Author Archive: Hannah Joyce McCain

Recent transplant to Tucson. Originally from Portland—no, the other Portland (in Maine, silly!). I like late-night conversations, thought-provoking literature, not falling off my bike on 4th Ave, and cooking dinner for friends.

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interview: alexsey’s art

November 22, 2012 |

I came across Alexsey Kashtelyan, a local artist and illustrator, as he was working on a t-shirt design for local band Young Hunter at Café Passé. I was intrigued by the piece he was working on, which combined the graphic impact of hyper-stylized text (a note: Alexsey does some work in Hebrew, and/but, interestingly enough, the style of his “Young Hunter” text reminded me a lot of classic Arabic script) with the nuance of detailed illustration. I took a few photos of him as he worked, then followed up on the meeting by emailing him with a few questions about his work and the sources of his inspiration. Check out the photos and interview below, and take a look at more of his work here.

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Zócalo Hannah: What has your art education—formal and informal—consisted of?

Alexsey Kashtelyan: My art education isn’t too different from that of other artists around the world. I started doodling since I could, and didn’t stop! Otherwise, formally, I have a minor in Studio Art from the University of Arizona, with a Marketing Bachelors. I still wish it were the other way, but… Cold feet got me.

ZH: There seems to be a macabre element and/or fantastical element to much of your work. Where does that impulse derive from?

AK: You know… I really can’t say! I’ve just always been drawn to the horrific and fantastical  Maybe it’s because my brother forced me to watch horror movies when I was a child, an Frey and Jason somehow burrowed their ways into my psyche. I’m also a fan of metal, especially the doomier side of things, and the art that follows along has always fascinated me. But – ironically, I was terrified of evil, satanism, etc. all throughout my early youth because of irrational fears stemming from an overactive imagination, or something. I once didn’t even let myself listen to a single KISS song because I thought they really were knights of Satan! Anywho…these days, it’s mostly just a side of the imagination that really inspires me. And if nothing else: it looks cool. Skulls will never go out of style.

ZH: A lot of your text is in Hebrew. Also, you’re originally from Russia. What international, multicultural, or religio-cultural influences does your art contain? How does your life as an American but also as a multicultural citizen inform your art?

AK: Well, I suppose I should tell the story about that. So, every Jewish person has default citizenship in the state of Israel should you decide to move there. Along with that, to promote American-Jewish relations, as well as subtly try and boost the Jewish population, there’s the “Birthright” program that allows any Jew from the ages of 18-26 to get a free ten day trip to Israel. I went on that trip as a pilgrimage to the Uganda Bar in Jerusalem, where the band Om performed a five-hour long set released as a double vinyl called, simply enough, “Live In Jerusalem.” Anywho: I get to the bar, an there’s this band setting up called “Lili Franko.” They had a great set, I rocked out, and they invite me for falafel. Sadly, I had to get back on the tour bus to get to our hotel. Some facebooking later, I proposed that I do some art for them, and a few months later… Here we are! Great folks. And writing in Hebrew is a great artistic challenge as well; I’m a huge fan of the style of writing used in Torahs. And then, of course, there’s the old Russian fairy tales and the artwork that goes with them — I’m a huge fan of Bilibin and Repin. Those two are pure magic. But enough ramblin’ — in sum: Being multicultural has had a huge effect on my art, from the way I view it in an international and historical perspective, to the influences that physically manifest themselves in my work.

ZH: Who commissions art from you? What sort of art do you like to do?

AK: Most of my commissions come from bands in Tucson, though as I noted before, I’ve had some commissions from Israel, and from some friends in Portland, including illustrating a short story or two. But mostly: Tucson bands. I’ve always been interested in the psychedelic artwork that came from the 60s/70s San Francisco scene. All the illustrations for the Fillmore are gorgeous. But more importantly, I love the way that the style brought an outward sense of unity and closeness among the city’s culture. My goal is to help catalyze Tucson’s art & music scene in a similar way, if I can. Which is why most of the work I do so far is pro bono. I just want to collaborate and help people grow, and if my art brings the kids in to watch the show, that’s great. One day I hope to be selling prints, shirts, etc. an making a tidy profit… But I’m patient.

ZH: How long have you lived in Tucson? What do you think of the art scene here?

AK: I’ve lived in Tucson for the past 18 or 19 years, since I was five years old or so. I used to hate this town when I was younger because I couldn’t really do much downtown, couldn’t really participate, or simply just didn’t know how. But as of late, I’ve grown to love it. First of all, it’s just simply pleasant to sit around a patio, and always meeting up with someone you know, randomly walking down the street. That same “smallness” is great in that every band seems to knows every other band and plays within every other band, and so on. Just feels good. The “art” scene, however, I’m not too sure of. There’s some unity, but I think just because “art” (as in drawing, painting, etc.) is more of a personal thing, it’s harder to collaborate or even simply meet up over the sake of art. It’s still there, of course. The Art School at the UA really helped me to meet other artists, and get that same sense of community I’m sure musicians here feel. As well as the Art Phag meet up at the Surly Wench, and other art happenings around town. It could also be that the type of art I do primarily deals with musicians, rather than galleries. So… overall… not sure! I still have yet to fully discover it, and that’s amazing.

interview: fair wheel bikes

November 17, 2012 |

Memo from the guys at Fair Wheel Bikes*: your bike is not a toy. But it’s not an indestructible machine, either. “A lot of people come in here with unreasonable expectations about their bikes,” Patrick, a Fair Wheel Bikes mechanic, told me. But the bad news is that even at this world-reknowned bike shop, “we can only make your bike work up to a certain level of awesomeness.” That level of awesomeness is inherent to your bike, it turns out. If you’re starting with a one hundred dollar department-store bike, you’ll probably never make a race-worthy roadbike out of it. That doesn’t mean you shouldn’t be taking care of it, though. “Learn how to change a flat,” Patrick tells his theoretical customer. “It’ll come in handy.”

Or perhaps a not-so-theoretical customer: I admit to Patrick that I actually don’t know how to change a flat. Patrick assures me that’s fine, but he reiterates the importance of knowing how to take care of one’s bike. The other two guys I’m talking to agree. “People expect they’ll never have to work on their bikes,” says Ron. “That’s not true. Look at the roads here: your bike takes a beating.”

But, I protest, wasn’t Tucson rated one of the most bike-friendly cities in the country? All three mechanics scoff. Ron explains: “We don’t deserve that rating. It’s based off of statistics like, how many miles of bike lanes does the city have? It’s not based off of actual rideability.” I—and any other commuter biker in Tucson—can see what Ron’s talking about. Myriad potholes, bike lanes that end without warning, and roads wrinklier than Jan Brewer—not to mention the trolley tracks criss-crossing downtown and 4th Avenue!—don’t exactly conspire to create a cyclist’s paradise. In other words, Tucson’s not quite Amsterdam yet.

There is a great road bike and racing scene in Tucson, though. That’s where Fair Wheel gets its claim to fame: as the go-to bike shop for all of the nationally- and internationally-ranked cyclists who spend days, weeks, or months in Tucson riding and training during the temperate winter months. Fair Wheel Bikes’ walls are plastered with signed jerseys and other paraphernalia that documents the shop’s longstanding relationships with famous cyclists and teams. So when you bring your bike into Fair Wheel for a tune-up, you can rest assured that your bike is getting taken care of by top professionals—even if those professionals occasionally seem curt or disinterested. (A sidenote: my conversation with these Fair Wheel employees was pretty candid—we were sitting around drinking tallboys and throwing handmade bike-spoke ninja stars into cardboard boxes, after all. So I got some frank admissions out of these guys.)

“We work with countless customers in any given day, and when people come in with simple issues it can be a little frustrating. Not because we can’t fix their bikes—we can,” says Ron. But unfortunately, “we don’t have time to give in-depth one-on-one attention to everyone who walks through the door. If you have a flat tire, we’ll change your flat. But some people can be really needy, and we don’t have time to offer emotional support” about your bike’s flaws or give a bike repair 101 lesson.

So that explains some catty Yelp reviews. Regardless of their sometimes brusque attitudes, I can attest to the fact that these guys are nice guys, and they obviously care deeply about the bikes they spend their days working and playing with.

“My life revolves around bikes. When I’m not fixing them I’m building them, and when I’m not building them I’m riding them,” says Ron. “It’s kind of depressing,” he jokes.

Patrick’s, Ron’s, and Alex’s passion for bikes is the opposite of depressing. It’s humbling, and it’s also inspiring. After talking to these experienced cyclists and mechanics, I’ve got more reason than ever to head to BICAS and learn how to take care of my own beautiful bike, which uncomplainingly gets me all over the city. (Note: a couple weeks after I talked with the Fair Wheels guys, I actually ended up taking my bike in… To get a flat fixed. Whoops! They were super nice about it, though!)

* Built the world’s lightest bike… Nbd.

 

 

street style: university

November 14, 2012 |

I spotted Portia, a hairdresser, while she was outside taking smoke break. I loved her nonchalant attitude and the small details that turned a plain, all-black uniform into something memorable: ripped (and cuffed!) jeans, an off-the-shoulder top, and a big pendant necklace. Her tattoos (so ubiquitous in Tucson—I love it) added a nice touch, too, as does her bold (but not overdone) eye makeup. (And, yes, she’s wearing flip flops. Sometimes, occasionally, flip-flops don’t suck. I’ve never claimed to be consistent! You might even call me a… flip-flopper… on the issue!*)

*I am so, so sorry. The puns! Aghhh, they’re terrible.

in pictures: the international wildlife museum

November 9, 2012 |

Aka the Dead Animals museum. Whatever. Let’s talk morality another day… For now, pictures! (FYI: this trip was part of Holly’s and my “Discover Tucson” series. It’s not really a Zócalo Hannah thing, but more of a hey-whaddayou-wanna-do-on-our-days-off thing. Part one was the M.T.D.E., part two was the un-reported-upon trip to the San Xavier Mission, and part three was [the practically un-reported-upon] All Souls Procession. Welcome to part four of many.)

Right off the bat, Holly and I were inspired to light-hearted gaity (a.k.a. idiotic photoshoots) beside this majestic beast that graces the entrance to the museum:

“What a treat! / greeted by the sight / of this majestic beast.” – Anon.

(After the lion, the next notable thing we were greeted by was a sign that informed us: “This is NOT the Desert Museum.” Duly noted.)

Then we learned about horns vs. antlers (as far as I remember, horns are bone covered in keratin, common to males and females alike, and they are not shed. Antlers are bone covered in velvet, aka skin; they are shed seasonally; found only on males; and they are larger on mature animals but grow smaller with age. Both horns and antlers are cool, though I personally have a soft spot for antlers.):

I really want to try to convey to you how confused the following display made me. It was in the “Mythological” section, which was pretty interesting stuff: displays of prehistoric bones (many from the Mediterranean region), along with explanations as to how the bones could’ve inspired myths about creatures like cyclopes and griffins. But the centaur was hilariously confusing because its explanation was not phrased in hypothetical language—it was phrased as fact. “This centaur was found… Confirms suspicions that centaurs were forced by humans into the mountains… Centaurs like to drink…” etc. Weird stuff. Entertaining. I believe in centaurs now.

This room was cray (yes, cray… I’m always afraid to—for instance—use “cray” in a text message because it will look like a typo. It’s not.):

Click to enlarge!

I will leave you, dear readers, with what is quite possibly the best advice Holly & I gleaned from our visit to the International Wildlife Museum: “Be a ferret.” Holly complied, I present her disappearing feet as evidence:

i’ll see you at: where i’ll be on election night!

November 5, 2012 |

So y’know how some people are all “the world’s gonna end if Romney gets elected!” and some people are all “the world’s gonna end on December 21st!” and people used to be all “Obama is the Messiah and will fix everything!” and other people still are all weirdly and endearingly optimistic about December 21st like are all, “there’s gonna be some chakra shift and feminine energy will flood the world and we’ll all move together to a higher plane” (no? Okay). Are you still with me? Did you have any idea that this post would turn into a plug for my favorite Tucson venue, Topaz?

Basically, I’ve decided that if Romney wins the election, then December 21st will spell death and destruction, and I’ll be one of the first to go because (a) I’ll be drunk when the apocolypse happens and (b—special three-in-one bonus) I don’t own a gun/have any survival skills/I’m basically blind without my glasses. BUT, if Obama wins… Maybe we’ll stand a chance.*

And now the plug: no matter who wins the election, I’ll see you at The Intelligence show at Topaz on election night, because um, no, I don’t want to sit in front of coroprate TV and watch the results come in. Because that’s boring, amirite?

* Okay, seriously. Politics in America are just so incredibly and pathetically messed up that the difference between Obama and Romney is at this point mostly symbolic, with a little bit of my reproductive rights thrown in. As I’ve said before, though, let’s get a beer and talk about politics in the USofA if you wanna hear my point of view, because in the public sphere I like to keep my opinions depoliticized to at least some degree. Oh, you want me to talk about Israel-Palestine? NO.

in pictures: all souls procession

November 5, 2012 |

(Click to zoom!) Left 2 Rite: Sarah as Dead, Calvin as Dead, me as Dead, Holly as Dead. We snapped a few photos before heading out into the crowds…

…And then my camera died.

 

 

in pictures: ozma atelier (+ street style bonus!)

November 3, 2012 |

On our way to BICAS, my friend Sarah and I passed by Ozma Atelier. Intrigued, we decided to stop in once we’d picked up a rental bike for Sarah. At Ozma we found owner Jane (looking absolutely fabulous) and a veritable treasure trove of designer and vintage clothes. There’s also a little gallery (aptly named Wee Gallery) ’round back featuring the work of several local artists. Feast your eyes below and be sure to stop by when you get the chance—perhaps tonight for Mykl Wells‘ art opening!

Sarah admiring the goods at Ozma (above).

One of Mykl Wells’ trippy paintings (above). Jane’s spectacular outfit and her amazing rings (below).

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

it’s a thing: skorts, pt. 1

October 29, 2012 |

You might remember skorts. You might not. Honestly, I don’t really care either way. All you need to know is: business in the front, party in the back (one of my friends made that mullet analogy… Jessie? It was a good one; I liked it).

So, skorts. They might not be coming back, but since hipsters are nuts I wouldn’t be surprised if they do. Honestly, I don’t really care either way. I bought two of them the other day. Holly found this vintage Levi’s skort (below) when we were thrifting at Value Village, and since she’s the best friend in the entire whole wide world she forced me to try it on. And now I own it (four bucks!).

FYI: the top is from Desert Vintage. Gonna interview Salima & Roberto of Desert Vintage sometime soon, because they are beautiful people and their shop is amazing! The shoes are Hasbeens. Expensive as (name-your-expletive), but ultimately a fantastic investment.

Business (kind of) in the front:

(Photo credit: Kyle Wasson)

Party in the back. (Maybe it’s the other way around. Maybe the beauty of skorts is that you can’t tell…):

(Photo credit: Kyle Wasson)

(Yup, I dressed like a garden today. Also, I bought Chakra/color therapy glasses, and my day has been awesome.)

in pictures: world margarita championship

October 29, 2012 |

Electoral systems in this country are just messed up, straight up. I mean, everyone knows that the electoral college is a silly relic that should be discarded, and, c’mon, can we not all agree that it is ridiculous that you can only vote for ONE margarita for the World Margarita Championship’s “People’s Choice” Award? Unable to choose between several top contenders (if you’re wondering: Agustín Brasserie, Acacia Real Foods & Cocktails, Kingfisher/Bluefin, and Marina Terra Resort & Spa), I did what any lazy/indecisive gal would do—I didn’t vote. (I promise I’ll be voting the Presidential election. But… If you wanna get a beer and hear me bitch about that election, let’s do it. I won’t bore you with my ranting for now, though. This is a post about margaritas, for God’s sake!)

So when the going gets tough, the tough get blogging.* Sure, I didn’t vote, but I took a few pictures that I’ll take this opportunity to subject you to. Take a gander, and I’ll ttylz.

Cushing Street Bar? Maybe, maybe not.

Along with bomb margaritas, Marina Terra Resort & Spa had this badass lady servin’ them up.

This is jambalaya or some shit from Bluefin Seafood Bistro. It was so super delicious that I died. (P.S. Mostly I just ate at the Margarita Championships. To be honest, a lot of the margaritas weren’t even that good. But the food was dank.)

More pretty & colorful margaritas.

More importantly: PUPUSAS.

And then I accosted a random woman and was all “Um sorry hi can I take a picture of you holding that taco?” Good times. Acacia Real Foods & Cocktails: good-ass tacos. The margaritas were tasty, too.

* Sorry; that was a stretch.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

interview: krysta + joel of TOPAZ

October 25, 2012 |

OK. This might just be me, but y’know those sort of projects—be they restaurants, artistic creations, street festivals, zombie poodles, what have you—that make you think, Wow, who the hell was cool (or crazy) enough not only to come up with this idea but actually pull it off?  Now, I’m not claiming they’re up there with Calexico or equals to Christo and Jeanne-Claude (yet) or that they’re half as genius as whoever discovered that putting Mentos in Diet Coke makes the whole thing explode, but Krysta and Joel—the couple behind Topaz—are pretty damn awesome.

(Photo credit: http://www.topaz-tundra.com/sample-page/)

In case you haven’t stumbled across it yet, Topaz is the unassuming-yet-totally-rad arts venue situated on a bare stretch of St. Mary’s Road just east of the freeway. I covered one of Topaz’s shows a while back, and earlier that same day I was lucky enough to get to sit down with Krysta and Joel for an interview. I was curious to find out what inspired the creation of an arts venue as eclectic and unique as Topaz. How did it all come together? I ask them. Krysta and Joel exchange glances and then Krysta explains, almost sheepishly: “It happened by accident, pretty much.” So the story goes: Krysta was looking for a studio where she could work on her photography, and Joel needed space to store the vintage clothing he collects (and now sells—on Topaz’s second floor, known as Zia Vintage). “It was only once we’d found this particular spot that we realized, Hey, we could do shows here,” says Krysta. “It was very much the physical space itself that inspired us.” As Topaz illustrates in its very existence, a willingness to embrace instability, random strokes of insight, and fortuitous accidents can be a spectacular asset.

They were enthusiastic, but Krysta and Joel weren’t sure what sort of reception Topaz would get in the Tucson arts scene. Accordingly, they were thrilled when they found “a lot of respect, no drama, no pressure,” explains Joel. “If we’d done shows and no one’d come, we would’ve done something different. But there was support from the start,” and lots of people were eager to collaborate.

“We think of Topaz as a creative platform, so we love it when people approach us with ideas. We don’t have an overarching vision,” Krysta explains. “Or, rather, our vision is open-ended.” Topaz is primarily a music venue at the present moment (with 100% of profits going to the bands they host), but Krysta and Joel foresee an expansion into more polished art shows, poetry readings, literary events, and film screenings, among other projects.

So if you’re one of the many people in Tucson who would love to see the art scene of this city thrive, check out Topaz. It’s one of those crazy/cool ideas come to fruition that can inspire and enrich us all. And don’t forget to check the Zocalo Hannah blog for more Topaz updates—I’ll be keeping them on my radar, for sure!