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Living for May

May in Indianapolis. The sun comes out of hibernation and the temperatures (and humidity) rise. We begin taking trips to the lake and grilling out. In my childhood, the end of school became magically imminent. Summer becomes reality.

And all those good May feelings are punctuated by Memorial Day weekend: the Indianapolis 500.

Every year my parents host a huge race weekend party. Their college friends and their children–my friends–travel far and wide to attend the Indianapolis 500.  It’s an all around great tradition. This year, with my parents in their downtown condo, many will be staying with me–a passing of the torch, so to speak.

But perhaps the thing I’m most excited about at this moment–the morning after my Pacers took a 2-1 playoff series lead over the big, bad Miami Heat–is the prospect of a race weekend with both racing and basketball.

In my Reggie Miller-era childhood, this was more an expectation than an exception. I’m not quite counting my chickens before they’re hatched, the prospect alone is enough. And now that the city is waking up to their Pacers again, it’s all the more fun.

Racing. Basketball. Indianapolis in May.

I wrote an IndySpectator article that debuted yesterday morning about the history of the race and what it means to the city. Entitled “State of the Race Address.”

In the same vein, I’d like to re-share my IndySpectator about the Pacers from a little over a month ago, entitled “Meet me at the Fieldhouse.” It was written as the Pacers were beginning their final regular season run leading into the playoffs. It seems appropriate to share in light of last night’s display of #GoldSwagger, proving the fans are back, baby!

No, I refuse to stop smiling.


Mr. Higgins Interviewed Dan Wakefield

My best friend George’s father is a writer for the Indianapolis Star and he writes the type of articles that I enjoy most. Not the parsed down, adjective-free type they teach you in journalism school; but rather, the stylish type with fun subjects.

Lately, it’s been breaking laws canoeing the canal, or tweeting coverage of the George Clinton and the P-Funk All-Stars concert in Broadripple: “Jager tastes like licorice.” Today, Mr. Higgins wrote about literary legend and Indy native, Dan Wakefield – and I’m envious.

My friend George and I consider ourselves ambassadors to the city we grew up in (and our parents grew up in), and honestly, I can’t speak for George, but I’m almost uncomfortable with the recent outpouring of super positive attention the city has garnered following its super successful stint as SuperBowl host. Of course, I love the super recognition, but I’m not surprised. Indy has been overlooked for a long time and honestly, I think it’s part of its underdog appeal.

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Behind the Scenes: “Clean Streets”

Few things in life (thus far) are more fun than seeing your friends do what they love – and do it well.

Almost a year ago, my longtime pal Charlie Mattingly and his friend Charlie Myers and his other friend Adam Geise made this 5-minute short film, “Clean Streets” for the Campus Movie Fest at Indiana University. They had won “Best Comedy” the year before with the “Alphabet”, so the pressure was on…

The whole thing was shot in three days, and I shot these behind-the-scene photos the first night of filming. Clearly, I couldn’t keep up and I think Lieutenant Lorenzo, as a result of some truly dedicated method acting (drinking), barely survived production (you can see it on his face in the last scene).

Now days Charlie works in Los Angeles, living the dream, doing what he loves – and doing it well. Check out “Clean Streets” so when Charlie’s a big star, you can all feel really cool by a vague association, claiming you knew of him before he hit it big. As for me, we went to senior homecoming together, sooooo… I really am really cool.

Carlos Diniz in Dwell

Imagine my delight when I discovered a huge four-page spread on architectural illustrator Carlos Diniz while perusing this month’s Dwell magazine. I wrote a blog about his work nearly two months ago. I wouldn’t say Dwell takes their cues from my modest personal blog, but I would say, at the least, I was on top of the trend in this instance – a taste-maker, if you will.

The Dwell article, found here, describes the bygone-era of hand-drawn architectural renderings wherein Diniz set himself apart by literally livening up his work. Instead of just showing the buildings, he showed people and how people were intended to interact with the architecture. According Diniz gallerist, Edward Cella: “Diniz always chose decorative objects and fashions of the day that created an affluent sense of the future… He created optimism through the details.”




Cheryl Maeder’s appropriately named “dreamscapes” have me dreaming of a cool breeze on a hot day on the beach.

Under the Eames’ spell

It’s official: I have a couple crush.

So naturally, this new documentary about my couple crush is an absolute personal must-see (and I’m not usually nerdy enough to watch documentaries on PBS, but I absolutely must!). Narrated by veritable Renaissance man, James Franco, this documentary about the Eames entitled “Eames: The architect and the painter,” shows the masterminds at work, and it looks like a helluva-lotta-fun.

Surprisingly, this is the first film ever dedicated to the designing duo, despite the omnipresence of their legacy in homes, restaurants, airport terminals, libraries, schools, and not least of all, in the work of their successors today. According to the trailer, they actuated an entirely “new way of looking at the world.” Mark your calendars and set aside December 19 to nerd out on PBS.

Architectural Illustrator Carlos Diniz

I recently discovered architectural illustrator Carlos Diniz (1928-2001) while torturing myself, browsing artwork and luxury items I can’t possibly afford. It’s a form of masochism in the internet age.

His artwork fuses two of my greatest interests: art and architecture. His clean style and use of naturally colored paper for background is reminiscent of the cheap, $2 brown wrapping paper I sometimes use when arting around. So, yes, I love everything about his work. The fact his primary subject matter is midcentury modern homes, with their breezeways and integrated landscapes, merely adds insult to injury, so to speak.

“Surreal Musings”

As promised, I made it to “Surreal Musings,” part of the IU Art Museum’s “Noon Talks” series. I dragged Reller along too so it was me, him, 15 elderly women, and one doctoral candidate describing the life of surrealist photographer Lee Miller.

(from Wikipedia)

In one lifetime, Lee Miller managed to become a successful Vogue model (after Condé Nast randomly saved her life on the streets of Manhattan), lover and collaborator of Man Ray (with whom she discovered and popularized the black room technique solarisation), muse to surrealists including Jean Cocteau and Picasso, esteemed NYC portraiture artist, wife of an Egyptian socialite living in Cairo, an imbedded photographer traveling with the Allied forces during WWII, wife of British surrealist Ronald Penrose, and… Oh, surrealist chef too.

Yes, surrealist chef.

Most people fixate on her tumultuous two-year relationship with Man Ray when considering the life of Lee Miller  (see NPR‘s “Much More Than a Muse: Lee Miller and Man Ray“), but arguably her most meaningful work was as a war photographer. This is the period of Miller’s life that the speaker, IU doctoral candidate Natasha Ritsma, focused on in her masters’ studies. The resulting photographs, including depictions of concentration camp atrocities, were published in Vogue to show American women of the 1940’s why the US was involved in WWII. Yes, it was propaganda, but it was real.

And in fact, some – including her son – believe Miller suffered from post-traumatic stress syndrome as a result of her experiences on the front line. Two years after the war, she hung up her camera for good. What does a retired Vogue model / contributor / surrealist photographer / muse / imbedded war photographer do with her time? She becomes a surrealist chef, obviously.

Well, me, Reller, and bunch of old women were damn impressed. The old women were left wondering why they never tried harder to achieve their bucket list goal to become an artists’ muse. I was left with the realization I need to get busy having exotic life experiences (oh, when will a media magnate save my life?), while poor Reller was left totally fixated on the notion of surrealist chef… Yes, surrealist chef.

Bloomington Arts Scene

I recently began interning at ReFrame, a fabulous shop in Bloomington that specializes in eco-friendly framing practices, meaning they refurbish and upcycle vintage frames or use local found wood to produce new custom frames.

But it’s really more than just a frame shop with larger goals for the Bloomington community. My internship focuses on helping them become a voice for Bloomington’s thriving art scene and finding ways to effectively engage Bloomington youth with the art scene.

Last night I was researching the many, many interesting cultural events planned around Bloomington when I found one that especially grabbed my attention. Tomorrow, Sept. 21 the SoFA gallery is hosting one of their “Noon Talks” entitled “Surreal Musings” on the life and career of surrealist photographer Lee Miller and her interaction with her contemporaries, including Jean Cocteau.

I do feel I’m already seeing the benefits of this internship as I plan to attend tomorrow’s talk. Shameful as it is, I must admit I have not fully taken advantage of the many campus programs and events offered to me in the past four years. If I could get in touch with four years ago’s version of myself, this would be one of the first things I would stress. Thank goodness I have this one last super-senior semester to make up for lost time!