Heaven’s in the backseat of my Cadillac

Photo/rocketvox

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The Revenge takes his editing prowess to Hot Chocolate.

Maayan Nidam played this on New Year’s and I remember being just floored.

Sean tells me that I likely heard this a lot this past summer, at Sunday Best, though this was the first time it really resonated. Maybe something about New Year’s’ll do that.

KRL

404 ERRoR

Ed Ruscha, for your error.

Grippage Slippage

“Strolling through the aisles of the Supermarket you might think that our species was cursed with fingerless mitts instead of hands. The shelves are an eco-system of plastic ridges, fins and nubs resolutely devoted to the promotion of grippage and the eradication of slippage. Apparently men are particularly afflicted with the inability to grip: the more masculine a product’s target consumer, the more layers of ridges and grippers it contains. The faux-ergonomic flourishes on shaving razors could make them serviceable for a walrus.”

There are better photos to illustrate the above point at the link below, though I doubt the point needs much illustration. I simply liked that photo best.

Lost in the supermarket/Design Observer

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Broken Apple

Photo/basic_sounds

My machine is physically unwell. I think there’s a cable loose. I get vertical lines derivative of the foreground colors that happen to be on the screen. They look like snd’s A/Visions from Mutek 10.

I have some things I’ve been meaning to put up, but haven’t due to this issue. Hopefully soon.

Leon

Thank you Rita

Iloveyousomuch

I had no idea this happened.

See you in the nineties.

Brady to Moss

The backdrop here is nice. Strange not to see any fans. If the uniforms weren’t so shiny this might look much older.

Never a bad thing when Brady and Moss connect, and it hasn’t happened enough lately. I think today re-established that.

Hounds

If I ever stop living in a city, I would like to have two like these. And one as below.

Only two years old. Incredible.

Saw two in Cooper Square yesterday. Stopped in awe for a few moments, but I couldn’t imagine having a wolfhound in Manhattan.