I’ve enjoyed Drew Millward’s poster work for a long time. His Time and Tide print is a fave and I even snagged the original art for this Decemberists poster. I wouldn’t have guessed his style would translate this well to vinyl.
This is the kind of confluence of interests that I especially enjoy.
This is 100% my wheelhouse. I find this more interesting even than those colorized photos of early 20th century Paris. My love of this video also accurately dates me. I, right now, sound exactly how my dad did in the 80’s when he’d see footage of some doo wop show from the 50’s. Funny.
I can’t get over all of the little kids in the audience (I’d say crowd but that place is empty).
(click on that image for the full ride stats, via Ethan)
I finally got a chance to give my new clipless MTB pedals a spin this weekend out at Camp Hilbert in Goochland. These trails drain really well and the recent rain and snow didn’t leave much in the way of soft ground. And really, it was too cold for soft ground and the trail ruts I did see were frozen in. I got a text from Ethan on Saturday night looking to ride in the morning. I happened to be at a party at the time so my enthusiasm for an early start was low. Very low. I got it together in the morning enough to get out to the trailhead. I was hoping to enlist a couple of the other MTB-ers in our group but it was too short notice. I was going to be suffering alone. I’m a big, slow chicken on the trails and I spent the morning huffing through the frigid woods. It was great.
Except for going over my handlebars inside the first mile. I took a bad line on an approach to a u-ditch (I call them “whoop-de-doos”) and just ate shit before I even got into it. It hurt. It took me a solid minute to get up and get back on the bike. I want to say it was mostly assessing any injuries (nothing more than some bruises and a scrape) but I’ll admit to getting spooked by the crash and then reluctant to get back on. Once I got rolling again I had another slack run at a u-ditch where I didn’t commit fully and instead spent time worrying about being able to get my foot out of the pedal to break a fall. I ended up climbing out of that ditch. If I’d just hammered the damn thing I’d have been fine. I relied on that lesson the rest of the ride and didn’t some close to missing a line or bailing unnecessarily the rest of the morning.
The only way I’m going to stop worrying about being clipped in is to spend more time riding clipped in. I’m looking forward to it.
This very funny video led to this funny photograph:
The internet remains absurd and beautiful.
I guess this show is coming to my town? It looks genuinely insane with something to appeal to the 12-year-old in all of you: fire! motocross! scantily-clad ladies! laser show! fireworks!
It’s so crazy that I rewound the damn commercial to watch it again.
Looks like it’s a day for finding prints I’d like to have but am unlikely to purchase. Lucky for me, this Bruce Yan Astro Boy print won’t go on sale until Saturday, at which point I’ll have likely been distracted by some other shiny-shiny.
The glow-in-the-dark elements are ridiculously cool looking. Are you going to stand in the dark and enjoy them? I know that I would try on this one.
This is from the Gizmos and Gadgets Art Show at the Bottleneck Art Gallery (it’s the art gallery at the Brooklyn Brewery, which is a cool thing).
Part of the “Weapon of Choice” show at Hero Complex Gallery, this print was in my cart and a click away from ordered. At just under $50, shipped, I had a second thought that maybe, just maybe, those $50 would be better spent framing some of the big-ass pile of prints that I have To be Framed (where this one would inevitably end up, btw).
It’s still awesome, though.