"Come on, just open up a web browser for me…"
We know a lot of things about a lot of things here at MoMA Library. But sometimes, materials escape even our vast knowledge:) Like this little scrap of paper found recently in our ephemera backlog. It quietly asks, “Come Here Often?”. It was addressed to curator Robert Storr in March 1992. Anyone out there in internet land know more? Is it a mail art project, zany invite, etc.? -ds
"Come here often?" she said, fiddling with the brown leather handles of her purse. She spoke so quietly her words flitted like little down feathers towards the marble floor, settling in between the stone’s grey veins.
He, sitting on a short bench positioned near a window for optimal enjoyment by the frequent elderly visitors, suddenly became very aware of his receding hairline, as if it were an unsightly insult to the slender woman in front of him. She, meanwhile, was hoping that the run in her stocking had not yet made itself too apparent.
He wasn’t quite sure how to respond. She had spoken so softly, braiding coyness, humor, and timidity into four delicate syllables. He opened his mouth, decided against it, ran a hand along his tie, opened his mouth once more, and starred intently at the very spot on the floor where her dove-feather words had nestled themselves. After a short time had passed without any note from the man, the woman became nervous.What a stupid thing to say, she thought, feeling her wordfeathers curl into crooked dried leaves. She dipped her head, trying her hardest to forget the whole encounter, and walked away.
The man’s shoulders slumped. He could feel his hairline receding further towards the crown of his head simply from embarrassment. But with a tender sigh, his scooped the the quiet words off of the floor, pressed them to a piece of paper, and slipped them inside of his coat.
You know, Peeta’s unconventional masculinity is as relevant for traditional gender subversion in The Hunger Games as Katniss’s unconventional femininity.
It’s a bit annoying to see everyone and their mother praising Katniss for being such a unique action female hero, and…
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Sigur Ros- Valtari
Anthropology collections room at The Field Museum.
"That Paris exists and anyone could choose to live anywhere else in the world will always be a mystery to me."
Paris does not look like this. Maybe it sort of does if you’re really lucky and it’s 6 pm on the first day of autumn and you squint really hard and you’ve had quelques verres du vin and you never ever ever leave Montmartre.
Largely, the places we love are myths.
Except for London. Because that place is awesome.