Inge Morath, Untitled, New York, 1959. via whitehotel
(via triplecanopy)
Azealia Banks - 1991
(Source: nedhepburn, via molls)
“Newcastle and Nobleboro, in which we met the dudes at Oxbow Brewing Company, drank their beer, met pigs and ate pigs, drank mead, met (but did not eat) Oyster Pete, and drank more beer.
I’d actually like to replicate this episode, drink by drink.
In case you were offline this weekend and didn’t see my constant stream of “OMG someone did a burnout in the shape of a peace sign in the middle of Camden and I MET HIM” posts - here’s another chance to check out the most amazing fusion of redneck meets hippie in the land of yuppie, that I’ve probably ever seen.
Jenna Lookner, a friend who works at the local paper, wrote a great article about Clifford Pendleton’s skillful shenanigans that is totally worth the buck it takes to get beyond the paywall. Here’s a taste:
A large peace symbol was emblazoned on the pavement. While both intentional, and accidental, tire marks are not an uncommon sight on roads throughout the area, locals said they were surprised to see the near perfect circle in such a high traffic location.
Photos started surfacing on Facebook in the wee hours of Saturday morning and I wasn’t the only one who suspicious that photoshop was at work. But that peace sign? It’s the real deal. Here’s how it went down:
Clifford Pendleton rolled into Camden in the large red/orange truck — a 1996 Kodiak that he customized himself in 2011 — shortly before 12 a.m. Sunday morning. Earlier in May he used his driving prowess and a few features unique to his vehicle to create a similar tire-track peace sign in front of Bowens in Belfast following a memorial service for his friend — a military veteran — Donald Skip Rogers. He said he decided on a peace sign after considering the logistics and tone of the design. He said Tuesday he had been thinking about doing a more public rendition of the peace sign for “a few weeks.”
You know you want to know how he did it.
Back in the day (Taken with instagram)
Jon is taking a trip down memory lane. This is us in our seventh grade science class.
“Trip to town 10 bucks fuel! Court summoms 139 bucks! The miles of smiles PRICELESS!!” - Cliff
Whomever is responsible for this peace sign burnout in the middle of Route 1 in Camden is my hero.
It’s taken a while, but this week, with the addition of some snazzy new chairs, the breakfast nook in my lil galley kitchen totally came together.
Major props to my mom who not only spotted the chairs at an antique marketplace, but helped me reupholster them. The cloth we used is vintage and came from one of my mom’s old pals. My stepfather, Richard, also helped with the chair project by cutting out plywood bases from the wood he removed (and replaced with a more narrow and useable shelf) from under my kitchen sink.
Anyhoo, it’s been quite a transformation, and I love it.
