The Out-There Artist

Chris Bogia opens the door and cranks up ’60s rock on the radio. He likes to listen to music when he works in his studio. The art he does — gluing bits of yarn onto his paintings — requires a steady hand and a mindless head. The space is small, but the walls stand tall. They are gallery white. The floors are gunmetal-grey cement, and the skeins of yarn are stored in clear plastic containers neatly stacked on top of each other in a loft-like partition that he reaches with a ladder. A nail serves as a coat hook, and…

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The Groomer Who’s Throwing in the Bone

For Camille Pisciotta, this is just like any other day, except that it isn’t. By the time she’s unlocked the gate at her Pampered Poodle Palace, her big blue eyes are tearing up. “I was never a wimp my entire life,” she says in apology. “You couldn’t get me to cry unless it was at my mother’s wake, but this has torn me up.” “This” refers to the fact that after 47 years, the Pampered Poodle Palace, which Camille raised from a puppy, is being forced to close. There’s a new landlord and a new, higher …

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The Soup-to-Nuts Storyteller

Espresso. Giuseppe Viterale never starts or ends the day without a cup of it. He fires up a little gas burner, spoons in the ground coffee and puts the aluminum one-cup pot atop the steady blue flame. “This is like a religious ritual for me,” he says. As the dark-chocolate drink begins leaking out like crude oil, Giuseppe pours a little into his glass teacup and mixes it with sugar until it has the fluffy froth of mocha mousse. “This is better than any fancy coffee machine,” he proclaims with passion. “You can use even the cheapest coffee. When you&…

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