“I went on a whale watching trip with my wife and daughter,” Bruce McCall, the artist of this week’s cover, says. “We were half an hour out of Montauk, in the middle of the ocean, between Block Island and the North Shore, and suddenly these huge things came rolling up. It was just amazing—they’re so gigantic and so beautiful. I’m not often impressed by nature, but I remember that feeling when we saw the whales suddenly appear besides us, and it was very magical.”
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Beware of the dog by George Booth
“That’s my house—it’s an 1834 house. I don’t know if that means anything or not. But the yard needs to be mowed now. I gotta go over and do that. As to why the dog is in the tree? I don’t know. That just happened. He’s not very smart. That’s not nice to say, but he’s guarding the house. I don’t really have that dog, just in my head. I once owned one—I took on a stray, in Pearl Harbor. ”
by Joost Swarte
“I’ve always bought my glasses in the small town where I live and I started to talk to the owner of the eyewear shop: Are there glasses that not only make you look sharp, but that also influence the way you look? He told me that wasn’t the purpose of glasses, but, I thought, let me give it a try. Of course, there is not so much space on glasses, so there was a technical aspect to solve. But there’s always a little space in the corner. Many of the manufacturers use it for a logo.”
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by Bruce McCall
” I’ve been trying forever to find a way to honor the food-delivery guys,” Bruce McCall, the artist who painted this week’s cover, says. “I wanted to show what heroes they are; they’re intrepid, pedaling along at any time of night to deliver food to New Yorkers. We usually rely on my wife Polly’s cooking—she’s marvelous at it—but when she comes home late after a long day of work, then we’ll take the easy way out. Well, easy for us, at least.”
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by Saul Steinberg “Love of Baseball”
” Saul Steinberg, who escaped from Italy and came to America during the Second World War, believed that in order to understand this country you had to study baseball. He and I were friends for the last twenty years of his life, and by then he had the subject mastered.”
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