May 23, 2008
Boring....
Junking tonite....great photos from the 20's and 40's. Fiesta pieces, great books on all eras that break down the fashion, news, trends etc...a very elaborate necklace that needs a small repair and which i will NOT be selling. Coffee, diet coke and grahm crackers and new friends. No other news. Goodnite Detroit
May 17, 2008
PRIM magazine.
New magazines pop up all the time. In print online, whatever the case I usually can't keep up. The new online mag, PRIM.,is one that I am constantly looking at. Strong visuals and a Studio 54 vibe keep me mesmerized, it's like a portal to uber coolness. Let's face it you, me and all you other's will never be this cool. So it goes.
May 16, 2008
Matt Blake
It's with a really sad heart that I write this next post. Matt Blake, an incredible Detroit artist passed on May 10th from a massive heart attack. Matt was such a wonderful guy, we knew him from this a group of artists that hung together as family in Detroit, it included my brother, Eddy Sykes.
I usually saw Matt when my brother was preparing for a show and I was often struck by his sweetness and gentle soul. Matt was always there for my brother and I know he helped many other artists with their work as well.
He and his wife Hazel hung out at our house one nite years back and I have never ever had someone appreciate a cup of coffee or chocolate in my life. He had the ability to make you feel so important and lucky to know him. I was struck by how much the two of them were in love. It was obvious and bright. For some reason I never forgot it.
My brother usually had a funny, sweet "Matt and Hazel" story to share with me, as I, like the rest of the city thought of them as one person and not to mention was incredibly interested in them. If there was ever a more intriguing couple...well the two of them together were an enigma. We had just spoke that week about Matt and Hazel, my brother telling me stories, both of us laughing, basking in that feeling you get when someone is talking about people they love and respect. I really enjoyed that conversation with my brother...it was crushing to here his voice on my phone, telling me that Matt had died that morning.
and so it goes.
Our hearts go out to Hazel and Matt's family and friends. You will be missed.
This memorial broke my heart.
I usually saw Matt when my brother was preparing for a show and I was often struck by his sweetness and gentle soul. Matt was always there for my brother and I know he helped many other artists with their work as well.
He and his wife Hazel hung out at our house one nite years back and I have never ever had someone appreciate a cup of coffee or chocolate in my life. He had the ability to make you feel so important and lucky to know him. I was struck by how much the two of them were in love. It was obvious and bright. For some reason I never forgot it.
My brother usually had a funny, sweet "Matt and Hazel" story to share with me, as I, like the rest of the city thought of them as one person and not to mention was incredibly interested in them. If there was ever a more intriguing couple...well the two of them together were an enigma. We had just spoke that week about Matt and Hazel, my brother telling me stories, both of us laughing, basking in that feeling you get when someone is talking about people they love and respect. I really enjoyed that conversation with my brother...it was crushing to here his voice on my phone, telling me that Matt had died that morning.
and so it goes.
Our hearts go out to Hazel and Matt's family and friends. You will be missed.
This memorial broke my heart.
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