Where did you grow up?
What brought you to New York?
A big plane! Hah. Also, love. Didn’t work out with the guy in the end, but the city stole my heart.
What do you do for a living?
I make art, mostly about baseball and cacti. I print on fabric, I sew, I carve wood, I paint.
How did you get started?
I waited tables and worked as a studio assistant for other artists for a few years after school, always making art on the side. One day I had this idea to print my own baseball cards, which I did. I worked hard, gained momentum online, made some money and eventually quit my day job to work for myself full time. People liked what I did so I kept at it.
What’s your favorite thing about your neighborhood?
I live in Greenpoint and work in South Williamsburg / Bed-Stuy, two very different neighborhoods. What I like about Greenpoint is that it still feels a little isolated. We’re at the tip of Brooklyn, almost in Queens. I like being by the water and I like Polish food. And parking is not too bad. My studio is located in a big industrial building sandwiched between the Marcy housing projects where Jay-Z grew up, and the hassidic neighborhood of South Williamsburg. I like that it’s still pretty dirty and gritty and old school industrial. I really appreciate that, in a New York that is getting richer and cleaner by the minute. I hope it stays that way for a little while longer.
What’s the last treasure you found?
A good and honest man. We’re getting married in the Fall. (Aww!)
If you were going to eat your last meal in New York, where and what would you eat?
If it’s my last opportunity to ever eat in New York I’m going to give it a proper goodbye and hit all my favorite classic NY spots. Not necessarily the best food in the city, just the most sentimental to me. I’ll start with coffee and a bagel with lox and cream cheese at Barney Greengrass, then a dozen oysters and a glass of Viognier at the Oyster Bar in Grand Central, followed by dim sum anywhere in Chinatown, and Italian cookies while I’m in the neighborhood. Then gin martinis at the Waverly Inn. Then I’ll feel really sick and will probably cry. Last meals are too sad!
If you could have a sleepover with anyone who has ever existed, who would it be?
If your life was a TV show, what would be the theme song?
What does New York need that it doesn’t have now?
I can tell you what it has now that it doesn’t need: TV screens in cabs. What the hell is up with that?