To the Max
byWhen Peter Max was at The Art Students League of New York in the 1950s, he studied under Frank J. Reilly, who himself was…
Flower Power
When Peter Max was at The Art Students League of New York in the 1950s, he studied under Frank J. Reilly, who himself was…
Two words: Chocolate bread. When I was a Westchester neophyte, those words were all it took for me to hightail it to The Kneaded…
They’re as apparent as fashion and as profound as death itself. They alight for a moment, flitting from flower to flower and yet are…
Ask 10 people at random if they like wine. Don’t be surprised to find that some are not wine drinkers. That’s because wine can…
There is something ineluctable and ineffable about fragrance. You know it the minute you scent it. It tickles, teases, tantalizes and maybe even traps…
I love flowers and tulips are among my favorite. I photograph them, paint them and enjoy them in my home and garden. My fondness…
“When I find pleasure in orchids, I love uprightness; when I see pines and bamboos, I think of virtue; when I stand beside limpid…
Recently, while doing a TV interview about sex and my upcoming book, the interviewer, a lovely man, seemed stumped when I said both men…
When it comes to landscaping, there have been biblical gardeners (Adam, and according to filmmaker Darren Aronofsky, Noah), sexy gardeners (John Rowland on “Desperate…