01. Fakes, Forgeries, and Mysteries
“Watch museum experts solve the DIA’s greatest art mysteries!” (Art Babble).
02. Like Cormac McCarthy, But Funny
“In 1964, in the midst of so-called Swinging London, Charles McColl Portis had Karl Marx’s old job. Portis (who turns seventy this year) was thirty at the time, not yet a novelist, just a newspaperman seemingly blessed by that guild’s gods. His situational Marxism would have been hard to predict. Delivered into this world by the “ominous Dr. Slaughter” in El Dorado, Arkansas, in 1933, Charles Portis—sometimes “Charlie” or “Buddy”—had grown up in towns along the Arkla border, enlisted in the Marines after high school and fought in the Korean War. Upon his discharge in 1955, he majored in journalism at the University of Arkansas (imagining it might be “fun and not very hard, something like barber college”), and after graduation worked at the appealingly named Memphis Commercial Appeal. He soon returned to his native state, writing for the Arkansas Gazette in Little Rock.” (Believer).
03. Hermes Debuts “Petit h,” a Line of Accessories Made from Upcycled Scraps (Above)
“Hermès isn’t about to win any PETA awards anytime soon, but that won’t stop the luxury leathermonger from taking a stab at sustainability. The house that launched a thousand Birkins has spun off the “Petit h” collection, a series of “unidentified poetic objects” cobbled together from defective inventory and factory-floor leftovers. Under the direction of Pascale Mussard, the great-great-great-granddaughter of Thierry Hermès, who made a name for himself fashioning harnesses and bridles, company artisans transform castoff teapot spouts into jewelry hangers, flawed crystal tableware into a set of dumbbells, and leather scraps into a dramatic necklace.” (Ecouterre).
04. My guide to derby day by Martin Keown
“With all the pre-match hype and the venom from the fans, it is easy to lose your head. Playing at White Hart Lane in 1999 I was sent off at the death for a stupid tackle. But the fans were so loud because Tottenham were winning by that point that I felt I had to match their passion and got it wrong. I always found the north London derby the fiercest while the Merseyside fans seemed friendlier.” (Daily Mail).
is the photographic history of the the 70’s California skate scene during the height of the drought which lead to explosion in not only bowl riding but the sport of skateboarding. “One afternoon in 1975, a young photographer named Hugh Holland drove up Laurel Canyon Boulevard in Los Angeles and encountered skateboarders carving up the drainage ditches along the side of the canyon. Immediately transfixed by their grace and athleticism, he knew he had found an amazing subject. Although not a skateboarder himself, for the next three years Holland never tired of documenting skateboarders surfing the streets of Los Angeles, parts of the San Fernando Valley, Venice Beach, and as far away as San Francisco and Baja California, Mexico.”
