This is actually artist Jorge Columbo‘s second cover for the New Yorker but as someone who has a weak spot for skylines and the Chrysler building, this one is my favorite. I still can’t believe this was created on an iphone. Below is a link to the New Yorker website that has videos of him completing the works on his phone. It’s pretty neat.
Finger Painting [The New Yorker]
Photo via Curbed Photo Pool/eviloars via Curbed
Meredith and I are working all weekend this weekend. She’s working the worst shifts at the restaurant and I’m working this weekend long event for work. We’ll both be standing the whole time, running right round baby right round like a record baby right round, round round and both be super stoked about life. I love working through the weekend. Dancing through life, just like these obgs!
So last night I went to the Phoenix concert in Central Park at the Rumsey Playfield with Seth. We were all set for a night of bopping around to 1901, Lisztomania, Everything is Everything and Run Run Run with super hipsters in skinny jeans, neon American Apparel and unwashed hair. Turns out though, concerts in Central Park don’t receive the hipsters but more like really annoying yuppies. I don’t know why but I was really sad to not see any hipsters.
The concert it self was freaking awesome. They played for about an hour and a half and their set list was full of both new songs and old ones. They opened with Lisztomania and closed with 1901 (my favorite song). They sounded great live and had an amazing presence on stage. PLUS, they are super adoraballs and I may or may not have a crush on each band member. Why? They’re French, in an awesome band, French, band, marginally cute, band…umm yeah. Anyway. Phoenix in concert. If you ever have the chance to see them live, do it. You won’t be sorry.
Christian Mazzalai - Guitar (Not the cutest, but I'd still hit it. He's French.)
All The World’s A Stage Runway [Jezebel]
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