April 25, 2013


I spent my last months in San Francisco packing up books I couldn't bear to leave behind, pouring cappuccinos, and playing peek-a-boo with Weston Rosch, baby extraordinaire to multidisciplinary artist Brion Nuda Rosch. I'm sorry our paths crossed at the end of my west coast run, but I'm glad they did. You may recognize Brion's work from simply paying attention to the cool shit happening around you, or if you've recently found yourself walking underneath one of his Meat Cuts in the West Side of Manhattan. Hell, you might even know Brion if you frequent Rock Bar down in Bernal for their jukebox and a beer. I like Brion, I like his wife and baby, and I like his work. 

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