Showing posts with label street art. Show all posts
Showing posts with label street art. Show all posts
Monday, November 7, 2016
The Streets of France
In other news, I went to France in October with my now fiancé. The two biggest thins we didn't see were the Louvre and the Eiffel Tower, on the reasoning that they are big, and therefore hard to walk around. Since Cameron documents most of the exciting tourist stuff (the link goes to her photo-heavy blog) I took it upon myself to document much of the street art we passed that I insisted we stop and take pictures of.
This was in the 10th ...district.
Next to the Pompidou.
Montmartre, near where Picasso and Van Gogh used to live.
Also in Montmartre, closer to the Moulin Rouge.
Near that cemetery where Jim Morrison isn't buried.
Next to one of the canals by our Airbnb.
On a side street, near the Academy of France.
Tuesday, July 12, 2016
ICON9: the Post Report
So, from July 6 through 11, I was not in Virginia, nor in Washington DC, or Maryland, or the Hague, or any of the other places people generally find me, if they're looking. No, I was in Austin, Texas, for The Illustration Conference: ICON9 (the 9 signifying that this is the ninth conference to be held on Earth).
Held every two years in a different city, under the direction of a different President and Board, ICON is probably the one place I can strike up a conversation with anyone I like and be interested in what they have to say. I met illustrators from around the world, I met art directors from... mostly New York, I met the friendly and professional waitstaff at the Austin Hilton, where the entire thing was held.
Not only that, but I got to walk around the city of Austin, which is itself not unlike walking around tethered to an open pizza oven: hot as hell, but also much available pizza. The final closing party was held at Stubb's which is one of those local institutions that makes barbecue so good that I recognized the name immediately, despite never having heard of it before.
But I'm glad to be back home. I have a pound of business cards to sift through, and I have to remember what I was talking about with Martin Gee, art director at TIME magazine, that ended with him saying I should email him.
Held every two years in a different city, under the direction of a different President and Board, ICON is probably the one place I can strike up a conversation with anyone I like and be interested in what they have to say. I met illustrators from around the world, I met art directors from... mostly New York, I met the friendly and professional waitstaff at the Austin Hilton, where the entire thing was held.
Not only that, but I got to walk around the city of Austin, which is itself not unlike walking around tethered to an open pizza oven: hot as hell, but also much available pizza. The final closing party was held at Stubb's which is one of those local institutions that makes barbecue so good that I recognized the name immediately, despite never having heard of it before.
But I'm glad to be back home. I have a pound of business cards to sift through, and I have to remember what I was talking about with Martin Gee, art director at TIME magazine, that ended with him saying I should email him.
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