Tuesday, January 27, 2009

"You're still exceptionally awesome in my eyes, even with spelling errors" - Lamon

Friday, January 16, 2009

Thursday, January 15, 2009

Jane Fonda, 1970 mugshot. Busted with vitamins, right on sista.

Tuesday, January 6, 2009

Saphire, Pussycat Saloon, Winnemucca, NV
Lucite Shoes, Mona's Ranch, Elko, NV
Lamp, Big 4, Ely, NV
Empty Room, Chicken Ranch, Pahrump, NV
Untitled, Angel's Ladies Brothel, Beatty, NV

All photographs by Marc Mcandrews
Mcandrews is on point with this story about the brothel industry in Nevada.
If you are in Chicago this Thursday, you should go check out Robin Bowman's work at the Catherine Edelman Gallery. Her book, It's Complicated : The American Teenager, published by Umbrage Editions, will also be available.

Sunday, January 4, 2009



Birthday cookies from a girl who loves me.

Friday, December 19, 2008

I am completely smitten with you

Sunday, December 14, 2008

nick + ashley + drunky santa = creepy christmas photo 21 years later
dry cereal and orange juice.
Vegan cranberry chocolate cake baker.
*the first cake to ever make me melt*
Woman of Algiers 2001
Oil on Canvas
Marlene Dumas

Tuesday, December 9, 2008

Friday, December 5, 2008


all photographs by Malick Sidibé, my new obsession.


Wednesday, December 3, 2008

December 4, 1969


Happy Birthday Jay - Z

I got you
My favorite things in the morning on the way to the train...

Frankie, the corner store clerk and superman in hiding asking me about my dreams.
The barber opening shop wishing me a good day.
The lady at the nail salon smiling while she finishes her morning coffee outside.
The local vendors tables blowing nag champa in the air.
Obama posters for sale by the man from Kingston.
The man that sells the New York Times from a yellow cart with an red Umbrella.




All paintings by Kehinde Wiley, on View now at the Deitch Project.
18 Wooster SOHO NYC.

Fallen Saints

Dear Kehinde,
Lets chat.
Ashley

Tuesday, December 2, 2008



Beets and Scrabble = a perfect thanksgiving

The only things my dad and I love equally, Rob McKuen.

I live alone.
It hasn't always been that way.
It's nice sometimes
to open up the heart a little
and let some hurt come in.
It proves you're still alive.

I'm not sure what it means.
Why we cannot shake the old loves from out minds.
It must be that we build on memory
and make them more that what they were.
And is the manufacture
just a safe device for closing up the wall?

I do remember.
The only fuzzy circumstance
is something where-and how.
Why, I know.
It happens just because we need
to want and to be wanted too,
when love is here or gone
to lie down in the darkness
and listen to the warm.

~Rod Mckuen





Libraries so beautiful they make me weak at the knees.

Find more at

Curious Expeditions
(my new favorite blog)

Opening this Thursday



All works by Lisa Van Noorden

Come join me at work for a glass of wine and a reception with the Artist,
Lisa Van Noorden.

Did I mention that the dolls are only $120 each?

Umbrage Gallery
111 Front St. Suite 208
Brooklyn, NY 11201

December 4, 6-8pm