Growing up by the ocean, Denise Amses' world was formed by water and light. As a child, she collected beach glass from her walks on the Jersey shore. When she began painting, she chose watercolors. The play of light on the surface of the water was the focus of her work.
I got a sense of what "real" modern art can be by a brief visit to Tate Modern, not far from the Thames in London. I found a museum full of light and mechanics and cars and giant pianos hanging from ceilings. I think the real problem was American modern art.
Charlie Palmer's foie gras mousseline with bing cherries was also a favorite. Light and fluffy, it was beautifully smooth. And who could resist Francois Payard's tasting table full of macaroons? Each was accompanied by a wink and French charm.
Forget local history books that don't fully account for a civil war and other setbacks that ruined the country and follow the money in Lebanon's tortuous slide from "Switzerland of the Middle East" to dysfunctional entity par excellence.
So how did Seth and Joel go about choosing the holiday songs that would be featured on this recording? Given that MacFarlane has an almost encyclopedic knowledge of the great American songbook, McNeeley opted to let Seth choose the line-up for this Christmas album.
Since the year I turned ten, the days following Thanksgiving have marked the arrival of my personal dark season. When sun sets too early and the temperature drops, I am brought back to the last day of my father's life.
We should never forget the power of human connection in retail, the strength of a story well told, and the lasting impression of great visual merchandising brought to life in good old-fashioned three dimensions.
Jeff Koons and Kara Walker are far from the first artists to explore the concept of life and death in their artwork. In fact, this concept is the very essence of what the art world constantly seeks to investigate.
I don't particularly remember saying goodbye to Tim. Once he'd pried Moynihan out of the editor's corner office, he had no reason to linger. Our lives would go on, we'd never share another word, let alone an adventure.
All I'm asking, New Yorkers, is that you either honestly document the city, including the trash bags that get buried for months under the snow when the blizzard hits, or quit clogging up my feed with propaganda.