Mod Birds

I don’t remember exactly when or how Mike Andriola and I met, but I remember we hit it off straight away. A smart and talented digital designer, Mike cut his teeth at Turner Broadcasting’s Cartoon Network and helped launch Adult Swim. He worked on the 1996 Olympics and even lent his talent to a Super Bowl ad. Soon after he moved into new territory with the launch of his own business – Graffects – an award-winning motion / digital design company. And a few years later, in search of new adventures, Mike parted ways with his beloved family home in Atlanta’s Virginia-Highland, where we were neighbors, and headed West to be closer to family and set up shop in San Francisco. With new roots now firmly established in California, Mike got even more creative during the Pandemic and started designing and building whimsical birdhouses for family and friends. But these weren’t just any birdhouses… They’re based on classic mid-century architecture (from 1945-1970) and are mini recreations of some of the best designs of those decades.
“When I moved to California, I was surprised by the amount of wildlife inhabiting such urban areas. Deer, raccoons, opossums, coyotes, skunks and lots and lots of birds. While I’m certainly no bird expert, I do have a great love for mid-century modern architecture, which is plentiful in The Bay Area, and I wanted to create something fun to capture the whimsy and style of that period.”
Combining his love for all things mid-modern with interests in DIY and design, this summer Mike ‘hatched’ Mid-Mod-Bird, a collection of custom birdhouses now available for special order. Each house, made by hand, is based on classic period design and made from up-cycled, reclaimed wood and “oops” paint.
You can see all the colorful creations at MidModBird.com — and order soon if you’d like a gift ready by Christmas! (ps: pls tell Mike you heard about his houses here 🐦)

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Into the Light

A lovely and compelling essay on how a seasonal mindset can guide us through even the hardest times…
“When it is Summer in the Light, and Winter in the Shade.”
by Charlie Warzal
“At some point, winter will be back, whether I’m ready or not. But first, warmer days are ahead.”

Light in Montana (photos by C. D’Avanzo)

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Are you a two-sided southerner?

Two-Sided Southern…a place where an affinity for both cheese grits and caviar mean you have great taste.

A long time ago, in the early years of our PR firm, we had the great fortune to help launch a little (Charleston-based) magazine in Atlanta called skirt! And I remember meeting its new young editor, Stephanie Davis, for the first time over lunch in Decatur to talk about the project. An Atlanta native, Stephanie had just returned to the city to start her exciting new gig after working in magazine publishing in New York for several years. She was infectiously happy, smart and down-home true, and we hit it off immediately. Now, fast forwarding many years later, this writer/editor/mom is back in Atlanta again (yes, NYC had called her back for a second round) and she’s just launched a little venture called Two-Sided Southern.

From her first post, we were excited to see someone starting a venture that embraces both small- and big-town cultures…that talks about high- and low-brow things…and spotlights people who don’t necessarily have a hard and fast line between the two. And even better, this gave me a chance to reconnect with Steph to talk about these “two sides” a little bit more.

What inspired you to create Two-Sided Southern?

It had been on my heart for a while. I actually started the site back in April after the pandemic but chickened out on posting anything out into the world, which is unlike me. But I’ve always heard “do the thing that scares you the most.” During quarantine I had time to reflect because life had slowed down so much and I got contemplative about what I started out really loving about being in magazines and a writer. The voice inside said “sharing stories and connecting with people.” I had been missing the personal essay writing I used to do at skirt! magazine back in the day. So I decided what I love to talk about is exciting culture, food, people, style… but also all the kind of everyday Southern things I love too… How do you combine luxury experiences with down-home Southern experiences as well?

You grew up in the South, lived and worked in NYC…twice, I believe…and now you’re back in Atlanta. Do you think you’re here to stay? 😊

I plead the fifth! I feel lucky that we got out of Manhattan about 7 months before the pandemic hit, but there are definitely days I miss it. I am hoping when my kids go off to college my husband and I can get a little apartment up there and spend maybe spring and fall going to museums, eating in sidewalk cafes and people watching. Spending summer and winter in Atlanta and the rest of the year in NYC? Now that would definitely be Two-Sided Southern!

What’s your latest ‘High Brow’ tip?

I love to pair the high and the low together in my posts. So I just wrote a piece about how every time I go to a fancy restaurant (in this case, it was Lazy Betty in Atlanta) then I make plans to go to a dive bar afterward. I do it all the time. So after Lazy Betty, I had been dying to try Lloyd’s Restaurant and Bar which looks like something out of 1975. Whenever I go to Cooks & Soldiers, I’ll hit up Northside Tavern afterward. Same with New York. We’d go to Manahatta or Augustine in New York and then hit up Stone Street afterward. When I posted it, one reader said “I’m Five Star and Dive Bar!” I love that. It encapsulates Two-Sided Southern completely.

And ‘Low Brow’?

I’m about to post something about how stylish southerners can be and how they can pair a handmade leather purse they found at a country store with a Balmain sweater and not think twice about it. Or a pair of stylish one-of-a-kind cowboy boots at the horse and feed store on their way out to the farm with a pair of Derek Lam pants. There’s no pretense or dressing head-to-toe in labels.

Why do you think Southerners are particularly adept at straddling the fence between two cultures, as it were?

I think many Southerners are more cosmopolitan than we think. Even if they are living on a rural farm, out in the marshes of the coast or have a cabin in the mountains, you’ll find out they are well-traveled and interested in learning more about people. Southerners are inherently friendly and curious so when we go out into the world we want to talk to you and get tips on where to go, what to do, find out what you’re wearing. So while they are comfortable at a fish fry or a low country boil with newspaper for tablecloths, Southerners can also charm a maître d’ at the finest restaurant in town. C’mon, have you ever seen one of those loud Southerners at a fancy restaurant just playing it up for the wait staff and the diners all around them? Making them laugh or smile with all their banter? I love to see it. Especially when you’re in Chicago, LA or New York where they aren’t used to all that charm. Those same people are holding court at a backyard BBQ too.

Where do you hope to see Two-Sided Southern in 5 years, if not sooner?

I truly am doing it for fun with no expectations. Luckily, I’ve had many friends and DMs from strangers reach out and say it resonates with them and that was what I was after. I wanted someone to say “Me too!” or “That’s me!” That is the reward in it for me. The fear of pushing the post button and no one “getting it” was what was stopping me in the beginning. So the more it resonates, the more I’m going to do it. I had one acquaintance reach out and say, “When are you doing something on deviled eggs?” and I knew I was onto something.

Follow Stephanie and her two Southern Sides on Instagram.

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Stranger Things – Southern Edition

Our friend Marleah and her pal Patrice started a podcast. And the second we heard the subject matter, we were in! If you love good storytelling and are looking for a funky, uniquely Southern hub that talks about some of our region’s own “stranger things,” then The Strange South Podcast is for you. One fan called it “a haunted chicken coop for your soul.”

Sample stories shared so far…

Sweet Snake Serenity (live from Podx in Nashville)

The Devil’s Horses

The Mysteries of Bear Creek Swamp

Dead Under the Bed

The Outlaw Mummy Hazel Farris

Please tell them the D’Avanzos sent ya. 😉

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At Heart, A Rural Poet

Writer Donald Hall, who served as Poet Laureate of the U.S. in 2006, passed away last Saturday at the age of 89.

The Poetry Foundation says his poetry “explores the longing for a more bucolic past and reflects [his] abiding reverence for nature.” A prolific creator, Mr. Hall also wrote works of fiction, essays, plays and children’s books including the Ox-Cart Man which won the Caldecott Medal in 1979.  In 2010 he received the National Medal of Arts.

He retreated to his family land — Eagle Pond Farm — in a small New Hampshire town, where he spent over 40 decades living, writing, reflecting. The farmhouse was his “Muse,” said the New York Times in a 2006 profile.

In tribute to this giant among poets, here’s Mr. Hall’s masterpiece, Names of Horses.

Names of Horses

All winter your brute shoulders strained against collars, padding
and steerhide over the ash hames, to haul
sledges of cordwood for drying through spring and summer,
for the Glenwood stove next winter, and for the simmering range.

In April you pulled cartloads of manure to spread on the fields,
dark manure of Holsteins, and knobs of your own clustered with oats.
All summer you mowed the grass in meadow and hayfield, the mowing machine
clacketing beside you, while the sun walked high in the morning;

and after noon’s heat, you pulled a clawed rake through the same acres,
gathering stacks, and dragged the wagon from stack to stack,
and the built hayrack back, uphill to the chaffy barn,
three loads of hay a day from standing grass in the morning.

Sundays you trotted the two miles to church with the light load
a leather quartertop buggy, and grazed in the sound of hymns.
Generation on generation, your neck rubbed the windowsill
of the stall, smoothing the wood as the sea smooths glass.

When you were old and lame, when your shoulders hurt bending to graze,
one October the man, who fed you and kept you, and harnessed you every morning,
led you through corn stubble to sandy ground above Eagle Pond,
and dug a hole beside you where you stood shuddering in your skin,

and lay the shotgun’s muzzle in the boneless hollow behind your ear,
and fired the slug into your brain, and felled you into your grave,
shoveling sand to cover you, setting goldenrod upright above you,
where by next summer a dent in the ground made your monument.

For a hundred and fifty years, in the Pasture of dead horses,
roots of pine trees pushed through the pale curves of your ribs,
yellow blossoms flourished above you in autumn, and in winter
frost heaved your bones in the ground – old toilers, soil makers:

O Roger, Mackerel, Riley, Ned, Nellie, Chester, Lady Ghost.

by Donald Hall

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