In Chimayo, NM, there’s only one place to get your lunch. I’m not being figurative. There’s really only once place to get your lunch. So go to Ranchero de Chimayo and enjoy it. ...
I haven’t thought much about ISV this autumn. A bit obvious, but life is real outside the boundaries of the internet, and sometimes it needs ones full focus. But the loving comments of those that r...
The sky looks different out there. Each sunset and passing rainstorm provides a textile of lights and darks, colors and shapes I sometimes forget exist in nature. To feel so often in awe, those even...
Call me sentimental, but “Made in USA” means more than built to last, polished with elbow grease. It means good vibes. My favorite sneaks of all time, the Vans Authentic, were once made...
Michael lives in Chimayo, New Mexico. He was born there, as was his daddy before him. In the 1970′s he moved to another New Mexico town, and another after that, but after his mother passed he...
I found this row bracelet in a dusty little Nevada town last year. The deep blue-green of its turquoise stones reminds me of the Southwestern night sky in that moment just after the sun sets, the va...
Behold the sicket auction on eBay in the Universe: . . Tony Alva for Logan Earth Ski . For real? Not even kidding? . From the seller: “FOR REAL. I’m not EVEN Kidding. When TA started Alv...
I’ve recently taken up skateboarding (inquiring minds: I ride goofy) and my daydreams are now pretty much limited to imagining how high I might be able to ollie one day and wondering which Vans are t...
More from London: Leather bag ca. 1930′s, probably a variation on a cartridge bag and used to hold extra ammunition while out on the hunt, designed to take a good beating out in the field. It&...
In my experience, men with thick, white mustaches know a thing or two about life. When they start telling you about love, how to cook mussels, or what you should be drinking, you listen. One such ma...
Columbia Road Flower Market, Sunday, 29 May Campania Gastronomia; I did not eat this food but I stood in front of it for a while. Radical crustiness. Felt silly as soon as the words “isn̵...
London had some of the best vintage I had ever seen, truly dangerous but exciting hunting grounds. Two of the best stops along the way included run-ins with dear David of Ragtop Vintage, first at h...
Radio silence over here at ISV, is anybody out there? Been busy/distracted and happen to be on a long holiday in London at the moment. Big ups to Max and Lena for pointing me in the right direction...
I don’t know what B&N once stood for, but this old 1930′s hockey sweater can mean whatever I want it to. How about: Beautiful & Natural; Buffalos & Navajo (Buffs are my favori...
On weekends I rarely leave the house without a camera in hand. My little Canon Canonet QL17 GIII (produced by Canon in 1969) is one of my favorite companions. I recently came across two long lost r...
This is totally wild. Never mind the nouveau Frenchie soundtrack, it was filmed in San Francisco in 1906 just four days before the Great California Earthquake. Notice the ladies in their hats and l...
Today was a seasonal milestone, a harbinger of change, a day that comes but once a year. Ladies and gentleman, today I bid adieu to my shearling and down coats, off and away they went into storage u...
I like wearing roomy clothes (baggy seems like such a gross term). I have my fair share of fitted frocks, even bullied myself into buying a pair of ‘jeans’ that are practically leggings ...
I picked up this special ring in my Mom’s little town in Nevada in November. Wherever you are, you never know what you might find in that little antique shop on Main Street. The tiny, teardrop...
South Florida is beautiful. And the heat, my god the heat! For fear that the state of Florida or my dear old Great Aunt Rushi might run me down for saying so, I thought this would be the weekend tr...
Happy New Year you dear people. I hope you had wonderfully happy holidays and that you’ll have much happiness in 2011. Things are finally settling down over here amidst trying to get all these...
New Years resolution #1: Do more stuff. To that end, I’ll make it over to the Brooklyn Museum to see Norman Rockwell: Behind the Camera. How special is this? So special! A peak into t...
Dad and Aunt Babs, skeptical of Santa just like all good little Jewish children should be. Happy Holidays!
Special things seems to pile up right on top of each other out west — I type as I look forlornly out my window, which actually looks east… To that end, my favorite shop is located just o...
It isn’t often that Hollywood saddles up and take on my favorite genre, the Western. Countin’ down the days until this one rides into Town. The Coen brothers’ True Grit, looking gr...
Photo bomb. Blammo. I might be here, but my mind is there.
Viva Elvis Images: LIFE I hope everyone had a hunka hunka happy Thanksgivin’
Back from the dead, but only for a moment to send all you beautiful people my warmest Thanksgiving wishes. I’m leaving in a few for the airport for a week in beautiful (according to some! Lik...
Weekend fun: building a fire pit, or, stranded without a car with nothing else to do and very little knowhow. Here we go. Dig a pit! Any digging apparatus one might use can be substituted for sweep...
Part city slicker, part cowgirl. 1930′s cowgirl shirt embroidered with red roses and made from gabardine.* I found it in the sleepy attic of an antique shop in Ithaca, NY. *Read that! Just like...
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