Carter Burch is the co-founder of Neighbors BK — a boutique photo studio & production house in Greenpoint. He’s also a lil fashionisto.. when I’m with him I wish I was wearing his outfit nine times out of ten no matter how much I liked my outfit when I walked out the door.. and he paints which is news to me but I really like this one. Enjoy —
I. an artist
To be honest I don’t know much about Danny Fox. I discovered his work via Folkartwork and was instantly drawn to his style. There's something about folk and outsider art that really speaks to me, and when it's done well I think there is no comparable art style. A few months after my first exposure to Danny I was visiting a close friend in Paris and saw his name on the spine of a book on her bookshelf. After a quick moment of recognition of “this is why we get along so well” with my friend, I picked up her copy of Some Mornings Catch a Wraith (I bought a copy that same day). Upon leafing through the book I found that not only was Danny one of (IMHO) the greatest artists making work today, he is also one of the most talented poets that I have read in recent times. “Take Care of My Wife,” hit me like a ton of bricks and stays with me to this day. I could go on and ON here about what his poetry and art mean to me but art is interpreted on a personal level and has a different impact on each person. All I will say is that Danny’s work speaks to me on a level beyond anything I have seen in a long, LONG time!
II. a musician
As a country fan, and let's clarify here I’m talking country country (Townes, Earle, Blaze, Cash et AL.) Not pop country (Zac Brown Band, nuff said). There have been few albums in recent years that I have connected with that also connect with a mainstream audience. It seems these days that pop country has taken over the main stage and become synonymous with “country music.” I want to first let you know that the “country” you hear on the radio is not a reflection of country music at its core. Country music is sad, beautiful, slow, heartbreaking, life-giving, positive. As Dylan (a bit more folk than country, but certainly influenced by country) would say, “[it] contain[s] multitudes.”
Zach’s first album was critically lauded and became a huge hit in the new country community but his newest album took a sharp turn away from the pop country genre that made him famous and returned to the melancholic roots of the men and women who paved the way for him. From the opening song, Fear and Friday (Poem), Zach sets a somber yet hopeful tone emblematic of the world he currently lives in.
Once again, beauty is in the eye of the beholder and I am not a music critic but I implore you to give this album a listen.
Note: if you are on the fence about country music I would highly recommend watching Heartworn Highways by James Szalapski. If you can go through the Townes scene and not at least wish you were crying, stay away from me.
III. an overlooked treasure trove
Okay, I know all of you are on Facebook Marketplace, looking for a new couch or car. But let’s take a moment to recognize Craig and his list. Marketplace is great (so i’ve heard, i’m banned from facebook) but there is something about the original. As someone who spends way too much time online and way too much money on cars that barely work, Craigslist is an online mecca of everything I love in the world. I would implore all the readers to download the app and search, not just for used cars, furniture and prostitutes; but art, apartments, opportunities and anything else you can think of.
Just don’t buy the ‘78 gremlin i've been looking at this week!
IV. a project
For most of my childhood my pops would either be out of town (traveling sales) or home late every weeknight. That wasn't unusual to me, but what didn't make sense to me was that on the weekends, my dad, who had just worked an, at least, 80 hour week would spend the weekend fixing things around the house (cars, windows, resanding and staining the floors etc.) In my 20s I was still confused. “Dude you and I work the same hours, when I get home I want to relax, do nothing and sleep and I’m 35 years younger than you. You want to keep WORKING?”
Now, there is peace in a project. You have something to accomplish. It's similar to cleaning. It feels amazing to have a clean apartment (or house for you lucky few) but as soon as it's clean it starts to get dirty and you have to clean again. A physical (and I guess digital? Idk about digital stuff too much) project, working with your hands on something, has no end. You reorganized your apartment last weekend? How long until you do it again? We are constantly changing and evolving and so should the spaces, objects and ideas we interact with everyday. So start a project with no end and sight and see where it goes. That to me is peace.
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V. a pair of humans
My Mom sent me a passage from one of her friends a few years ago and it has stuck with me:
“So… you were little and then at some point you came into consciousness and looked over and there we were: Tall people cutting apples the way you liked them. You have never known a world where we were not.
But for us, we were just regular people and then you came and changed the whole thing. We could win the $19 million-dollar California Super Lotto tonight and you would still be the biggest thing that ever happened to us. We love you more than you have yet loved anything.”
You might not think your parents are cool or maybe you don't have a relationship with your parents whatsoever. To the kids out there (we’re still kids, and guess what so are our parents) who don’t have a relationship with their parents, you looked up to someone at one point yeah? Find them!
I’ll be the first to admit I have cool parents and not all of us are so blessed. I've tripped mushrooms and ripped countless bong hits with my dad. My mother lived in the West Village in the 80s and is a style inspiration to me to this day. So to me my parents are cool as fuck!
For the kids who just didn't think their parents “Got them”.. talk to them, you don't have to fully listen, but you'll find out they are usually cooler than you ever were. I bet your parents have some amazing stories. So ask them about their lives!
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los angeles
Open: Hannah Taurin’s Issues at Chateau Shatto. Jonas Woods’ Drawings 2003-2023 at Karma. Fashion still life photographer Sheila Metzner’s From Life at The Getty. Group show Root Systems: An Exhibition of Works on Paper at Nino Mier. Tom Anholt’s Sticks and Stones at BLUM. Gideon Rubin’s Substance to Shadows at Anat Ebgi.
Saturday: Brooke Callahan pop-up at Lisa Says Gah.
Sunday: Laurel Halo at Lodge Room.
new york
Open: Jenna Gribbon’s The Honeymoon Show! at Levy Gorvy Dayan. Tracey Emin’s Lovers Grave at White Cube. Group show BREAKTHROUGH at James Fuentes. Robert Ryman 1961 - 1964 at David Zwirner. A group exhibition of South African artists Social Objects at TIWA. Katherine Bradford’s Arms and the Sea at Canada Gallery. Ann Craven’s Night at Karma. Karyn Lyons’ show The Tresspasser and Other Tales at Turn Gallery. Laura Footes’ Somewhere Else at Shrine. Henry B Taylor’s B Side and Ruth Asawa’s Through Line at The Whitney. A Glorious Bewilderment: Marie Menken’s ‘Visual Variations on Noguchi’ at the Noguchi Museum. Ed Ruscha’s NOW THEN at MoMA.
Sunday: Printed Matter’s Zine Fair at the Brooklyn Museum.