool with beautiful tattoos, so gorgeous she’d make a whole room turn […]

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You’ve noticed a bit of a posting drought here lately, I’m sure. It happens to the best of us, and also to me, all the time. I get tired, or cranky, or things just don’t seem worth posting.
Or, I get involved in other projects. Projects like The Moth.

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Shepard Fairey’s cool and all, and Wooster Collective rounds up some of the best graffiti on the streets. But me, I love the dashed-off graffiti in New York the best — the hastily scrawled line or two that completely cracks me up. Simply scribbling a dirty word doesn’t cut ice. There’s got to be wit, […]

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I went to this cool Japanese pop-culture exhibit at the Kennedy Center a while back - and as you might imagine, robots were all OVER the place. There were a bunch of really cool robot toys on display, and I photographed most of them for some kind of gallery presentation. I wanted to try out […]

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Things have been dark lately — dark and funky. Not like a good Jamaican dub record from the late ’70s, either. I’ve been getting migraines in the middle of the night.
I feel sort of numb, like a deep cut that’s had a band-aid wrapped very tightly over its surface. When I sit still, things are […]

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Found on the streets of Bed-Stuy, this bike is the baddest thing on earth, in heaven and on any astral plane you care to imagine. Ghost Rider is pushing a played-out second-hand Green Machine with a cracked front wheel compared to this three-wheeled death chariot …

I found these photos on the incomparable blog New York […]

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The Japanese robots at the Kennedy Center’s “Robotopia Rising” exhibit are cute, cuddly ambassadors from a future packed with smiling, happy plastic slaves. Japan’s massive aging population is creating a need for robotic elder-care assistants, machines that can remind the aged to take medicine, turn them in bed, or alert working adult children to problems […]

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Fernando Botero’s nudes are a regal sort of fat, bursting with pride and vigor, Rubenesque rather than rolling with folds. They’re plump but firm. Here’s a man, standing in the mall near my office at Columbus Circle.

He’s elegant, right? There’s all confidence, no shame in that face. He’s a serene and bold protector, a powerful […]

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