Tag Archives: Art

Scrapbook: Jose’s Artwork

19 Jul

Artwork by my dear friend Jose Gonzalez. He let me snap some pictures during our recent visit.

Guest Post: Montmartre Vignettes

27 Jun

Today’s guest post is brought to you by my good friend Gisela, who recently founded photodudette.com, a photography website I can’t get enough of. Gigi posts her own amazing photography, tutorials she’s found, and examples of other great photographs on the web. She explains what mes a photograph a good one and why it works.  What I love most about the website is its message: what makes a good photographer is the person behind the lens, not the equipment. This is very validating for someone like me who has very basic gear. Expensive equipment only takes you so far. What matters is you.

Gigi is a world traveler, originally from Portugal and currently living in Paris. She lives with her husband and two cats. We met on flickr when I begged to join her group, The New Domesticity. We became fast friends. Her personal style is classic and timeless and fits Paris perfectly. I’ve long admired her dressing room self portraits. Today she is going to take you on a little photo tour of Paris, specifically Montmartre.

Monmartre encapsulates both sides of Paris: the sacred and the profane, coexisting side-by-side, a vibrant city center at the intersection of crass and culture. And Gigi is going to give you the tour.


Montmartre is a charming place.

Metro station Abbesses has one of only three art nouveau glass canopies still in existence in Paris. Walking around in the narrow and steep streets you find many treasures. Wallace fountains, street art, quirky cafés and restaurants.

Everywhere you look you see Paris much like it was when van Gogh, Renoir or Picasso lived there. This was the place of artists. Many well known painters, writers and philosophers called it their home. A place of creativity, excess drinking and cavorting, if you know what I mean.

Today it remains a symbol of Paris’ art spirit and bohemian fun with commercial street artists and, at the base of the hill, the sex clubs.

One of the reasons I love Montmartre it’s the view. At the top of the hill there is a snowy white catholic church, the Basilique du Sacré-Cœur, and a wonderful view of Paris. We can see everything from up there. It’s like a gigantic “Where’s Waldo?” of famous buildings. The Invalides, the Cathédrale Notre-Dame, the Panthéon. You name it. Because Montmartre is one of the few hills in Paris, you can see for miles.

After soaking in the view you will be ready to go down hill and enjoy a show at the Moulin Rouge or a new cordless toy, which ever floats your boat.

Day of the Dead

2 Nov

In honor of the Dia de los Muertos I asked my extremely talented Hispanic friend Jose to share some of his culturally influenced art.

Jose is a staggeringly talented Renaissance man who has been my friend for the last ten years or so. He’s so awesome they gave him his own action figure. I know.

When Isobel gets a bit older I can’t wait to celebrate this holiday with her. I never celebrated this holiday growing up, and although the Day of the Dead is celebrated in parts of Guatemala, Anthony’s family never celebrated it either.

I think it’s the perfect holiday to focus on at this time of year. I love Halloween and I think if we’re going to go to such lengths to celebrate death then we should see to it that we remember and celebrate the people who have died so we’re not just celebrating death itself. The period between Halloween and Thanksgiving are the perfect time to tell family stories about ancestors and relatives.

Plus, who doesn’t love decorating sugar skulls?

Thank you so much for sharing, Jose.




Weird Science

9 Sep

This napkin holder could tear ass all over the table

In my previous post about the fair, Little Big reader Shelby commented that she didn’t bother going to the fair anymore because drinking beer in 100-degree temperatures while listening to crappy free bands wasn’t her thing.  I can’t imagine why not, Shelby! That sounds like an evening I’d gladly pay twenty bucks for.

What I personally like about the fair is this:

  1. It’s an excuse to eat a whole lot of fried food
  2. I go with people who are fun to hang out with, so we always have good times
  3. I really like goats, and chickens, and bunnehs
  4. Crazy shit, people. Crazy shit.

I have a soft spot for all the crazy shit you find at the fair. It’s a weakness. I’ve become one of those Old People Who Go To The Fair For Exhibits. In my defense it’s not everyday you see a Marilyn Mon-Lincoln or a Lego napkin holder on wheels.

Baberaham Lincoln

I am enamored by entering things in the fair. I think it’s a dying pastime that deserves to be revived. I think communities need to focus more in the inspiration, the creative process, and the skills of the community and celebrating that effort through exhibition is something we need to revisit. I think we need a grassroots community effort to involve children through city programs and the fair.

Also? I just love seeing people enter weird shit.

I get all my tablesetting inspiration from the fair.

I love love love children’s art. I love it unironically down in my soul. I feel that children’s art is the most perfect form of artistic expression.

ZOMG Adorable!

"Everybody's Racetrack."

And this? This is just badass…

I can hear air guitars wail when I see this.

I love that someone entered their Science Fair project in the fair, even though no one else did.

I nearly forgot there was a problem! A delicious, delicious problem.

I really wanted to show this painting to my piano-loving friends Melynda and Stefanie.

It looked way better than person. My flash messed it up.

Speaking of weird shit, I’d like a guard llama, please.

Until next year, crazy fair entries! Until next year.