a walk around fishtown

Fishtown, Philadelphia.



There are times that I swear the UK has been picked up, and plopped down in Philly. This corner is on Girard Avenue, though it probably belongs somewhere in the outskirts of London.





kenzo blasters

Tim’s Gears for Gifts ride — supporting Toys for Tots. Each rider donated at least one unwrapped toy for children in need. Not a massive turnout, but good folks, good times.

A Fishtown Ice Tea starts with a carton of Arctic Splash (about 100% high fructose corn syrup, sold at all corner stores in the area), and then you add a handful of different types of liquor, and it requires  a certain spirit to drink.

Cranksgiving, an alleycat race, a few weeks back. Chris and I finished about halfway through the pack, at 35th and 36th place.

A pool table’s worth of food was collected for charity on the ride, and Tattooed Mom’s generously doubled the haul, all benefiting Philadabundance.

Nick representing North Philly.

it’s dangerous to go alone

Happy Halloween.

“THANK FOR DESTROYING MY 4 year olds pumpkin!”

Jenn and I bought a house a week or two ago. The view from the third floor roof deck reminds me of Brooklyn.


After much anticipation, Fette Sau, our old favorite barbeque shop in Williamsburg, Brooklyn recently opened up in our new neighborhood, Fishtown, Philadelphia. We happened to stumble into a soft opening, and Mr. Starr himself was kind enough to let us in for complementary dinner and drinks. Highly recommended to stop in when you’re in the area.

“It’s Dangerous to go Alone. Take This!!! Free.”

if all goes well, i’d do it again

Red Bull wisely understands that people never get tired of watching other people fly off of platforms and into a large bodies of water. The Red Bull Flugtug was on the Camden side of the Delaware River yesterday, and there was a huge turnout (the fantastic weather certainly helped). We didn’t witness much in the way of flying, but everyone loves a good belly-flop.

This malfunction unfortunately sent her to the hospital.

Spring Garden, Philadelphia– the looming industrial area that inspired David Lynch’s Eraserhead (1977).

Made it out to the beach one last time this summer: Atlantic City, Labor Day weekend.

Careful not to “buy the farm” out there.

a few minutes with lauren

For this installment of the interview series, here’s Lauren. She’s a Cranbrook alum, originally from Santa Barbara, California, who silkscreens large, beautiful patterns onto fabric under the name Boutique Textiles.

On a very hot Sunday afternoon in late August, Jenn and I took a tour of her studio in North Kensington, Philadelphia. She showed us many samples, her impressive work table, a large, kinda-robotic exposure unit, and even demonstrated blind printing (if I’m recalling that name correctly, it refers to applying ink without an actual screen in place).

Only part of the large studio space. There’s no shortage of space in Philly, if you know where to look for it.

Lighting test.

I’m always curious to see what supplemental items people have in their work spaces. Tucked away in a corner, I spotted a copy of “The E Myth Revisited,” a must-read for small businesses. Also, I was happy to see the little gray guy from “My Neighbor Totoro,” a classic Studio Ghibli film by Miyazaki.

An impressively-large exposure unit for making the screens to be printed. It’s housed in a cool, DIY darkroom within the same studio room.

Be sure to check out Lauren’s work or drop her a line at boutiquetextiles.com.

a philadelphian summer

I’m convinced block parties are the reason why summer was invented. Fairmount, Philadelphia.

Getting vertical. That’s Thom on the right. Tim (not pictured) had a bunch of people over during his block’s party, and was quite generous with the beverages. I owe you a few.

Earlier that day (this past Saturday), the annual Bastille Day event was going on over at Eastern State Penitentiary. Huge turnout, lots of French flags, crazy costumes, drag, etc, as they tossed things onto a massive guillotine.

• The massive old furniture warehouse near Girard and Front streets in Northern Liberties/Fishtown that Rich, Robin, and I checked out a few months ago (here), mysteriously burned to the ground last week, sadly. Luckily only one firefighter was injured, compared to Philly firefighters losing their lives in similarly-shady burnings of prime real estate. These gigantic structures have so much character, and it’s unfortunate when they disappear.

There’s this moment where you hit the edges of Port Richmond in Philadelphia, where the pavement gives way to plentiful urban weeds and dirt trails, and you’ve reached a kind of Mad Max environment.

I can’t get enough of oversized (and illegal) dirt bikes in the city. The temporary noise pollution is worth watching them buzz around and do wheelies.

Oh, and street racing. I was instantly taken back to the days on Capital Boulevard in Raleigh, NC, about 14 years ago. Pre-Fast and the Furious, etc.