There's something a little off about the storefronts on Main Street in the town of Amsterdam in Upstate New York.
Long before we were friend-requesting on Facebook, following influencers on Instagram and instantly communicating with strangers around the world by simply typing in their social media handles — there was the ham radio calling card… aka the QSL card.
These days, text messaging has seen to it that emojis come before real emotions, but today we'd like to pay tribute to hand-written romance as it becomes increasingly rare.
Your eyes do not deceive you. These homes have indeed been cut down the middle like a knife through a buttercream cake, but in lieu of confetti sprinkles, the insides spill out water damage, rot and everything that's wrong with our throw-away society.
Han van Meegeren was so good at forging the great masters that he narrowly escaped the death penalty in a sensational trial to prove his innocence as a Nazi art plunderer of cultural treasures.
"Not always useful, but not altogether useless" is the mantra behind Chindōgu, a Japanese art form that calls for stilettos with built-in umbrellas, noodle bibs for the face and glue sticks filled with butter (that one we get).
An incessant blend of theatrics, glamour and a whole lot of gin made for some of the most jaw dropping nights you could imagine.
Theirs is a love of strange and beautiful proportion. The kind measured in porcelain, peanut-sized dolls and antiqued oysters as big as your face.
If you build it, they will come. That was the logic behind American real estate magnate James V. Lafferty when he embarked on the most Edwardian PR stunt ever: to build a gigantic elephant.
Yma Sumac claimed to be the final descendant of the last Incan Emperor, Atahualpa — a claim the Peruvian government backed in 1946 — and she allegedly learned to sing from "the creatures of the forest."
They're kind of Brooklyn's Romeo and Juliet. He was made of slot car stock, and she was, well, not. At least, that's what she'll tell you — but it's clear that Dolores, who's one-half of the legendary couple behind Buzz-a-Rama, is a slot car queen.
It doesn't get much better than this, especially for a morning commute: space-age chandeliers, marble statues, "golden" ornaments, and a floor so clean you lick your lunch clean off it.
Her words rang out for 5,000 to hear, and in 16 languages, on a winter's day in 1968. It was the inauguration of Auroville, the futuristic utopia in India led by guru Mirra Alfassa.
Not to rag on the World Cup or anything, but why run after a football when you can just drive towards it on a motorbike? Well that’s the spirit of Motor-ball, which is pretty much exactly what it sounds like.
The human body is a miraculous piece of machinery. Try as they might, scientists can't always seem to understand its power — and susceptibility — to the strangest situations throughout history.
Ask any full-time creative exactly where they find inspiration, or what their line of work even is, and they'll tell you of all the jobs they've juggled not only to pay the rent, but stay relevant.
Of the 16 million tourists that visit Florence on average per year, I wonder how many of them walk by the old palazzos without ever noticing their most interesting little secret hiding in plain sight.
You could say she was the female Indiana Jones, except of course, Indie was a fictional character, and Aloha Wanderwell was very much the real deal.
You could call Ralph Cowan the "Picasso" of vanity art, an American painter to the international jet set and virtuoso of 1980s glamorous kitsch. He's the unexpected link between the likes of Donald Trump, Elvis Presley, Michael Jackson and Grace Kelly.
"Don't touch. And don't eat what you touch unless you want to die" are the first words you’ll hear upon entering Lotusland, the exotic, 37-acre kingdom of plants tucked away in the quiet town of Montecito, California.