Photographer Dwight Eschliman has created a set of 37 photographs which show all of the ingredients inside a Twinkie. Each subject has been arranged on a plate to demonstrate the tones and textures, revealing complexity, contrasting how we normally think about junk food.
From designer Ben Light (how wonderfully appropriately named!), these Lake Log Lamps are made from oak, lamp hardware and electrical wire.
The cool morning crawled into a hot afternoon last Sunday- an idyllic day for Fifth Avenue shopping. After weighing down arms with bags, we slipped into a table at Rockefeller Center's Brasserie Ruhlmann. Although the dining room (bottom image) is a bit frigid in contrast to the adjacent NBC Studios and flapping world flags, the outdoor dining section is pristine and social.
"It just so happens, I’ve always wanted a Laser.
I decided to avoid the obvious of working with organic forms to go with wind, water etc., and instead work deliberately against those forms. I wanted to make something that was incredibly distinctive in the water, and which would disguise its speed and versatility. To create an optical illusion of sorts, of something that looked like it didn’t belong in the water at all, much like the cubist patterns of WWI & WWII “dazzle” naval camouflage."
It's no surprise that my father flinched when I told him I was going to move to New York City, a number of years ago. He hadn't been in the trenches of the five-boroughs since this period. The images are a collection from Bruce Davidson, John F. Conn, Jamel Shabazz & Martha Cooper. Do we credit the MTA or Guiliani for the vast improvements? The native New Yorkers in my office note: it was an uprising. The people got sick of it and fought back to clean up the streets.
Guns would certainly stir up a bit of conversation at your pool party. Available in flavors like black currant and coke, these popsicles are a nod to the pop art era. More here.
The daily selection: Malpeque. We also requested a side of gouda hush puppies for our first round of plates. With foursquare check-in, you are offered a free side! Other tempting choices include Old Bay Fries and sea salt asparagus.
Noted for the "bespoke," Ward III offers a blue print for designing your own cocktail. If you're not feeling the creative itch, the menu features several selections with an affinity for bitters, spice and spirits. Dark and amber fill the long bar. With vaulted ceilings and logo design reminescent of vintage sensationalist newspaper headlines- the venue rests somewhere between speakeasy and Tribeca charm. New York magazine notes, " classy lounge-cum-restaurant." Win.
We sipped Sweeter Heaters (silver tequila, fresh lime, red pepper flake, muddled basil and white peppercorn). To compliment the tequila, we nibbled the guacamole and house made chips. The recipe is extremely creamy, which I typically wouldn't care for, but well matched to our cocktail choice. For our second course, we shared the Mac & Cheese with "unpretentious" elbow pasta, cheddar sauce and crispy bread crumb topping. The dish is relatively bland, and the topping a bit too oily, but comforting. 
My interest in the Slaughtered Lamb peaked when I noticed the venue featured in a sexy scene from New York, I Love You. A detail, which left me a bit surprised to discover that the bar is best described as a combination of dive pub and Universal Studios "horror" attraction. A small entry room houses the wooden bar, low dark wood booths cram a dining area in the back and a basement noted "Dungeon," rests below with games and pool.
I sipped the Blood Bath (one of the many cocktails or shots with awesome names like "murder," "slash," "knife"), which is an interpretation of sangria. The menu is limited to deep fried pub-grub, but the list of 80 bottled beers is noteworthy. The bathrooms were arguably the scariest aspect of this homage to An American Werewolf in London inspired venue: cramped, dirty and better to avoid. When I attempted to grab some toilet paper, the dispenser flew open and both rolls plopped into the toilet. Oops.
Awesome tee for your inner Brooklyn nerd. Treat yourself, or another, at Cover My Torso.
