The Westin Grand Central is a deliberate choice of venue. Midtown Manhattan, steps from commuter rail, conference rooms arranged for efficient transit between presentations. Needham & Company has been…
I had to buy a camera lens recently. Not through an AI. Through Amazon. I opened a browser, navigated to amazon.com, logged in, went to my order history, scrolled until I found the last lens I bought…
Fireworks always look a little unreal when they bloom against the night — too bright, too temporary, too dramatic to feel accidental. In the photo, sparks explode into wide arcs of gold and pink,…
New York doesn’t ask before it changes. It just does it, usually at night, usually on a street that hasn’t made it onto any map that matters yet. Christopher Street in Greenwich Village looked like…
Four Murano glass Carnival figurines on a showroom shelf — Harlequin in black and amber, a dancer in deep red, a jester in millefiori, a fourth in swirling multicolor. The craft in each piece is…
There is a specific kind of pain that comes from watching intelligent television collapse into stupidity in real time. Marshals is not that. Marshals never had the altitude to fall from. It arrived…
There’s something almost accidental about this moment — the camera pointed toward the booth, conversations happening at the edges, faces half in focus, half disappearing into the blur of a busy…
Paul Gauguin’s Arearea (often translated as Joyousness or Pastimes) from 1892 sits in that strange space where painting stops trying to record the world and instead starts building a parallel one out…
Une rue de Paris en mai 1871 is one of those works that feels strangely quiet at first glance, almost too still for the violence it is tied to. Painted by Maximilien Luce decades after the events it…
Inside the halls of the Musée d’Orsay there is a sculptural group that tends to stop people a little longer than expected, partly because it feels like it is doing more than simply showing an ancient…