I get a message CC’d to me by Mike Colicchio about organizing a bunch of fellow troublemakers to honor Nick Stellino with a dinner. It was Mike’s great idea and the the job of making it happen was given to the Men Who Dine, Alan Watts and Gennaro Pecchia. The plan was to go all out. Get dressed to impress and meet on Continue reading → (2167)
Napoleon was exiled to the picturesque island of Elba, off the Tuscan coast of Italy. After failing to kill St. John with poison, the Apostle was exiled to Patmos, a Greek Island. That was their “punishment”. So, let me get this straight. If you do what is deemed wrong, you are FORCED to spend the rest of your life on a beautiful Mediterranean island? And to make matters “worse”, you must subsist on a diet of wild vegetables, fish, sheep-milk cheeses, and wine? And your desserts are all natural, being honey-based? And you must suffer by the sea?!?! And you have minimal contact with people? If that’s the punishment for exile, who do I kill? Please, I want to be exiled. Please exile me now.
Photo is mine from Positano, Italy, close to where my mother was born and raised, close to where my wife is from, close to where I was married, and it blends into the beautiful Mediterranean Sea, where I hope to be cremated when I die and my ashes thrown into water. (1905)
I must first not fail to mention that I always liked Joseph Abboud. Not his work, but the person. Anytime I saw an interview with him, I, for some reason, felt calm. I have no idea why, but his aura is classy and I envy him. That being said, I was Continue reading → (1859)
De La Vega. If I could write this article in chalk, I would. Chalk is the medium that propelled New York artist De La Vega to fame and helps keep New Yorkers happy. Happy from chalk? De La Vega started in the 90’s drawing quick, but beautiful, images with Continue reading → (583)
So far this year, a few schmucks told me, of all people…and while I was wearing a very old purple item, mind you…that purple is “the new color of the year”. Wow. If I were dumb, I wouldn’t be smart enough to kill myself. I am glad there is ZERO appreciation for Continue reading → (1317)
When New York was New York, it was the best place in the world. To be a New Yorker (a REAL New Yorker), you had to have “it”. Whatever “it” was, Christos Katsiaouni had it, and still does. I do not even remember how or when I first met him, but like so Continue reading → (717)