In mid-February, I traded a good friend of mine an empty parking space at my home in Barcelona for a leg of Jamón Iberico Bellota Pata Negra. Of course, this meant that I needed a carving stand in order to properly enjoy this glorious pillar of food porn.
Read MoreOne day in May, I decided that I should resume painting. I visited some art shops in Berlin; it seemed to me that all of the models I found were either too flimsy or lacked panache. Thus, I took reference photos and began to plan and construct my own extra large, customized, rolling, adjustable, stable art easel.
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