Chicago has no edge
Painting interrupted | Photo by Lauren Girardin Fanny packs. Shorts riding up in the crotch. Socks with sandals, or worse, black socks with sandals. Cameras hang from necks. McDonald’s sausage muffin breakfast with a diet Coke. Disposable rain ponchos. Maps…
Strolling a local’s path in Philadelphia
The Stroll | Photo by Lauren Girardin Our visit to Philadelphia started and ended with cheap, flavorful Caribbean soul food bought from a truck. In between, Todd and I grazed on must-do cheesesteaks, held off the effects of a heatwave…
I left my life behind in San Francisco
Future and The Past | Art by Todd Berman What counts as your last moment in a place? Is it when your departing plane’s wheels lose contact with the ground? When you lock your apartment door behind you? When you…
One fish, two fish, see fish, eat fish
Accidental portrait with jellies | Photo by Todd Berman Eighteen years on Long Island and I never stopped by the road-side attraction, The Big Duck. Four years in Manhattan and I never set foot on the observation deck of the…
It starts with cheese
Eating at Lolo | Photo by Lauren Girardin To celebrate my final day of work, last night Todd and I grabbed bar-side seats at Lolo, possibly the best restaurant in San Francisco, as long as you are willing to bask…
Does God give hyphy dancing lessons?
Art by Todd Berman Follow the travel advice in the pages of any Lonely Planet book, and you’ll have days filled with stunning architecture, charming landscapes, and museum after museum of iconic imagery. Yet, you’d be tracing the same thoroughly…
