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On Saul Leiter.


I was hoping to be forgotten. I aspire to be unimportant.

—Saul Leiter

I spent Thursday evening at the Orange County Museum of Art for the July installment of Cinema Orange. This month’s film was “In No Great Hurry,” a documentary by Tomas Leach about Saul Leiter, a photographer whose works would help to define the influential New York School. Completed in 2012, this little film followed Leiter around his New York City neighborhood as he snapped photos on his now-digital camera and interviewed him in his apartment, full of boxes and books of prints, film, slides and paintings.

So much struck me about this man, who people praise for his artful interpretation and vast influence, but whose humility comes off as so combative that it was endearing. He was an artist who created for the sake of creating, and creating things that are beautiful and putting them out in the world. There is something to be said about an artist who doesn’t ambitiously seek recognition—not to knock those who do, but I still romanticize the idea of quiet (and in this case curmudgeonly) observers and makers who just end up effecting a large group of people, unwittingly.

If you have the chance, I would definitely recommend checking out this film. Leiter passed away in November 2013 and I think it is a beautifully made and fitting tribute.

As a sidebar, I also had the opportunity, before the screening, to view the “Sarkisian & Sarkisian” exhibition on view at OCMA currently—wow, some really amazing artworks in there. If anyone is planning to go and needs a companion, let me know and I will make the time to go again.

Uncommon Advice.

Run with scissors.
Swim immediately after eating.
Talk to strangers.
Keep your elbows on the table.
Look directly at the sun.
Play with fire.



Tuesday Tunes

N.E.R.D. – “You Know What”

Throwing it back. Dance party to start this beautiful Tuesday. Happy 1st of the month!

Saturday Morning Reads

My nephew, who is in his early twenties, recently spent a year living with me and my family. He worked at a bar, busing tables and serving drinks. His experience reminded me how hard it is to choose a direction for your life, and how exciting an open field of possibilities can be. It also felt deeply familiar. Today, we all need to keep evolving in new ways and with new situations. There is no clear destination.

What do you want to be when you grow up? That’s a question we were all asked as kids. Yet in many ways, it is the wrong question. Because becoming a “grown-up” is no longer a onetime achievement. It’s like the storybook ending—”living happily ever after.” That has always been a myth. And who would want a static life anyway? Particularly in our age of flux, standing still leads to obsolescence.

—Robert Safian in his editor’s letter, “Don’t Grow Up,” Fast Company July/August 2014

I have said this before and I’ll say it again: Editor’s notes are underrated. Most people flip right past them to get to the meat of the magazine. I’ll admit that I’ve read more bad ones than good, but when you do read a good one, it doesn’t just act as a simple introduction to what’s in the book. It sets the tone for what’s to come; it’s stirring—whether it’s inspiring, causes you to look at life a little differently, makes you feel warm and fuzzy inside or it takes how you have been feeling for the past eight days and perfectly puts it into exactly the right words. Let’s not take them for granted—as readers or editors. Kudos to those who continue to make them one of the things I most look forward to when opening up an issue for the first time.

Tuesday Tunes / On Letting Go.

The Whitest Boy Alive – “1517”

I thought I’d post something from The Whitest Boy Alive since I read at the beginning of this month that they were no longer making music together under that name. I suppose their announcement was ambiguous as to if they would make music together in some type of reincarnation, but I’ll mourn the loss of a great group (with a great name) nonetheless.

In personal news, I have to say goodbye to one of my most prized possessions very soon: my car. With me since graduating high school, my Saturn has taken me to college, back to my parents’ house, up to San Francisco, to countless ragers in Vegas, all the way to Chicago where she endured being frozen in essentially a huge block of ice after I neglected to dig her out of the snow immediately following a blizzard, and another cross-country trip back to California where she’s continued to be (for the most part) a reliable constant in my life.

My dad’s been pushing me to get rid of her for about a year now, and I think we’re just about there. She’s 11 years old now, survived a few recalls and electrical failures, and her power steering runs and hides when it’s too hot out. I know it’s time, but it’s not easy. She’s not sexy and I never prioritized washing her, but she’s made of plastic and still looks pretty new for an old girl. We’re going to donate her within the upcoming weeks and I’ll be getting a new chariot for what will probably be another 10-plus years of my life. I’ll miss her dearly, though. I never settled on a proper name for her, but my friends always called her “The Ion.” So here’s to The Ion, who has driven me through many stages of life. Cheers, friends.


Me, my mother and a couple good friends in front of old girl, the day I left for Chicago



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