Beast is a steak and crab joint that’s both deeply silly and ruinously pricey. But the owners are deadly serious, says Jay Rayner
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Beast is a steak and crab joint that’s both deeply silly and ruinously pricey. But the owners are deadly serious, says Jay Rayner
I also like lightweight scarfs. Maybe I have been in LA too long
In “Gone Girl,” an independent single woman is taken from New York, her beautiful body is disfigured, and her accomplishments are taken away or negated.
First photo is definitely MtS
Fall Inspiration: Marin County Mountain Biking in the 1970s
Maybe denim and flannel is not the freshest take on what to wear in the fall, but I can’t help but absorb the vibe of the original mountain bikers: a group of (primarily) guys who raced a course called Repack in late 70s Marin a County, California. These photos look like a current retro lookbook for a brand like Levi’s Vintage Clothing or Band of Outsiders: medium wash denim, sawtooth pocket western shirts (with a DIY frayed hem), trucker jackets, cords, boots and vintage (well, NOW they’re vintage) Nikes. Next time you’re thinking of canceling a ride because you can’t find your lightweight merino baselayer, throw on a shredded chamois shirt instead. All the better for sliding under locked fire road gates.
Ben Marks interviewed some of the core players in the Repack scene, including Gary Fisher, whose small partnership with frame builder Tom Ritchey evolved into a dominant player in the mountain bike industry. At the time, most riders were flying downhill on heavy steel Schwinns from the 1940s, reinforced with custom bars and brakes. See also the Rolling Dinosaur archive for more photos from Wende Cragg, who shot it all with her Nikon and 35mm slide film.
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A Shoe Museum
It’s believed that humans have been wearing footwear for as long as 40,000 years, which means there’s been a lot of time to invent different styles. Just a small percentage of those is housed at Shoes Or No Shoes — a shoe museum located in Belgium, just outside of Brussels.
SONS has a few exhibits. There’s one for shoe art, which blurs the line between functional footwear and abstract art (or, as the museum’s name suggests, between shoes and not shoes). There’s also an exhibit for unique footwear by contemporary designers such as Christian Louboutin and Manolo Blahnik, and even exhibits for shoe cartoons, poetry, and short stories.
Perhaps the most amazing exhibit of all, however, is their Ethnographic Collection, which consists of over 2,700 pairs of shoes from over 155 countries. The Guinness Book of World Records has confirmed it to be the largest collection of tribal and ethnographical shoes in the world.
In that collection are some truly remarkable pieces. There are “Karara” shoes, made from emu feathers and human hair, which were worn by Australian executioners during the Kurdaitcha ritual. There are also many pairs of magnificent bridal shoes from Afghanistan, Syria, and Turkey, and a number of excellent examples of wooden shoes (including “toe-knob sandals,” which were worn by Nepalese women in the mid-20th century). One of my favorites are the spiked shoes you see above, where a leather upper is supported by a wooden sole and long, serrated, iron spikes. Those were apparently worn to help crush chestnuts in early 19th century France (why the spikes had to be that long, I have no idea).
Readers familiar with avant-garde fashion might also recognize the velvet split-toe slip-ons in the second photo. Known in Japan as tabi, those have been famously replicated by Maison Martin Margiela for their women’s lines. The Rosenrot has a post about them here.
Much of the museum’s exhibits can be seen on their website (in case you can’t make it to Belgium). There’s also this YouTube video, which takes you through The Ethnographic Collection. Certainly worth a look if you’re interested in shoes (and who reading this website isn’t?).
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The latest ruling in the ongoing battle over a northern California surf spot is a blow to venture capitalist Vinod Khosla
Bros spicing bros
Because fuck it, why not? Right? Every fall, middle class white men between the ages of 25 and 65 rush to the store to pick up a six pack of whatever their favorite pumpkin themed beer might be. At the same time, middle class women across America sprint to Starbucks to guzzle Pumpkin Spice Lattes…
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LVC 1947s, Four (Nearly Five) Years In
Since my mom got them for me as a Christmas gift in 2009, these LVCs have been my go-to jeans, worn a few times a week. Once upon a time, they looked like this - raw and unwashed. For the first few years they were washed very rarely. For the last year or two, they go in the wash when they’re smelly, but still on cold with dark-clothes-specific detergent.
You can see in this photo that the crotch as worn thin and been patched, as has the right knee. At one point one of the buttonholes started to give way and had to be sewn back up. A month or so ago, the right thigh gave out, and I decided to throw some old Japanese cotton on top that I’d been saving for pocket squares. I did the same for the pocket, which was on its last legs.
As you can see from the stretching in the waistband, I may or may not have gained ten pounds since I bought them. The natural result of fatherhood, I suppose. Still, reinforced as they’ve been, I think they’ll last another few years.
Want. Need. Must have.
Between this and concussions, I am struggling with this issue. I stopped playing fantasy football, but, honestly, I never really enjoyed it and the moral thing was just a little push
It’s been well-established that NFL leadership doesn’t give a shit about women, but with newly-released footage of Ray Rice punching his then-fiancee in the face prior to being gently wrist-slapped with a two-game suspension, one has to wonder: do NFL fans give a shit about women?
Too close to home
It’s 11AM on the 4th day of Spring Break. He’s reading Steppenwolf at a minimal loft cafe that sells tote bags and leather notebooks and beard lube. He’s dr
With three little questions, Alison Bechdel challenged the way we think about gender in film.
T.S. Eliot may have lived in London for most of his adult life but as a child, during vacations, he and his family would travel to the city of Gloucester, Mass., to enjoy the summers. And now, you can claim the “Wasteland” poet’s holiday home for $1.34 million.
I love that he is snarky and pompous and sweet and reasonable
High-end restaurants construct entrees out of what used to be considered weeds. Uni has replaced foie gras as the go-to luxury. And when you ask a local food-obsessive about her favorite restaurants, she is far more likely to mention a Thai noodle shop or a renegade taquero than she is anything with a Michelin star. Welcome to the Los Angeles restaurant scene, 2014. — Jonathan Gold
Is that dude a priest? Or has fashion coopted that too?
The ocean is totally fine and full of water and fish
Science headlines I think we’d all appreciate seeing every now and again.
Not new. but a pretty clever and orderly take on the issue.
In 1994, I was a soft-brained 16-year-old—soft in many respects, really. Of mind and of body, of cushy suburban surroundings, of 1990s thrift-shop flannels and T-shirts so baggy I could have curled up inside them and gone to sleep (which was all I wanted to do at age 16, anyway). How fortuitous tha
By CLAIRE MARTINAUG. 16, 2014
Maybe you’ve sipped a beer from a Mason jar. Or fished out a pickle swimming in brine from one. Or dined under illuminated clusters of them, dangling in chandelier formation, at a restaurant — especially if you dined in Brooklyn.
You might like to use Mason jars to stash your dwindling supply of Cheerios or to chill fresh lemonade. Or maybe the one that’s perched on a glass stem and marketed as the “redneck wineglass” is more your speed. (Not to worry, martini drinkers, there’s a version for you, too.)
But until several years ago, the simple Mason jar was more likely to be found in the nooks of grandmothers’ pantries than on retailers’ shelves. It was salvaged from near extinction by businesses eager for a homespun aesthetic in a sturdy, affordable package — many of them hoping to lure the millennials who have fetishized the jars in photographs on Instagram and Pinterest.
All of this has given a boost to Jarden Home Brands, one of the country’s leading manufacturers of Mason jars. It says that sales of one of its Mason jar lines, Ball brand jars, have doubled since 2001, and that overall sales for the company’s home-preserving products have jumped 25 percent in the past two years.
Eric Prum, left, and Josh Williams created the Mason Shaker, a cocktail shaker that incorporates a Mason jar. CreditOzier Muhammad/The New York Times
Though the Mason jar has become a symbol of hipness, it started as a necessity. In 1858, John Landis Mason found a way to preserve fruits, vegetables and other perishables when he devised a lid that screwed to the threaded-glass lip of a jar over a rubber ring that sealed previously boiled contents.
“A hundred and fifty years ago, these jars meant survival,” says Douglas M. Leybourne Jr., a Mason jar expert and collector, and the author of books in a series called “The Collector’s Guide to Old Fruit Jars.” “You have a house full of people, and it’s wintertime. You couldn’t go down to the store — there wasn’t one.”
Initially, the jars were handblown and infused with substances like iron oxide and cobalt, producing shades of amber and a hue that Mr. Leybourne calls “Vicks VapoRub blue.” (These jars now fetch up to $30,000 apiece on the collectors’ market.) But, eventually, manufacturers dispensed with the colors in favor of a clear view of the food inside.
After Mr. Mason’s patent ran out in 1870, about 500 other jar makers adopted it, including Ball and Kerr, which for decades stamped their glass creations with the date of the original patent — Nov. 30, 1858 — and marketed them as Mason jars.
Billions were sold.
“The demand was incredible,” says Mr. Leybourne, who himself has a collection of more than 2,000 vintage fruit jars.
The jars retained their popularity throughout the early 20th century, with sales spiking during the Great Depression and World War II, when the federal government urged people to cultivate victory gardens so more food could be allocated for the troops.
In the 1950s and ’60s, however, the jars’ market began to fade. “That’s when canning took a turn south,” says Chris Scherzinger, president and chief executive of Jarden Home Brands, based in Daleville, Ind., which currently makes Ball- and Kerr-brand Mason jars.
The culprit was science, specifically refrigeration and the new value placed on mass-produced food made by “men in white coats,” according to Nancy F. Koehn, a historian and professor of business administration at Harvard Business School.
The rise of grocery products like Tang, Kraft Macaroni and Cheese and TV dinners threatened to extinguish the canning tradition and take down the Mason jar industry as well. Up through the 1990s, “there was a level of, I think you’d say, category maturity, where it was very low or no growth,” Mr. Scherzinger says.
People sought out the comfort and utility of the jars during the Y2K panic of late 1999, when many people feared that computer systems would fail at the dawn of the year 2000, bringing down electricity and water services. Ball-brand jar sales surged that year, but leveled off again when predictions of exploding nuclear power plants didn’t pan out.
The turning point in the recent history of the Mason jar was the start of the recession in 2008. “People stay home,” Mr. Scherzinger says of that time. “They don’t go out as much. They kind of go back to what the core of their roots are.”
At the same time, an aversion to processed food was intensifying. More people became focused on self-sufficiency and eking out as much value as they could from what they bought — and at a reasonable cost. Jarden sells a case of a dozen 16-ounce jars for $11.99 on its website. (Generic 16-ounce jars in the Mason style can go for less: $5.22 on one site.)
Cellia Smith worked on the packing line at a Jarden Home Brands factory in Muncie, Ind.CreditChris Bergin for The New York Times
“Everywhere I look as I study consumers, I see this growing quest for more and more control,” Ms. Koehn says. “Control not only over where stuff comes from and what it’s made of, but how it’s made.”
The personalized food movement, as Mr. Scherzinger calls it, began to emerge. According to him, 82 percent of Jarden Home Brands’ customers have their own gardens, and many patronize farmers’ markets.
“They want to get their hands dirty; they want to be involved in the process, selection and the making of their food,” he says. “And canning is an extension of that.”
The darlings of that movement are members of the millennial generation, and Jarden has aggressively marketed to them. It has stepped up its presence on Facebook — its page has attracted more than 500,000 fans — and its website offers a Pinterest-like look, with boxescontaining product photos, videos and recipes.
Mr. Scherzinger also says the idea of publishing your own content online has parallels to the canning of food products. “It’s a natural extension of the idea of participation and creation,” he says. “I can’t create my own iPhone, but I can certainly create my own food.”
The jars’ revival has also been stoked by entrepreneurs who are incorporating them into product designs. Eric Prum and Josh Williams, two friends who graduated from the University of Virginia in 2008, just as the economy was starting to decline, had been in the habit of storing cocktails in Mason jars for the catering business they started as students. In 2012, they created and began selling a cocktail shaker they called the Mason Shaker.
“The functional side of it is that the Mason jars are heavy in weight, and they can withstand cocktail shaking and muddling ingredients,” Mr. Prum says. Beyond that, the glass is clear, which means that customers can see its contents while they froth up their drinks.
He also liked that Ball-brand Mason jars, which they went on to use, have always been made in the United States. It was a priority to provide jobs to American workers at a time when unemployment was climbing, he said. The two men’s company, based in Brooklyn, has sold more than 100,000 Mason Shakers since its founding, through its website and retailers like Williams-Sonoma, Anthropologie and Sur la Table. The retail price is $29.
But big corporations are also jumping on the trend, stuffing sugary, high-calorie treats into Mason jar knockoffs — and causing some to wonder whether the jar’s 150-year run as a symbol of wholesomeness may be nearing its expiration date.
Red Lobster now serves strawberry shortcake in a plastic version of the jar. And this summer, after picking up on Mason-jar chatter on social media, 7-Eleven began selling a plastic replica outfitted with plastic neon lids and straws as receptacles for its Slurpees. Laura Gordon, vice president for marketing and brand innovation at 7-Eleven, says the jar’s “combination of simplicity and an emotional, fun nostalgia” makes it “a perfect fit for us.”
The Slurpee-filled plastic Mason jar is part of 7-Eleven’s strategy for courting younger consumers. “We really do believe the millennials are striving for a combination of what’s real and also that moment of going a little bit against the grain so they can show their individuality,” Ms. Gordon says. The company sells the jars for $2.99, and she says “they’re going fast.” A recent article on the blog LAist about the 7-Eleven promotion carried the headline “7-Eleven Killed the Hipster: You Can Get Slurpees in Mason Jars With Mustache Straws.”
Mr. Leybourne, who has spent the last 20 years cataloging vintage Mason jars and other fruit jars in his books, isn’t bothered by some of the less conventional uses for the item he calls a functional antique.
“They’re an excellent storage jar,” he says. “I saw a half-gallon one filled with M&Ms.”
To Ms. Koehn at Harvard, the marriage of the solid, built-for-the-ages Mason jar and the scientifically engineered Slurpee is “strangely interesting.” The quest for authenticity in the midst of the digital revolution draws people to the comforting rhythms of home life, she says.
Many people, she says, will “want the damn jar more than they want the Slurpee.”
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Crown Heights’ Chop Chop Grub Shop put up a SLIGHTLY ill-advised chalkboard this weekend inviting people to ‘Stop and Frisk your appetite!’
Morning Glory Zell-Ravenheart was a witch who raised unicorns, taught mathemagics and spell-casting, and preached the gospel of ‘polyamory’