Portrait: Elyse Braverman, Cultural Sieve
My second commission, for my friend Elyse, who has very good taste.
The voice.
To Ray Kinsella in Field of Dreams, it said. “If you build it, he will come.” In that story, Kinsella builds a baseball field in his Iowa cornfield that opens a portal into the past, allowing bygone baseball players to play again. Believers in the field’s power are redeemed when they set foot on it, … Continue reading
I want to write about you.
I had one of those moments where you think “if I had to do one thing for the rest of my life, I would be happy doing this,” when I came across this snapshot biography of photographer Rodney Smith. Seriously, learning about people for the sake of portraying them like this, I could do insatiably: … Continue reading
And she won’t even hate me for this…
I still feel like people don’t know me until they meet Sarah. Her bedroom in LA, which resembles the one I slept in so many nights growing up, is the closest I feel to home, to this day. And she still manages to show up at my parents’ house when I’m out of town. We’re … Continue reading
Wishful thinking
I’m giving my father two lightweight cotton long sleeved crewnecks, which he can never have enough of on construction sites, for his birthday. Since the move to Southern California, this architect/designer turned entrepreneur and large scale renewable energy-project manager now wears jeans to the office. Not ties, which I used to pick out every year when … Continue reading
Childhood style idols
“The wild horses gallop across the plains as they did in our childhood; the charcoal-burner still sings the old songs that we danced to as children. Here is our native ground, the place that will always bring us back.” Hans Christian Andersen, The Wild Swans Illustrations © Angela Barrett, 1984. All rights reserved. Illustrations © … Continue reading
I’m glad we met.
photo credit: Brian Auer, Flickr. Saturday, 9 AM: Breakfast on the deck 10:30 AM: Playtime. 3 horses, 1 cat 11 AM: Aboard Rip, the 5 year old Arabian. (There are 3 situations, sometimes 4, in my life when I feel completely in the moment, and riding horses is one of them). 12:30 PM: George, the … Continue reading
Some substance. Some style. Some social commentary 
A tale of two (or more) cities:
What are you doing here? New York, at the bar, turns to the direction of the question. San Diego approaches. You mean you didn’t know I was here? Know what? Look dude, obviously I can’t control where you go, but I thought you were gonna stay away. It didn’t work, ok? Are you what, visiting? … Continue reading →
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