This weekend — and this may be difficult for the Napa Vintners to reconcile — more people descended on Napa Valley than ever before. And — this may be harder still for the Auction’s organizers to reconcile — they likely spent more than any other group that ever came before them. […]
Driving on Highway 12 southeast toward Napa from Sonoma we happened to pass a crew pasting up this sign. By all outward appearances another of the billboards directing people toward the big BottleRock Napa music, food and wine festival scheduled for May 9 to 12 in Napa. […]
The 2013 concert series at Gundlach Bundschu got off to a fuzzy feedback-filled start Friday night when ’90s rock royalty Dinosaur Jr. played the intimate Old Redwood Barn in Sonoma. DJ stopped in Sonoma on their way out the music-festival-cum-desert bikini beach party that is Coachella. […]
When our dear friend and official pizza correspondent moved from NYC to Miami, we were devastated. (There is no pizza worth speaking of in Florida.) But Ms. Kelly Samardak, like many other displaced New Yorkers, discovered that sometimes you must leave The Greatest City in the World to realize your own dreams. […]
Napa Valley is a place. A stretch of land. Napa is a city. Napa is a state of mind. It’s a state of wine. What’s the first thing you think of when you think of “Napa?” The answer probably has more to do with you than it does with the place, the people who live in and visit Napa Valley, or the wines that are made there. […]
When one of Burgundy’s most flamboyant, charismatic and charming vintners, Jean-Charles Boisset, purchased Raymond Vineyards, a storied Napa Valley estate, in 2009, there were bound to be changes. First, the most sustainably-minded playboy on the planet initiated a strict biodynamic farming regimen, starting the long, arduous process of restoring soil health and biodiversity to the 224 acres that Raymond manages, both on the St. […]
A new commercial for a the Can-Am Spyder Roadster, an odd little three-wheel motorcycle (perfect for the balance impaired), caught our attention. We were laughing so hard at the motor scooter (a dead ringer for a souped-up Little Rascal) and the riders in matching outfits zooming down Highway 1 along the California coast, that we almost missed them stopping at one of our favorite places to stay, Nick’s Cove and Cottages in Tomales Bay — where, improbably, a leather-clad biker who just got off a Harley nods approvingly at the trike. […]
As a part of the Sonoma International Film Festival director and provoca-auteur John Waters, a part-time San Franciscan (he’d never desert Baltimore completely), brings his one-man “Vaudeville” act “This Filthy World” to the stage of the Sonoma Veteran’s Memorial Building on Saturday night. […]
When I reached photographer Lindsay MCrum on the phone at her hotel room so we could have a conversation about her book Chicks With Guns she quipped, “I’m what you’d call a moving target these days.” Now, I don’t think she meant this as a specific self-referential gun metaphor necessarily, but it does speak to the wide array of interpretations the book is open to and goes to show how ingrained guns are into our cultural iconography. […]
Artist Jeremy Mann’s Urban Realism at The Christopher Hill Gallery
Perched above St. Helena’s quaint Main Street, The Christopher Hill Gallery has, for ten years, served as an oasis. For urban expats craving contemporary, international art and intelligent conversation, Hill’s gallery on the second floor (above a shop that somewhat inexplicably sells exclusively Kokopelli jewelry) provides a much-needed break from wine country kitsch. […]
The buds are breaking throughout the region and we hope to encourage them a stomping, charging, barrage of drums, breakbeats and rhythms — from quiet tapping to all out cacophony.
We start out with what, in our minds at least, is one of the great drum intros of all time. […]
Nancy Willis has spent a lot of time in the last few years looking up. As an artist who also works as a chef and teaches at The Culinary Institute of America, the dinner table has always played an important role in her work (she once had a video installation of a post-dinner-party-table — candles flickering, cheerful, intoxicated chatter coming from the next room, a kitten snooping for leftovers — on display at Sundance during the film festival). […]
There are no drum circles at Occupy Napa. No skirmishes with police (at least not yet). No dissension among the ranks, which speak clearly and with a single voice. That the ranks total one exceedingly reasonable and politically moderate 62-year-old man wearing jeans, a polo shirt, wire frame glasses and a gardening hat to shield his pale face from the sun probably explains all of the above.