Ten years ago, when artist and designer Clark Hipolito refurbished and painted a classic “egg” surfboard he bought for $70, people “on the line” waiting for waves began to ask him to work on their own boards. Now, having applied his creativity to hundreds of boards — adding touches like quotes, photographs on rice paper, and classic wood grains you’ll recall from the “Surfin’ Safari” days of The Beach Boys — Hipolito has done the same with guitars and skateboards. In a 12-by-12 home studio (as well as a larger studio off-site), with acrylic paint, epoxy, resin, and “lots and lots of sanders,” he transforms white fiberglass slabs into art that’s seaworthy enough for hanging 10. Most folks, though, hang them on their walls.
Hipolito is also a muralist: Find his work at the Five Points intersection and outside Lincoln Theatre, both in Raleigh. See more of Hipolito’s work at art-company.com.
In North Carolina, spring brings the scent of fresh-cut grass and memories of helping Dad mow the lawn.
Nostalgic burger joints are like time machines, delivering something extra special that keeps us coming back.
This tiny city block in downtown Greensboro once had a gigantic reputation. Not so much for its charbroiled beef patties — though they, too, were plentiful — but for its colorful characters and their wild shenanigans.
In the 1950s, as Americans hit freshly paved roads in shiny new cars during the postwar boom, a new kind of restaurant took shape: the drive-in. From those first thin patties to the elaborate gourmet hamburgers of today, North Carolina has spent the past 80 years making burger history.
