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I stumbled upon this relic in a nameless California town I forgot the name of, probably because thrift shops are like existential quicksand. It’s the perfect prop for those friend-argument moments, an almost absurd metaphor for dismantling our emotional walls between us. Plus, its sheer randomness guarantees everyone will question your sanity rather than the sentiment. 💯💯💯💯
Aug 3, 2024
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First saw this on the window at a thrift store in Chicago, it wasn’t for sale, it was just a reminder for everyone walking by. Quit the individualism mindset, we need each other.
Jan 20, 2025
Jul 4, 2024
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a strange little wordpress site chronicling all of the businesses that have closed in my hometown, but it could really be about anyone's hometown. call me crazy but scrolling the posts is always a weirdly emotional experience... it's the failed promise of the american dream laid bare, a time capsule of suburban decay. it makes me wonder what it means for one guy to spend 15 years religiously documenting these closures.
some of the photos are just unbelievable. the "need money now?" shadow cast on the wall of an empty payday loan store. the desiccated plant still in it's pot at the dry cleaners (a sign that reads "fresh as a flower" barely visible in the background).
very heady stuff.
Dec 8, 2023
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This could be one of those rare things that – somehow – reminds you who you are, or who you used to be, those parts you thought were gone. (And trust me, there will be threads. So many threads.) I’ve learned, too, that there are whole stretches of life where you’ve been a stranger to yourself for so long that admitting it feels terrifying, insane even. But without that one thing to confess to, to get honest with – to untangle the mess of ordinary, maddening thoughts – you might never know what’s actually there, buried under the static.
Nov 14, 2024
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Taking your time to increase the quality of what you are doing will improve almost every activity or outcome.
Dec 26, 2023
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Since I'm not actuality as naive as I sounded for the Gardner Museum recommendation. I stand by the fact that art more and more as I get older feels nothing more than secure asset for wealthy people to launder their money in. Jeff Koon's to me feels like the purest realization of this mix of banality, cringe, and decadence neoliberal pop art as someone who went to art school but made their money working as a financial broker on Wall Street. His success comes in selling one of the highest priced pieces at an art auction. He likely observed some market and artistic realism early on observing the overlapping and opposing values of his mom, an interior decorator and his dad a furniture dealer.
Aug 23, 2023