Rain Room (2012) on Flickr.
This exhibit was awesome. The above photo is probably my favorite out of the many I took. It was very, very dark inside, except for a single spotlight.
Nicolina ART: The Third-Annual NYC Undercover, You-Might-Be-Arrested, Clandestine Errantry Trespassing Adventure Party - Part 2
After about an hour in the tower we reopened the manhole and instructed everyone to filter back down. Some guy from the bike path spotted our crowd descending the stairs and ran to the emergency phone mid-bridge to call the Police on us. Pulses racing, we made it down the ramp and onto Delancey street just as the police zoomed onto the bridge, lights flashing.
……And no one got arrested.
Former Williamsburg Bridge Railway Terminal on Flickr.
untitled on Flickr.
Taking down the Tiles for America on 7th Avenue before Hurricane Irene, August, 2011.
Female: -19.5%
No, this is not by Lady Pain (Marta Manso) (cc by)Women are, like, totally underpaid in the tech world.
Obviously, this is using proxy measures like age and education rather than experience and skill, but it’s still a pretty strong statement. After controlling for age, education, specific occupation and even the labour market, there is still a very strong effect showing that women are paid 80 cents on the dollar.
Speakeasy business cards.
Source: the Time-Life series This Fabulous Century.
THE WHISTLER (BLOG): via the Chicago Reader’s Bar Issue: Three and a half years ago two New...
via the Chicago Reader’s Bar Issue:
Three and a half years ago two New Orleans bartenders, Maksym Pazuniak and Kirk Estopinal (formerly of the Violet Hour), published a slim volume and accompanying blog titled Rogue Cocktails, for which they asked their colleagues—many of them working in Chicago—to contribute “unusual and exciting recipes that hopefully broke at least some of the rules of cocktail construction.” Later retitled Beta Cocktails (due to the objections of Oregon’s Rogue Brewery), it featured audacious potables such as the Angostura Sour, featuring a full ounce and a half of bitters, and the Lavender Cadaver, an eggy flip with peaty Islay Scotch and watermelon. These were drinks that upended the sense of complacency that the authors felt was threatening the increasingly mainstream business of craft cocktailing. In that spirit I asked some of my favorite bartenders to offer up some of their more recent challenging, unusual, and delicious creations. —Mike Sula
OLD SALT No. 2
Eric Henry, The Whistler
The Old Salt is a fine rye whiskey drink on the Whistler’s regular menu, but its off-the-books forefather is splendiferous, made from the moonless union of Lemon Hart 151 Overproof Demerara and Smith & Cross Jamaican rums, along with burnt sugar syrup and a salt-and-granulated-honey tincture that makes it taste like a smooth, slow-melting salted caramel. Stirred rum drinks don’t sell well on paper, so you have to know to ask for it.
Mmmmmm… ask for it.
—Billy
Noted.
Mustache cup. To keep your mustache out of your drink.
The Porthole by dansays on Flickr.
Blueberry
Inside the porthole:
1 whole lemon zest, removed with peeler, all pith removed
1/4 grapefruit zest, removed with peeler, all pith removed
2 strawberries, thinly sliced with stem on, fan, then slice stem off
2 mint sprigs, rolled in hands to release oil
16 blueberries
2 edible marigold flowers (I used dried marigold flowers from Kalustyan’s)
4g freeze-dried pomegranate arils (Trader Joe’s has fresh seeds)
5g Rare Tea Cellar Berry Meritage tea (black and red currants, hibiscus, rosehips, and raisins, no actual tea leaves)
1/2 vanilla bean, split and scraped
Cocktail to be added (makes two Portholes):
103g Bulleit Rye whiskey
77g white verjus (I used Roland)
26g simple syrup (1:1 sugar to water, shaken briskly)
31g Carpano Antica sweet vermouth
2g Angostura orange bitters
186g water
Hotcakes artísticos. Amazing.
(Source: vimeo.com)
After about an hour in the tower we reopened the manhole and instructed everyone to filter back down. Some guy from the bike path spotted our crowd descending the stairs and ran to the emergency phone mid-bridge to call the Police on us. Pulses racing, we made it down the ramp and onto Delancey street just as the police zoomed onto the bridge, lights flashing.
