For the past six years, with variable attendance, my buddies and I have gone camping in the dead of winter.
We pick a remote site, cook amazing meals (think roasted suckling pig), drink fantastic cocktails and, mostly, just bullshit next to the fire until our skin is smoked and we collapse into a boozy sleep. This year was our largest group to date and it had special meaning for me since I was returning to the East Coast for the first time since we moved to Iowa.
And if you’re wondering why we camp in winter - just think about swarming bugs and sweating inside a hot ass tent.
Thanks guys for a great trip. I can’t wait until next year.
The Pine Barrens, NJ. 2013.
So, I didn’t really know know Robert Polidori’s work (yes, my failing) in 2009 when the wife and I visited Versailles. Now, after recently viewing his work at the fantastic Falconer Gallery at Grinnell College, I’m only slightly obsessed with him.
Versailles, France. 2009.