May 10th, 2010

Congratulations to the PUBLIC contest winners. We thought we’d share some of the winners below so you can see the diversity and creativity of entries.  And a huge thank you to everyone who entered. But first, the winners…

Grand Prize Winner, PUBLIC M3

Lauren Gerrie
New York City, New York
Chef. Artist. Observer.

1st Runner up

Brandi Adams
Washington, DC
Advisor. Reader. Believer in Good Design.

2nd Runner up

Curt Nickisch
Boston, Massachusetts
Radio journalist. Outdoorsman. Soccer fan.

3rd Runner up

Marisa Gaggino
Royal Oak, Michigan
Antique shop owner. Blogger. Detroit Lover.

Honorable Mention

Amanda Moon
Austin, Texas
Photographer. Furniture connoisseur. Bacon enthusiast

Don Stevenson
Charlottesville, Virginia
Editor. Family man. Treehouse idealist.

Mary Lucking
Phoenix, Arizona
Artist. Biker. Enigma.

Shawn Turner
Carmichael, California
Illustrator. Teacher. Swimmer.

Brandon Cole
Chicago, Illinois
Editor. Tuff. Cat-daddy.

Jim Ventosa
Baltimore, Maryland
Husband. Father. Nerd.

Jason Nifong
Lexington, North Carolina
Dad. Son. Cycling Enthusiast.

And now, the winning entries…

Lauren Gerrie

I am always early.
9th Street Espresso. Iced red eye.

You arrive. Introductions and firm handshakes are exchanged.

My iced beverage sits in a cup holder centered on the handlebars of my vintage burgundy Panasonic 10 speed.

We’re off.
Buying groceries for a dinner party my company, bigLITTLE Get Together, is hosting this evening.

Union Square Farmers Market: Ramps. Ronny Brook Butter. Fennel. Pears. Rooftop Honey

Bleeker Street between 6th and 7th Avenue.
Murray’s Cheese: Mascarpone.
Lobster Place: Mussels

First Avenue between 5th and 6th St.
Tinto Fino: Mar De Vinas Albariño. Muga Rosé

Houston between Orchard and Allen.
Russ & Daughters: Walnuts. Dried Strawberries

Avenue B between 2nd and 3rd Street.
Sigmund Pretzels: Classic Salt

3rd Street between Avenue C and D
My apartment.
Lock up.
Unload baskets.
Walk up six flights of stairs.
Unpack groceries and begin to make dinner.


Roasted Ramp Compound Butter with Soft Pretzels
Albariño Mussels with Fennel
Whipped Mascarpone with Black Pepper Poached Pears and Honey
Toasted Walnuts and Dried Strawberries paired with Rose

Brandi Adams
Washington, DC

Were you to come with me for a bike ride that could only last an hour, you might expect a whirlwind tour through Washington DC: a ride past at the Capitol building, a moment at the White House in the hopes of seeing the President himself, or a long ride around the reflecting pool on an early evening when cherry blossoms have fully bloomed, their pedals following your bike in a cotton candy stream.

No. I would take you to none of these places.

Instead, we would go to a little known part of town, Petworth, and ride east to quiet, stately grounds.  The guard at the gate would wave us in as we were just there to take in the landscape and green quiet of the Armed Forces Retirement Home.

During my first visit  I got lost walking the grounds and several retired soldiers stopped to talk and direct me on my way.

One gentleman said, “This would be easier if you weren’t on foot.”

I couldn’t help but agree. With a bike we could examine history through landscape, architecture and humanity with friendly avuncular men with stories that we would otherwise never hear.

Curt Nickisch
Boston, Massachusetts

We’d start where I live and pedal through the Arnold Arboretum, a swatch of rolling hills of exotic trees in Harvard’s care for 137 years.  Then we’d spin out and along Centre Street in Boston’s Jamaica Plain, a collection of urban neighborhoods whose Victorian tripledecker homes recall the history of this country neighborhood for old Boston.

This route swings us past the original Samuel Adams brewery and around to Jamaica Pond, the only natural pond in Suffolk County and the source of ice – and skating competitions – during the 1800s.

Then we’d coast down the bike path along the Emerald Necklace, a string of parks designed by the first landscape architect Frederick Olmsted, then past Fenway Park and on to the bike path that nudges the Charles River for miles.

We’d skirt the water along the Esplanade, pedaling easily with the breeze that pushes a flock of sailboats, around to where that ‘dirty water’ empties into the harbor and we can admire the Bunker Hill Monument over in Charleston, (where one of my ancestors gave his life in that battle for our great democracy).   Finally, we’d ride into the North End to savor a valedictory cannoli!

Marisa Gaggino
Royal Oak, Michigan

Detroit must be seen on bike to appreciate its fragile, tough beauty.  We would start at Eastern Market, a 100+ year old farmer’s market and head south to the Dequindre Cut, a newly paved bike path through what was once a rail line, the remains are covered in spectacular and changing graffiti. We head west along the Detroit Riverwalk, where enlightened leadership saw fit to make preserve the river as public asset instead of a wasteland.  First we have to weave through some of the oldest brick streets, lined with the remains of industrial facilities with names like Stroh’s and Packard, across the international waterway Hiram Walker in Windsor.  Landscaping is indigenous plants, morel mushrooms even! And benches! Now people can actually linger and watch the boats go by.  What a thing to see Detroiters smiling at one another. A quick trip along Jefferson leads us to Belle Isle, an island in the middle of the river, across a bridge we can see the elegant 20’s country club, boathouse, the magnificent beaux arts fountain, conservatory and aquarium. This is a migratory pattern and flying over our heads, are geese, ducks, and there’s swan and herons in the pond, deer nearby. Folks are fishing in the river and having huge family barbecues. The meadow’s up ahead, the city completely disappears, past a monument and at the end we look out to the river’s mouth and the vast sparkling waters of Lake St. Clair.