Miss Washington: 1922
Edith Piaf and Jacques Peals on her wedding day. Marlene Dietrich was her Maid of Honor, September 1952. Photos by Allan Grant
Christo and Jeanne-Claude, Wrapped Coast, One Million Square Feet, Little Bay, Sydney, Australia, 1968-69
Edith Piaf, 1949. Photo by Walter Sanders
Spot a 38 Thomas Heatherwick bus around Oxford Circus!
Photo by Karen Radkai for Vogue, November 1958.
The Fine Art of Coffee Portraiture
Here’s more evidence to back up all those studies on boredom inspiring creativity: Meet Mike Breach, barista extraordinaire, who “paints” everything — and everyone — into his lattes. “I’m an esspressionist,” he proudly proclaims. Just last year, Breach was idling away his customer-less hours in the back of a hotel kitchen with only a dormant espresso machine for company. He was “so, so bored.” So he taught himself how to inscribe ornate hearts in coffee foam, with a bamboo skewer as his paintbrush. “People got so excited about it!” says Breach, so he took it further. Out came the teddy bears (“the girls just love those”), a portrait of that hotel boss (“I didn’t show it to him, but my coworkers and I laughed about it”), and Salvador Dalì, and Edward Scissorhands, and Beyoncé.
We’re at the Smile To-Go, and he’s frothing some milk behind the counter; the shushing of the machine almost drowns out his words. He reflects. “It’s like, if something is lacking, you’ve got to find a way to make it exciting and fun. Right? I mean, I’m so happy that my old job was so boring! Otherwise I wouldn’t be making these! And this is just the beginning. I want to start a movement.” The milk is now pillowy, foamy-soft — perfect for the latte Breach is about to pour. He stares into his empty chestnut-colored canvas, and suddenly looks up. “I’ve been wanting to try Snoop. Let’s do that, yea?”
‘DECAYING FLOWERS’ WAS SHOT BY BILLY KIDD
Billy Kidd (tumblr | facebook) extremely talented photographer based in New York. - “When i was 6 we sold everything in a garage sale.I made an impressive $20 selling my He-Man action figures, Castle of Grayskull, G.I. Joe’s and every little thing. I thought it would be fun to put my money in a small wooden box and bury it with a small white string tied to it coming out of the dirt. I never found the money. We weaved around the US from state to state in an RV. I slept above the driver seat in a loft style bed, It was the coolest thing. Towards the end of our journey we went through Death Valley. A bag of ice cost us $3.49 in 1987. We settled down in Scottsdale, AZ.”