And with it, a new season of artistic exhibitions opening across the globe in the next few weeks. So we thought we’d survey the art scene to bring you the five gallery shows worth visiting the next time you’re feeling particularly artsy in London... or Houston...
We’re headed into the lamb end of March, which means most of the Northern Hemisphere is beginning to feel the early stages of spring fever.
But that doesn’t mean the weather is going to cooperate with your every urge to get outdoors just yet—and our favorite way to weather the unexpectedly overcast weekend day: visit an art gallery.
Sure, it’s not exactly an idyllic picnic in the park, but you’re still getting all the benefits of a leisurely weekend stroll—salvaging any date plans that might have been rained on—and adding to your ever-expanding worldliness while you’re at it. So, to that end, we surveyed the spring exhibitions opening in a city near you (also: Hong Kong) and found the five you’ll want to know about the next time you need some last-minute shelter from the elements.
But after spending nearly a week in darkness, lower Manhattan has finally regained power and is quickly returning to normalcy today. Kids are heading back to class, most offices are open for business, cell phones are at full charge and Mayor Bloomberg took the subway to work this morning. Things are still rough around the edges (and people could still use your help), but seeing the city light back up over the weekend was a heartening sign of return. And now, back to our regularly scheduled handsomeness...
Here’s a handsome addition to any well-appointed bookshelf or coffee table in need: the madras-wrapped Ivy Style.
In addition to its obvious clothbound charm, the book is filled with a wealth of information on the habitudes of the trad—published by Yale Press, naturally (and released just this week). The book serves as a companion catalog to an ongoing exhibit at New York’s Fashion Institute, but should serve you just as well if a trip to NYC by year’s end isn’t in the cards. Contributors include the exhibit’s curator, Patricia Mears; Esquire’s G. Bruce Boyer; and Christian Chensvold of the blog Ivy Style (no relation). And with the holiday season around the corner, it might be wise to earmark this for any bookish Ivy League enthusiasts in your life.
We’re confident that you were presented with ample opportunity over the weekend to memorialize 9-11 in cathedrals of your own. One of the more poignant moments we saw at yesterday’s service came from former president George W. Bush who quoted a 1864 letter by Abraham Lincoln to a Massachusetts mother of two sons killed in the Civil War:
I feel how weak and fruitless must be any words of mine which should attempt to beguile you from the grief of a loss so overwhelming. But I cannot refrain from tendering to you the consolation that may be found in the thanks of the Republic they died to save.
Maybe she was embarrassed by her appearance, all bent and bedraggled after a long night slamming The Outer Banks of North Carolina (which, according to CNN Meteorologist Chad Myers, “knocked the stuffing out of her eye.”) She seemed reluctant to arrive in Coney Island -- and who can blame her, really. She’d been stripped of the only thing New Yorkers cared about: her title. A once promising, hurricane-ic starlet was now just a run-of-the mill ‘tropical gale.’
Any time a shop has an on-site welder, we tend to take notice.
We stopped by Dedegumo recently, a Japanese shop currently honing its wares on the Lower East Side, and saw some pretty spectacular sights. The biggest surprise is that they make all their merchandise in the story, making it half-shop and half-factory tour. And if for some reason you've never seen the guts of a watch factory before, that makes for quite an education.
Amoskeag XX has been one of our favorite LES boutiques since they opened—not to mention our go-to spot for vintage overalls—but lately they’ve added a few new tricks to their repertoire. Specifically, the kind that involve Japanese selvage.
K-Swiss has been building up a rep as the Original Tennis Shoe for decades now, but it looks like they’re expanding into the ping-pong market. At the end of this month, they’ll be kicking off a new table tennis trainer with the help of the quirk purveyors at New York’s Partners & Spade.
If you want to pick them up, you’ll have to drop by the store on August 29th, when there’ll be a rousing ping-pong tourney afoot and the sneakers in question will be going for an inspiring $80 a pair. After that, you can find them in New York's J. Crew Men's Shop and L.A.'s Conveyor, or just settle for the clay-court version.
The New York Daily News chose today to delve into the treacherous world of the man bag, and the results were every bit as spectacular as you would expect. It looks like they wandered around Union Square for half an hour with a camera man, but great photosets have been put together with less. Especially when they contain pictures like this one.
This gentleman’s Leonello Borghi pack is pretty much the murse personified. From the outsized proportions to the flamboyant fringe, it’s what every straight man worries about when he sets out bag shopping. It also makes the gentleman in question look like he’s trying to smuggle a baby sheepdog onto the 6 train.
To be fair, the photoset does show off some handsome, non-ridiculous satchels from Filson, 3.1 Philip Lim and Banana Republic, but they all get upstaged by the fearless lunacy of Mr. Borghi. Shine on, you crazy bag man.
Apparently two of our favorite people ran into each other last night.
Now that Bill Murray’s been hitting the town a bit more, it was inevitable that he’d run into Kanye West eventually. Kanye was celebrating his cousin’s birthday at Anchor Bar when Murray appeared from the background.
Naturally, it’s just a celeb sighting so we don’t know if they conversed, but we imagine they’d have a lot to discuss. They’re both on the heels of major breakups, but Kanye could take a lesson or two from Murray’s detached melancholy. Not everything has to end up on an album.
Stickball—and street games in general—are relics of an earlier time and an earlier city. It’s hard to imagine street games taking hold in a place like Los Angeles the way they did in New York in the 50s and 60s. The street was the front yard for most kids, and it saw more action from tennis shoes than tires.
Since then, the virtual world has tempted kids back inside, but the old guard is putting up a fight. A documentary called New York Street Games is bringing together Old New Yorkers like Regis Philbin and Hector Elizando to reminisce about playing Johnny-on-the-Pony and mourn the loss of the good old days. It’s a little too backward-looking for our taste, but it’s good to know what a common space looks like.
But if they’re really serious about keeping the commons alive, maybe they should give the skateboarders a break.