Posts Tagged: culture
The Big, Easy Surrender (the Thing About New Orleans)
I am a Northern Californian. Berkeley is in my bones. I like fecund, overgrown gardens and fog slinking under the Golden Gate. I like funky cafes, musty bookstores, and trails under redwood trees. I like people who care enough to
The Big, Easy Surrender (the Thing About New Orleans)
I am a Northern Californian. Berkeley is in my bones. I like fecund, overgrown gardens and fog slinking under the Golden Gate. I like funky cafes, musty bookstores, and trails under redwood trees. I like people who care enough to
girl screwed by her own naïveté
When I saw the painting for the first time I thought it must be a fake. It hung on a small wall at the entrance to a cavernous formal dining room where you could almost miss it: an alleged 1954
girl screwed by her own naïveté
When I saw the painting for the first time I thought it must be a fake. It hung on a small wall at the entrance to a cavernous formal dining room where you could almost miss it: an alleged 1954
This Is the Moment I Became Something Else: An Aesthetic Contrivance (a review of Artifice Literary Magazine)
by Anna Fonté Preface: I volunteered to review Artifice, volume 3, one of those ϋbercool literary magazines for really smart, arty types. I thought, what the hell, I don’t get out much and here’s a chance to try something new.
This Is the Moment I Became Something Else: An Aesthetic Contrivance (a review of Artifice Literary Magazine)
by Anna Fonté Preface: I volunteered to review Artifice, volume 3, one of those ϋbercool literary magazines for really smart, arty types. I thought, what the hell, I don’t get out much and here’s a chance to try something new.
