January 2, 1994
Re "Faking It" (Dec. 17): So the vegans get free press in View promoting their lifestyle sans animal products. Thankfully, in America we have the freedom to choose what to wear, eat and benefit from (medical advances, for example). I choose to wear natural products--fur, leather, wool and silk. This way my conscience is clear. I'm not polluting the planet with rubber and vinyl manufacturing plants. I'm not supporting those huge tankers that carry gasoline from which synthetics are made, and that in one accident at sea have wiped out entire ecosystems.
July 5, 2012 |
In her last solo show at Walter Maciel Gallery, in 2008, New York artist Andrea Cohen presented two parallel bodies of work: frail, spindly, freestanding sculptures made from tree branches, vinyl and flat, cut out sheets of Styrofoam, among other odds and ends; and stout, gnarled, pedestal-mounted sculptures made by carving into a solid block of Styrofoam. The former alluded to the craggy shapes and vertical manner of Chinese landscape painting; the latter to the desk- or garden-bound tradition of the Chinese scholar rock.
September 24, 2013 |
Strange, hybrid creatures populate Bettina Hubby's first solo gallery exhibition at Klowden Mann. Pasted directly on the wall or floating just in front of it, the larger-than-life vinyl cutouts are uncanny amalgams of fashion and advertising imagery. Both familiar and disorienting, they mine the psychosexual undercurrents of everyday visual culture to create uncanny monsters. A slinky dress - most of Hubby's figures are faceless or headless - extends an arm that ends in a boxing glove.
May 18, 1989 |
For women, and perhaps for panty-hose promoter Joe Namath, there's Runaway, a new, clear liquid that stops hosiery runs in seconds. Runaway, which doesn't stick to your leg like nail polish, comes in a little bottle that can be kept in purse or desk drawer. It has a control-tip sponge applicator that measures out the proper amount of liquid. Tracie Cessna--a computer sales representative from Westlake Village, Calif., who says she invented her product because she got tired of slapping "gobs of sticky nail polish" on her legs--cautions consumers to keep Runaway, which is flammable, away from heat or flame.
March 14, 2014 |
I'm one of those music fans who never really gave their hearts to CDs. Sure, I bought a million of them, but their chilly perfection always left me cold, and I quietly mourned the warmth of vinyl. So it was particularly satisfying that when MP3s came along, not only did CDs fall by the wayside, but a new generation of listeners got turned on to vinyl. Of course, I had never given up my turntable, but it got a little less lonely in the album fan club. Then I saw something that's been making waves at SXSW this week: a wayback machine that turns MP3s into vinyl.
December 23, 2010 |
"W-w-w-hat is this?" As he tore open the brightly colored paper, the boy's heart dropped. It was flat, so it wasn't a baseball or a glove. He ran his fingers across the blue vinyl cover, touched the white sheets of paper, slowly bit his lip to keep from crying. This wasn't a Christmas present, it was a school supply. It was a binder filled with blank pages. The boy looked angrily over at the balding man wearing a weary smile and a stray piece of tinsel on his shoulder. "I-I-I can't play with this," the boy said.
August 11, 2008 |
Retired Huntington Beach firefighter Robert LaFever, 61, and his wife, Gaye, 57, a retired dental hygienist, wanted to stay fit with daily swimming and water running, but didn't like the heavily chlorinated water at the gym and didn't have the budget and backyard space for their own full-size pool. The solution? Last year they got a swim spa -- essentially an elongated hot tub with a current emanating from one end.
May 4, 1997 |
I'm sitting in a hotel room in Columbus, Ohio, waiting for a call from a man who doesn't trust me, hoping he'll have answers about a man I don't trust, which may clear the name of a man no one gives a damn about. To distract myself from this uneasy vigil--and from the phone that never rings, and from the icy rain that never stops pelting the window--I light a cigar and open a 40-year-old newspaper.