Year: 2015

Confessions of a Jetsetter w/ Natalie Jeffers

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“I recently spent time in Memphis, which was deep, dirty and delicious. There are many stories I could share but the most life-affirming/transformative event happened on my flight back to Brooklyn, when I took a seat next to this man. Robert Hawkins. I almost didn’t sit next to Robert, as he had a cane and a support brace around his waist so I didn’t want to make him get up and move just so I could get my window seat! But Robert insisted I sit, and we all got settled in. I was so blessed that I ended up in that seat, at that very moment in time…Robert told me that he had been released from prison that very day and that this flight was his first taste of freedom, and our conversation his first with a person who wasn’t his family, lawyer or prison mate in 26 years…intense, right? As Robert shared his story, I gave him my respect and compassion for the tough life he had been forced to live behind bars. Not …

Confessions of a Jetsetter w/ Thom Estifanos

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“I first fell in love with skateboarding as a young kid. Me and my brother started to skate around our neighborhood in Skövde, Sweden. Skateboarding became a big part of my everyday life. My friends and I started a skate crew and all the days we spent together were amazing. Skateboarding gives you the opportunity to be creative on so many different levels… I got involved with Ethiopia Skate by chance. As many things in life happen at random, the more you travel, the more people you meet. I have always loved that about traveling around the world. Getting to know new places. I originally traveled to Ethiopia to work as a photojournalist interning at an English newspaper. On one of my first days in Addis, after doing a story on the National Museum, I saw one of the skate kids with a board and asked if I could try it. He ended up giving me the number to Sean. Sean Stromsoe (from LA) founded Ethiopia Skate with Abenezer Temesgen, who lives in Germany but is originally …

Confessions of a Jetsetter w/ Rose Chang

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“August 2008 — One of my best friends from childhood was getting married in Maui. I think this was the last trip I took where digital cameras were the norm, so all of my pictures and videos are burned on a CD (haha! tell that phrase to a 20 year old!!) somewhere. I’ve never been a huge picture taker anyways. I’ve always thought that what doesn’t stick in my memory just doesn’t deserve to be remembered. I challenge this theory more and more as I age, and it’s a discussion for another time. For now, I’ll describe the moments during this trip in which my memory dwells, and from which sensibilities linger.  So back to Maui, August 2008… Three girlfriends and I planned to attend the wedding together and spend some extra time traveling afterwards. The first few days we went fancy tourist: Gunning down beach side highways in a fire-red mustang convertible. A table setting with six different glasses at The Ritz for a bachelorette dinner party. The wedding was picturesque–on the beach at the …

Confessions of a Jetsetter w/ Maze Marshall

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“I’m a paralyzed veteran who uses a power wheelchair and I have congestive heart failure. I took my wife to Frankfurt, Germany in March. Once we arrived, an old Army buddy met us at the airport. There weren’t any accessible vehicles available so I put my wife, luggage and oxygen in a taxi to the hotel. He and I would take the subway as my research showed we were only 6 stops away. My research was wrong, we got off the subway and were about 1 mile away from the hotel. Normally this wouldn’t have been a problem, but my chair was low on power. We got within a half mile of the hotel when I had to go inside an office building to seek shelter from freezing temperatures and use their electricity to charge my chair. I’m not fluent in German and neither was my friend however, the building we were in had an English speaking receptionist, she used to be married to a G. I. The only problem is I don’t have a …

Confessions of a Jetsetter w/ Danielle Williams

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“I live in Arizona (Tempe) but am from the Diné (Navajo) Nation in Tuba City, Arizona. I travel to many different Native American reservations throughout the nation typically to photograph and visit friends and family. I am full-blooded Diné so let me properly introduce myself (translation to follow) – Shí éí Danielle Williams yinishyé. Kinyaa’áanii nishłí. Ta’neeszahnii báshíshchíín. Tł’ízíłání dashicheii. Tódích’íinii dashinálí. Tónaneesdízí dęę’ naashá. Shimá dóó shizhé’é éí Rose Marie dóó Daniel Williams wolyé. Ákót’éego éí asdzáa Diné nishłí. My name is Danielle Williams. I am of the Towering House clan, born for the Tangle People clan. My maternal grandfather is of the Manygoats clan and my paternal grandfather is of the Bitter Water clan. I am from Tuba City. My mother and father are Rose Marie and Daniel Williams. In this way, I am a Navajo woman. The purpose for “Old Love” was to restore balance because I was taught that love is the most powerful and beautiful gift of all. We know this because of the Love that the Holy Ones have …

#Artlife: Dan Flavin’s “Corners, Barriers, and Corridors”

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Fluorescent lighting isn’t exactly the sexiest invention known to man but somehow Dan Flavin mastered transforming this mundane and sometimes annoyingly buzzing source of light into magical works of art. A minimalist who referred to himself as a “Maximalist”, Flavin was able to create transcendent, futuristic teleports through fluorescent light tubes and bend reality in ways that were so delicate yet strikingly alluring at the same time. Last month, I was glad to have been able to actively explore perceptions of space through the beautifully curated, “Corners, Barriers, and Corridors,” a collection of some of Flavin’s noted works from the 1960s and 70s at David Zwirner Gallery in New York City. Though the exhibit has since ended, Dan Flavin’s pieces still conjure up many thoughts on duality which have helped expand my definitions on style and aesthetics. While at the gallery, I unknowingly started to play with binary oppositions like femininity vs. masculinity, anonymity vs. recognition through the masking silhouettes, tones and shadows formed from the different color gradations of each piece. Here are some …

Confessions of a Jetsetter w/ Sita Chay

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“Silk Road was such a metaphysical term until I traveled through Mongolia, Kazakhstan, Kyrgyzstan, and Uzbekistan. It sounded far and magical, hard to grasp. Where people from Asia and Europe traveled and exchanged their cultures, I witnessed genuine interaction and creation of their encounters many, many centuries before me. As a western instrumentalist, little did I know the violin and Asian cellos like the Erhu and Haegeum, had the same ancestor until I saw another violinist playing the instrument between legs like a cello. Among many familiar sounding yet exotic instruments, the most memorable was a Mongolian cello called Morin Khuur. It had a magical balance between the folk-like sounds that we hear in Asian cellos and the sensitivity we recognize in the violin or viola. A horse head scroll was attached to its trapezoid box…a captivating, odd beauty which fit perfectly with one of my favorite legends it’s inspired: After a mother camel gave birth to her newborn, she was stressed and exhausted. She rejected the newborn and refused to feed the calf. To restore the harmony between …

Confessions of a Jetsetter w/ Caroline Dignes

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“I started rock climbing about two years ago at the rock gym with my partner. Climbing in the gym feels very comfortable – the ceilings aren’t incredibly high, the gym associates do a belay check on you and your partner, the climbing path is clearly marked by following a set of matching colored plastic rocks to the top, and there’s an ocean of pleasant blue foam padding covering the floor. I am slightly afraid of heights, and that blue ocean is like a smiling friend. I didn’t join the rock gym with expert climber ambitions, I joined because climbing is a fusion of a social hour and fitness. At the end of a session, I had the added benefit of a completed workout.  The first time I climbed outdoors was unpleasant. I went climbing at Smith Rock State Park in Central Oregon. The rock there is volcanic tuff, a porous rock formed by the consolidation of volcanic ash. It looks like a black solidified sea sponge, but the tips of the air bubbles are prickly spines instead …

Confessions of a Jetsetter w/ Sarah Brodsky

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“I was traveling to motorcycle rallies with a high wire motorcycle trapeze act. We went to Sturgis, South Dakota for the big two-week long rally and met all sorts of characters. Being from New York City, I wasn’t used to cowboys, country living and motorcycle culture. There was a guy my troupe and I had met in West Virginia who was also on his way to Sturgis. We helped him transport his bike because we had extra room in our trailer. His name was Bubba and he was from Alabama. Bubba was such a great guy! He offered to help us with anything we needed. He was hilarious and just really kind. Although my mother is from Alabama, I had never been there and wasn’t accustomed to such Southern Hospitality.  Bubba told us all sorts of stories about his business- he sold lights to put on motorcycles and set up his booth at the rallies. He then went on to describe a person who was trying to cheat his coworker out of money and used …

Confessions of a Jetsetter w/ James Tillman

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“If I could sum up my travel style and sense of adventure in one iconic album, it would have to be A Tribe Called Quest’s debut, People’s Instinctive Travels and the Paths of Rhythm. Classic, funky, fresh and intelligent! Out of all the traveling I have been fortunate and blessed to do, I have been most at peace and happy when I have the pleasurable company of like-minded family and friends. This album makes the listener feel like they’ve been picked up by a rowdy group of friends to tag along as they traverse the globe, cracking jokes on each other and getting into some trouble here and there, but also sharing in profound moments of personal and collective growth from the journey.  A type of mellow, feel-good wandering comes to mind every time I listen to this, which is exactly how I’d ideally like to travel. Traveling alone is a nice reprise as well, but I’ve realized that there’s something especially spiritual about a collective traveling together with a unified purpose in mind. I have had some great …