Chris and Bannack were featured in Time Out for Father’s Day. A photographer stopped them on their way home from the park. (Ismay too, you can see her stocking-cap head sticking out of Chris’ sling.) She asked Bannack some tough questions about why he thought Chris is the best dad in the world. He had a lot to say but they printed his best line:
Tell us why you have the best dad in the world.
“He made my baby sister!”—Bannack, 3, Brooklyn
Photograph: Cinzia Reale-Castello
Hello, I live in Brooklyn. There is a great little park by my house, I call it June Park. Sure there are toys around—slides, bridges, a cement whale—but my favorite part of the park is this little hole in the ground. Let me demonstrate how I sit in it. There are more ways than you might think to sit in this hole. Ahh!
You’re welcome to come by anytime, the hole is always open!
Marc Campbell of Dangerous Minds says: “No, these are not photos of Mumford And Sons or the many faces of Bon Ivers or mugshots of Brooklyn hipsters. These are photos from 1957 of entrants in an annual beard-growing contest that took place in Kansas.” Via Boing Boing
Please refer any beard-related questions to Stephen, one of the founders of Montana’s famous Bruigher Beard Club.
Sara guided us to the waterfront yesterday afternoon to visit Williamsburg’s weekly flea market-style food fair Smorgasburg. There were lots of tempting food stands, each one filling a very specific gourmet niche. Out of all there was to offer we sampled mole tempeh tamales and smooth Basque gazpacho from Txikito, but the best in show were the killer donuts from DOUGH, a donut only bakery on Fanklin Avenue.
We ordered one cafe au lait, one toasted coconut, and one candied blood orange for us grown ups and Bannack got a dollar’s worth of cinnamon sugar donut holes. I’m going back because we still have to try lemon glazed poppy seed, hibiscus, or passion fruit with chocolate nibs.
The cupcake revolution is over, long live the donut.
