David Luis though I dunno
David Luis though I dunno
…these days it certainly seems so, and a trip in the youtube timemachine is completely necessary as we count down to this summer’s penultimate tourney.
77 days remaining.
Ecuador vs. Les Bleus June 25th, 2014.
…culled from On City Streets, a quick read described as ****A remarkable compendium of poems and photographs that captures the heart and soul of the city and its people****
Perhaps…but one must question the placement of a cafe racer beneath a poem extolling the virtues of silence. But, perhaps it was a little joke by the editor. On City Streets was published in 1968, and one can imagine the noisy little two-stroke blasting around the empty avenues of a 1960′s Sunday’s Manhattan. Note the single downturned bar-end mirror, air scoop on the front drum, and low handlebars. As for the rider; bubble helmet, fingerless gloves, and loafers complete the look. At first glance, the bike is a Kawasaki..one of their infamous two strokes. But no…it’s something else. A Bultaco…maybe?
Cool video found on Dan the Man’s website theroadchoseme.com.
The entire length of the Panamericana is pretty much all paved now…progress man
Red Cube, Isamu Noguchi, 1968
140 Broadway, Manhattan
As an addendum to our previous post related to Japanpal Isamu Noguchi, note the giant Red Cube that adorns the plaza in front of the HSBC building downtown in Manhattan’s Financial District. It’s Noguchi’s own and it’s huge, much bigger than the Astor Place cube, although it doesn’t rotate. Regardless, it’s large and in charge. A refreshing counterpoint to the Japanese tendency to celebrate the phallus.
To follow up on the Japan trip and punch one of the few remaining holes on our NYC cultural sights and sounds pilgrimage ticket, it was off to the Isamu Noguchi Museum in old Astoria town to cavort with abstract sculptures and shapes in the medium of stone.
Little Isamu Noguchi was an American born half-Japanese who moved back to Japan as a child then moved back to the US, then trained in Paris, and then returned to the US and the Big Apple to haunt the LES art scene for years…although always remaining a true internationalist. This shows in his work, which is unique, different. Perhaps a man without a country, and yet a man with a voice. Regardless, the abstract shapes and designs are up for interpretation and it is up you, humble reader, to decide.
The Isamu Noguchi Museum is located in the hamlet of Astoria, at the crossroads of 33rd and 10th. The most direct route is to take the sky tram to Roosevelt Island and walk across the bridge to Astorie. Admission is a scant ten kopeks and appears to be worth it.
Addendum: To top off the NYC JapanXperience, be sure to stop by Japadog, which dishes up hot dogs Japanstyle, all slathered up in kim-chi and shit. Pricey for hot dogs, but the dogs are top quality and it’s all located in what used to be Noguchi’s original studio in the East Village. Show your admission stub from the museum for %10 off and free mochi ball.
Bonus tip: Socrates sculpture park is located right across the street from the Noguchi museum in old Astoriatown. It’s a nice diversion and filled with strange and terrible sculptures, friendly cats and dogs, and is rumored to be a favorite haunt of manchild fans and patrons. Enjoy!