jueves, 27 de marzo de 2014

Michael Maharam & Sabine Steinmair

Michael Maharam and his wife Sabine Steinmair are proud owners of this beautiful, airy Manhattan apartment. Their passion for vintage design and objects and art is strongly pronounced everywhere. via living

miércoles, 26 de marzo de 2014

lunes, 24 de marzo de 2014

Kay Wang

Where did you grow up?
Flushing, Queens, NY and Seattle, Washington.
What brought you (back) to New York?
An overwhelming sense that I never should have left in the first place.
What do you do for a living?
I design and fabricate my own jewelry line, The Things We Keep.
How did you get started?
I took a silversmithing class when I lived in CA and loved it, then moved here and took a couple more classes, then when I got laid off when my full time gig in NYC ended, I took it as a sign and just hit the ground running.
What are your favorite things about your neighborhood? 
I’m in a weird geographical divide between a very traditional Brooklyn neighborhood with working class families and a lot of younger new money families, so our hood literally changes every month. That said, I love the mix of old and new on our doorstep and there’s lots of places to go/things to do nearby without it ever feeling congested, unlike a few of the more populated neighborhoods in Brooklyn.
What’s the last treasure you found?
We’re fostering a chow/collie pup (on day three so far) and she’s quite the treasure! ; )
If you were going to eat your last meal in New York, where and what would you eat?
Can I pick two entrees? Shanghai Cafe for XLB and Paulie Gee’s for their Hellboy pizza with extra Mike’s Hot Honey, capped with the always-and-forever-warm brownie sundae from The Chocolate Room. Yeah, weird mix.
If you could have a sleepover with anyone who has ever existed, who would it be?
Bill Nye The Science Guy. We’d have so much to talk about!
If your life was a TV show, what would be the theme song?
What does New York need that it doesn’t have now?

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lunes, 17 de marzo de 2014

Somewhere I would like to sit / Bárbara Vidal