The RS B.I.F.I.™ dropout. A reality. First parcels to arrive next week. And the last ingredient to be added to my long menu of materials needed for us to keep our little corner of the trade from shrinking further into nonexistence. There are many trite ways to state...

Spending a few weeks dialing in RSCX Team frames. These are by design but not to order. But yeah all of my frames are by made this way - but this season I'm more focused on it. I'm in that space that connects what was with what will be. By summer I'll have a grip on...

This is important stuff. People should know about it. An ad campaign in the 1990s, maybe earlier. The Gap. In The New Yorker. It ran a long time. Long enough to inform that some thirty people, all folks in the arts and or letters, or politics, wore khakis. Talk about...

Making. A life. Because that's what it is. Dropped off at the bus station. No return ticket. It's about finding a gig. Something to laugh at. Someone to laugh with. A melody to hum. A way to spend days. Some people are pushed. Others pulled. I was lured. As a...

There’s gotta just gotta be another floor in this building. This can’t be the top. But after this past weekend and some emotional excavation, coupled with a dose or three of chatting with the inner circle, I wonder. So much delivers us to one long echo chamber of us...

I had an engagement the other day. And evening thing. Manhattan. Trained in from Deep River for the overnight. Jet lagged from twelve days on the big island bookended by the travel. Got home at 10AM on Thursday. The next day it was Amtrak to NYC for the thing. Some...

Found. My cufflink and tie bar set. Worn once. For my Bar Mitzvah. From Schlesinger’s. The men's (and later, women's) apparel store in West New York. Corner of Bergenline Avenue and 57th Street. My suit and other accessories also came from Sid's iconic palace of...

From all I’ve done until now. Self-imposed break. Full immersion vacating. Deconstructing. Maybe half way through. Maybe eke it out until summer. Too soon to know. For certain. Back to making. Work is life. Years can be damned. It’s one long routine. I make my own...

One proposal for a vessel to house some new objects of high (haute) desire to be available when I get back to work. As always, and to no one’s surprise at all, the most repeated question I ask myself is, “What would Martha Stewart do?” .

The practice is the master. The maker is the servant. I’m that guy. I get this. Repetition. Routine. Relentlessness. Cut from a different cloth. I’ve observed it. Dissecected it. Defended it. Advocated for it. That ship sailed. The few cats who got it with me - some I...

I began standing at the bench in 1972. Here I am 47 years later. To my left are two I just finished. That's the end of the list. I made it. Not everyone made it. I did. Alas. list·less - adjective (of a person or their manner) lacking energy or enthusiasm. I'll hit...

That's my childhood home and where I lived until I went out into the world. The unit with the white garage door, and the trash can next to it. The Rothmans lived in the house with the red garage, and on the other side of us, the Powers. Every two houses, exactly the...

A quote pulled from my notebooks written during my three years at The Peddie School. Thank you Mr. Roberts and the English Department for adding Eric Hoffer to our conversations. .

But a part of you is gone. People want to say New York is always changing? This is not change. This is obliteration. C.O. Moed All This By Hand .

Never stop wondering. Never stop wandering. .

haute couture for your front wheel All This By Hand .

But the world don't stop Mmm even when you're living in colour No, the world don't stop Time is only gonna pass you by Now you're in real life, now you're in real life Now you're in real life, now you're in real life Jeannie Becomes A Mom Caroline Rose All This By...

I've taken W Magazine since the early 1980s. This weekend I took W Magazine apart. Well, three issues. Me, an idea, and a pair of scissors. Deconstructing fashion. All This By Hand .

How many characters is too few. How many characters is too many. All This By Hand .

A word is a note. Groups of them, music. How music is heard isn't on the performer but the listener as well. In 2019 especially. And on the internet especially. And on social media especially. But especially on Twitter where characters are rented out at the highest...

This came from JB's stash. It's a photograph (a picture on paper for you young people.) I started sending my frames to Joe Bell in 1986. That's 33 years ago. He's been my only painter since. I love the guy. The guy better love me. An adult life of commitment and...

Every morning I come in, maybe look at what I left from the previous day, and decide what to continue with. Whether to finish, or start anew. It's a gift given to me by me for standing around so long. And after a moment of self-absorption and maybe fucking off on the...

Well that was delightful. I'm back on the bicycle. Today was spring in February. The two units were packed since the cx natz in December. I got the urge to do some things about some things. The sedentary life. Can't last. A month on the couch. Too long. Grabbed the...

The spiral notebook years circa (that's Latin for around the time of, or on and about) 1970. Words that give meaning to another word - timeless. Imagine. Then see it done. All This By Hand .

Done and dusted. Time for a cigarette. The handshake list. Short as it is. Lovin' lookin' at notebook. With empty lines. Possibilities. Liberating. Smokin' haute. All This By Hand .

The Slow Food Movement version of Rapid Prototyping. Free Range B.I.F.I.™ fronts to mate with rears. The gestation period began Monday. All This By Hand .

There is no function without elegance. There is no elegance without function. B.I.F.I.™ front dropouts. The next little thing. Er, my next little thing. All This By Hand .

I had a playdate with myself on Monday. Just me. Some washers from the hardware store. And my Piccoli Gioielli™ front dropouts. The fun was conceptualizing a way to edit the shapes so they’ll match the new RS B.I.F.I.™ rear dropouts that will go live by March 1st....

Happy Birthday to my mom. She would've been 90 today. I looked up and saw this. It's Bobbe. Shining a light on me. It's always been her way. A moment can last forever. See It Done All This By Hand .

As a lifelong attention span lack-er with if it’s even possible poorer reading comprehension skills it’s a gift when a storyline comes to me early. All I need to know right at the front end. The salient point delivered on a silver platter. The restaurant reviews in...

The last two. For now. Next are the 5-6 handshake orders I took from pals during the Obama years. And the dozen or so people who’ve chronically postponed their commissions or simply couldn't make a decision when one was asked for?! All of these units would have been...

My first RS. Me atop. It took four years of making bicycles for others before I was on one of my own. Mix of NR and SR parts. Cinelli. Nisi rims. D'Allesandro tubulars. Regina drivetrain. Silca Impero pump painted to match. I'm wearing a mélange (that's a French word)...

This is where I was in 1970. This is who I was in 1970. So many spiral notepads so little time. To find myself. To wonder where boundaries are. As a sixteen year old I thought self-expression was a moving target. And that no one should know who you really are. It's...

Absolutely great light is like oxygen like water like love like inspiration like collaboration like friendship like making beautiful things each day we're here. Take the light. Make beauty. Stay here. For as long as you can. All This By Hand .

A still life. Is that what this is. Or what I want. Or what's coming. Some shots are set up. Others ask to be taken. A conversation in the workroom. With materials. Tools. And me. A still life. All This By Hand .

Arrange Disorder™ This is what an object of desire looks like when it's being made. Intermediate work. I have one full day in this commission. The main triangle is assembled. The top of the front wheel holder is done. The blade-y things will be made tomorrow. The rear...