Something about watching a pretty girl cry –
Directed by : Daniel Wolfe
Something about watching a pretty girl cry –
Directed by : Daniel Wolfe
If the skyscrapers and hotels in the background were cropped out, you might not even know these images were taken in Central Park.
But they were. In the summer of 1961, Life =photographer Leonard McCombe documented New Yorkers enjoying pastimes and pleasures in the park, about a century old at the time.
His photographs came together in an essay in the magazine. All 26 published photos are available in the Life archive.
These five really capture the joys of a lazy warm New York afternoon, and all the ways to enjoy the 800 or so acres of the worldβs most famous park.
[No more carriage rides in the park if our current mayor gets his wayβ¦]
In 1961, you could have taken a dip in the waters of Bethesda Fountain (well, dogs could, apparently), fish in Harlem Meer (or is that the pond?), or kick a soccer ball aroundβ¦
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RIP FRANKIE
This project had it all going for it. Clive Davis put it together. They appeared with a perfect debut album, a hit first single in 2001 with “After The Party,” then poof! They vanished. A duo act that defined neo-soul, Koffee Brown was the male singer Fonz and his female counterpart, Verlene “Vee” Sales. “Clive Davis presents Fonz and Verlene.” Helleaux. Not a bad start in a business where starting is the hardest part.
Everybody loved this album back at the turn of the century. DJ’s adored it. I played it to death at Beige Hollywood and everytime I cut to it the crowd would start to smile, hands up, butts out. These tracks shake booties. It is one-hundred percent “attitoove.” okhay? (tongue pop)
Dat’s Kawffe Brown, right dair…
cute, ryight?
The album is Mars/Venus. The quality of the production and the recording itself is superb. It’s a classy Clive collection of never were hits. You should have it, you really should. Here’s a favorite track of mine that will push any sound system’s bass end to the “level ten I’m almost deaf and these bins are about to blow” extreme. Crank it.
Where are they now? What’s the T? Who got the 411 here? WHAT HAPPENED?
All I can say is, ” RE-UNION TIME!!! ” Should we start a petition on Change.org or one of those useless petition sites that I spend hours on? Nothing really happened with my last petition though. I still don’t understand why everybody didn’t want to get behind me when I asked the Council of Fashion Designers to please bring back HUGE shoulder pads…I though for sure that would just go viral….anyway – Koffee Brown y’all. They old but they still good.
Carlyle Brown (American, 1920-1963)
Imaginary Landscape With Eggs, 1963
Gouache on paper
24 x 27.5 inches (sight)
In original frame, reinstalled with acid-free materials
Signed: Carlyle Brown 63
William Ward Beecher (American, 1928-2006)
Beachscape, 1950
Oil on board, in original frame
14.5 x 17.25 inches (sight)
Signed: William Ward Beecher 50
Gem show this weekend. Alert Alert The Gem Show is this weekend.
The Junior Ballroom will be converted into a *stunning* UV mineral room featuring the largest exhibit of ultra-violet minerals outside of the Franklin and Sterling Hill mineral museums.
Emeralds in the rough?
– Special exhibit #9: Touch the Moon! β¦and Mars! β¦and Vesta! –Touch actual rocks from these worlds
hey hey hey
Free Shuttle Buses. Did you hear what happened on the shuttle bus?
We thank you for your interest in our shows
Cute to a taste.
Want.
I need “Topper gloss.”
Every era in New York history has its characters.
And in the late 19th century city, which celebrated extravagance and excess, socialite and clotheshorse Evander Berry Wall was one of the most colorful.
Born in 1860 into a wealthy family, he inherited $2 million by his 21st birthday.
That was an incredible sum in the Gilded Age, and it enabled party-loving Wall (who sported a monocle, and insisted on only drinking champagne) to not work for a living and instead indulge in his love of fashion.
How much of a fashionista was this guy? Reportedly he owned 500 pairs of pants, 5,000 ties, loved loud colors and patterns, and changed his clothes six times a day.
βHe wore waistcoats that dazzled the eye. He wore violet spats. His spread-eagle collars and startling cravats kept New Yorkers agog,β wrote The New York Times in his 1940 obituary.
In the 1880sβ¦
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