It’s easy to be fashionable when you have money; when you don’t it takes resourcefulness, knowledge, and street smarts.
At this stage in my life, I have plenty of everything, which is why I like to shop my closet before I buy something. If I do have to head out to the shops, I try to buy what I need used, or secondhand, first. Save the planet!
I escaped the gray New England winter for a few blissful art-soaked days in Miami last month. I’m already scheming a return visit. The coffee culture alone (okay, that and the beach) made… Continue reading
My last post was about 1980s art at the ICA; let’s switch gears and move up to the present day and the artist Karen Moss (go to KarenMoss.com to see her portfolio). Off… Continue reading
This is your last week to catch a fascinating retrospective at the ICA, This Might Have Been: Art, Love and Politics in the 1980s. Click here to read the ICA’s writeup about the… Continue reading
Despite its academic, nerdy vibe, Boston can be a pretty fashionable place, probably because it’s also such a creative place. And even though the words “fashion” and “Boston” typically don’t go together in… Continue reading
The arts drive positive social and economic change, especially when it comes to urban renewal. Artists are the ones who move into areas that everyone else has abandoned, fix them up, and get… Continue reading
Art for the people, by the people: Boston just got a lot cooler this summer. The MassDOT building in Dewey Square, part of Boston’s Rose Kennedy Greenway, is the canvas for an enormous… Continue reading
Is it possible to have a platonic crush on a gay guy who died nearly 40 years ago? After seeing Private Lives at the Huntington Theatre, I think I just might. Noël Coward… Continue reading
I am back from visiting family in Hawai’i, where we were surrounded by color: soft blues and greens, mostly. Coming home to Boston wasn’t as dismal and grey as it usually is, thanks… Continue reading
I saw two movies recently that should be required viewing for a parents with teens, and for teens themselves—and no, one of them isn’t The Hunger Games. My mother, a public school teacher… Continue reading