The first time I met Mike Stasny, last fall, he gave me a painting. No introductions, no exposition; he just whirled up to me as I looked at this painting, took it off the wall, and handed it over. I walked away wondering who this hyped up, magical forest creature in a suit had been.
I am standing inside the M Rich building in downtown Atlanta, one week before the opening of Dashboard’s Boom City show. Courtney Hammond, half-covered in paint, brings me a beer and we begin to explore the enormous, sunlit space in downtown Atlanta that is to be the site of the third annual Dashboard roll out show.
It’s early evening. There’s just the last bit of light coming through the windows of Nick Tecosky’s super-creepy office in an old church, where terrifying framed portraits of Jesus are stacked up against the walls like bad children. The Write Club Atlanta Viceroy is dressed, as usual, like a Russian novelist who lives in Berkeley in the 1960s, and unlike at the monthly Write Club bouts, he doesn’t yell once.
Hense On a forgotten block of Downtown Atlanta, four artists are literally changing the face of Atlanta. Their tractor-green lifts move on the building faces like dancing robot arms, lit up against the dark Atlanta skyline. Just a short walk away, Adrian Barzaga is saving the abandoned Constitution building from demolition and heightening (in every [...]
Before I met Amanda Mills I had memories of William Wallace’s speech in Braveheart about being 7 feet tall and shooting bolts of lightning out his ass. Her reputation seemed pretty legendary.
We became fast friends with similar interests concerning outdoor activities, Taco Bell, defacing renaissance art and our love for buddy cop movies.
Bernard McCoy founded Modern Atlanta almost a decade ago as a haven for contemporary architects. This week I sat down with him and his assistant, Jessica Steele-Hardin (a recent graduate of the Georgia Tech School of Architecture), at Perkins + Will’s impressive new digs. With Design Is Human Week about to kick off, and with a fifth-floor view of the High Museum, we discussed the origin of Modern Atlanta…
Chances are, unless you have taken up residence beneath a rock, you’ve bumped into Raymond Carr at some point. When he isn’t directing, acting in, or otherwise working on films, performing in circuses, participating in verbal pugilism–in puppet form, naturally–or logging long hours editing at his studio, you might find him manning the turntables at Carroll Street Café (because hey, everybody needs a hobby). Who is this guy, anyway?
First of all, this was no run-of-the-mill teepee. Originally built by Watts and another friend for Karen’s wedding last fall, it was clearly too stunning to live out the rest of its days indoors in some forgotten corner.
The bastard children of the art community, often revered, but usually reviled– graffiti artists face scrutiny with every masterpiece they create or urban canvas they deface. Their craft toes a fine line of outrageous colors usually depicted as black and white by the public, but typically observed as a grey area.