Where the Wild Hipsters Are
WATCH THIS, SOOO funny. i died.
hahhaha
“Whatever… conformist.”
In the world I see - you are stalking elk through the damp canyon forests around the ruins of Rockefeller Center. You’ll wear leather clothes that will last you the rest of your life. You’ll climb the wrist-thick kudzu vines that wrap the Sears Tower. And when you look down, you’ll see tiny figures pounding corn, laying strips of venison on the empty car pool lane of some abandoned superhighway.
ma’am - for the record you post some pretty damn good stuff.
defrocking your books
it took me until pretty late in life to realise that book covers, by and large, are tacky and more or less useless. using them to keep dust from your books is akin to using neon plastic to preserve your furniture.
there are surprises in store for the adventurous defrocker of a hardback book…gold and silver foil stamping! linen! typography! earthtones! what’s more: since the binding of books has been more or less standardised over the last 3.2 million years, the dan brown bestseller that you bought yesterday will harmonise with your grandmother’s edition of fanny hill when they are both naked together on your bookshelf.
added bonus: you can upcycle your discarded covers into fashionable outerwear!
more unsolicited advice on how to arrange your bookshelf can be found here.
I wished to come here and say that I am a man who does not exist for others.
