Narrative, narrative, narrative.
Some weeks, a theme keeps showing up in my inbox until it demands a post. Lately, that theme has been narrative—who owns it,
Weekend Reflection / Watercolor #237 Girl in Tourette s
We were making our way, slowly, through Tourette sur Lupe in the hills above Antibes when, sitting patiently I saw a little girl
Humans Need Humans
Humans need humans. No matter how fast the models get, how crisp the renderings become, or how frictionless the interfaces feel, we’re still wired
I think Meta’s Avatars Are Missing One Thing: Soul
‘We invested $70 billion to discover that people don’t actually want to attend meetings as soulless cartoon avatars.’
Weekend Reflection / Watercolor #237 / Descript #6
There is this wonderful, communal table at a little auberge just south of St Paul de Vence. We spent the afternoon there once,
Weekend Reflektion / Watercolor #236 / Rooftops of Cap
There is this wonderful, communal table at a little auberge just south of St Paul de Vence. We spent the afternoon there once,
Weekend Reflection / Watercolor #237 / Riva Aquarama Su
There is this wonderful, communal table at a little auberge just south of St Paul de Vence. We spent the afternoon there once,
Weekend Reflection / Watercolor #236 / Alley in St Paul
There is this wonderful, communal table at a little auberge just south of St Paul de Vence. We spent the afternoon there once,
Weekend Reflektion / Watercolor #237 / Table in St Paul
There is this wonderful, communal table at a little auberge just south of St Paul de Vence. We spent the afternoon there once,
Hold My Beer: Lee Miller Walked Into History With a Cam
The Day Lee Miller Looked at War and Said, “Hold My Beer.” There are people who tiptoe toward history, and there are people