For the final week of our process piece with Jacob Michaud, we asked him his plans for the future and his artist recommendations. Plans for the future For the future, I plan on just making more shit; more collages and drawings as they come to my mind. I really also want to start doing more […]
Out front, the lobby was mercifully empty, and she was about to start up the stairs when the bellman slipped in from the dining room, pulling the door softly shut behind him. Seeing her, he whirled around, whipping his hands behind his back as if she’d caught him stealing. “Evening, ma’am,” he said, bowing quickly. […]
An hour later, when Cheryl came down for dinner, she had redone her hair and makeup and slipped into a sleeveless black Marc Jacobs number she had worn only once before, at an Alpha Kappa Alpha cotillion the previous fall. The dress, with its shirred silk and its low scooped back, was a touch too […]
The Mother by Jay Frankston She takes the seeds from her womb, scatters them to the wind and sings to them, the Mother. And the wind lifts them high above fields, above fears, takes them round and round then lets them fall. And flowers and trees and children grow from the earth. And […]