July 2017

January 29, 2026

This month I did a street fair. It was remotely fruitful, but it reminded me why I almost never do them.

Street fairs are a whole operation: you have to get a small truck, bring it to the space, unload everything, find a power source, set up with help, & even then you’re boxed into a tent working within tight constraints. You’re not just selling art, you’re managing logistics, boundaries, weather, & to some degree the mercy of whichever vendors set up next to you.

The community vibe is nice though. Local food vendors, neighborhood energy, people strolling around. It’s a different kind of New York.

I was next to a lemonade stand, & the juice wasn’t worth the squeeze.

Running around with my cart was slimmer. Less friction. More mobility. More spontaneity. More fun. The unorthodox nature of the cart created a stronger community vibe than any street fair ever could because it wasn’t manufactured, it was alive.

I maybe did two street fairs over the years for a reason. And honestly, it’s not exactly a great idea to set up a tent full of unique originals next to mass-produced bracelets & necklaces. Different universes. Different customers. Different energy.

This month was a reminder: the cart wasn’t just how I sold… it was the edge.