I don’t think I was ever particularly interested in cards before my stint in the casino. That quickly lead to reading everything I could about them, realising I just didn’t have the patience or dexterity for magic and ultimately settling back to appreciate those who did.
I don’t often think about this stuff, but an article about Ricky Jay popped up on longform today, and (as usual) I greatly enjoyed reading about him.
Ricky Jay is probably my favourite magician, because he earns the title magician rather than conjurer or sleight of hand artist. I only have a couple of his books, but I have huge respect for his complete understanding, interest and approach to what he does. He really should be a lot better known than he is.
I could watch his videos for hours, but here are a couple of quick favourites:
Ignoring the fashion for a moment, I don’t know how he does it and I really don’t care. I’m just delighted to watch him do it.
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It’s early afternoon in the spring of 1975. A young man with
shoulder-length blond hair and wire-rim glasses walks into a
Porsche dealership in Mid-town Manhattan. He’s wearing torn jeans,
basketball shoes and his old high school jacket, and he’s staring
at a red 911 Targa.
“I think I want that car,” he says. The salesman ignores him.
“No, really, I’ll take it,” he says. “And I’ll pay cash.”
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