Day 7/365: Sunset
[Project 365]
Tag: Memphis
people suck
A milestone: My first passive-aggressive neighborly scolding
I didn’t grow up in a neighborhood, so I am sort of having to learn what it’s like to have passive-aggressive asshole neighbors. Unless, I guess, you count the year that someone poisoned all my parents’ dogs and most of them died. I guess that would qualify as passive-aggressive assholishness. Anyway. I got home tonight and the boyfriend showed me this note that had been stuck in the front door earlier that day. I will…
holidays the manfriend
‘Happy blue beard’
Happy New Year at the Hi-Tone from Lindsey Turner on Vimeo. That was the scene at the Hi-Tone last night, after the free cups of champagne had been poured down our gullets with great fanfare and meticulously timed lip kisses, between sets by the Tennessee Tearjerkers and Harlan T. Bobo. I didn’t capture the midnight countdown on camera because I was too busy double fisting (the remains of my Jack and Coke in the left…
design news newspaper stuff work
Another batch of news designs
Don’t mind me, I’m just clicking and dragging and portfolioing. Shelby Farms: Urban oasis A story about the growth and change Shelby Farms is experiencing, accompanied by stunning photos. Check out the story here, as well as Jim Weber’s beautiful photo gallery. In the shadows A follow-up to the shocking CA story about civil rights photographer Ernest Withers’ secret life as a FBI informant. Check out part two of the Withers…
Memphis
The Mail Center is running a little low on charm
I meant to write about this when it happened because I was PISSSSSSED and then life got in the way and what can you do. But I need to write about it because it was so egregiously bad that Nick Fowler was even like, man, that was bad. I went to the Mail Center on Madison in Midtown to ship a couple of things I’d sold on Etsy, including a 12×18 photo print that I…
I can't believe I'm talking about sports the family
Good ol’ Rocky Top
Saturday afternoon my aunt Vicki and her crew — boyfriend Paul and friend Ralph — rolled into town for the UT-Memphis football game, an affair we had been planning for months. We had a few hours to kill and found ourselves at India Palace, heaping piles of deliciousness onto stark white buffet plates. Why is it that I can never remember to wait and get a big plate from the middle, and instead, always end…
food the manfriend
In which I discover culture, high and low
Sorry for the crappy cellphone pictures, but they don’t let you cart a big camera just anywhere in our fair city, you know. Upon the suggestion of my friend Ashley, we went to see Wicked at The Orpheum on Sunday. I’m sort of inexperienced when it comes to real live musicals (I saw Cats and A Doll’s House at TPAC, I think?, while in middle and high school) and — short of Tim Burton movies…
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‘America hasn’t forgotten’
More news designs to share! This small but fun package ran this past Sunday in Viewpoint. The story –which is a great read and might make you tear up a little or, ahem, a lot — is here.
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The exposure of Ernest Withers
The CA broke a pretty fascinating story on Sunday: Ernest Withers, the iconic civil rights photographer, was a paid FBI informant. It’s almost too crazy to contemplate, but most history is, if you think about it. I was lucky enough to get to do the print layout, although that meant that I had to sit on such a crazy story for a few weeks. That’s nothing compared to Marc Perrusquia’s having to keep mum about…
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