A couple of things we can use in Stamford: A coffee shop that isn’t Dunkin’ Donuts or Starbucks, a bookstore that isn’t Barnes and Noble or connected to Starbucks, and last, a record store that’s exactly like Cutler’s in New Haven.
A man walked out of the store as I was taking this picture. He hopped on his bike and rode away like nothing happened, and I couldn’t help but wonder what he was doing in there. I dropped my camera. His casualness made me feel like the awkward one.
Photographs taken during the 1930′s and 40′s normally look, well, old. I’ve always tried to imagine what the scene would look like, say, if everything wasn’t so black and white. Turns out, color photography was invented back then, we just haven’t seen most of those pictures. Now you can, here. Take a look, and let [...]
International Klein Blue is a color developed in the 1950′s by French artist Yves Klein. Used to fill the entire canvas or as an element in his performance art pieces, the color became synonymous with the artist as well as his art. In essence, the color was the art. I’m not one to make obscure [...]
I’m actually a little embarrassed we didn’t post about the opening last night at Franklin Street Works — that sort of thing is right up our alley. But you know our friends over at Stamford Notes had it all covered. On the other hand, there is another show coming up that we’re damn excited [...]
When we don’t post photos of Stamford, we show photos of other places, in case you haven’t noticed. The gas pump shown here was discovered in the state of Oregon. Giddyup.
Just for clarification, this building is to be used to meditate.
