Ragtag grab-bag
While I’m tempted to just repost every single image from My Daguerreotype Boyfriend, I’ll show some restraint and just make this one choice and urge you follow along the site itself. Or, if this sort of thing resonates with you, you might consider picking up Leftover Beefcake, the latest Pink Mini. This sort of thing is certainly right up my alley.
I’ve been doing a lot of housekeeping in the archives lately — republishing old stuff, cleaning up code, integrating stuff from my Tumblr blogs — and I keep seeing old things that remind me how little certain things have improved. Here’s one that I could have written at almost any point during the decade since I first wrote it. Sigh. So little progress.
[InAisce, via the Fashionisto]
A decade ago, which is essentially a lifetime ago, the New York Times had a web-only site about living in New York, and featured me in a weekly column about homes/apartments in the city. While I’m impressed that the article and accompanying slideshow are still online, I’m making an effort to gather up things like this and store them here for posterity, just in case.
[To be honest, I’m also just having a bout of nostalgia for the days when I lived alone an had a lot of space to myself for gathering treasure and doing cool stuff.]
So let’s take a little wistful trip down memory lane, past all the awful (and occasionally lovely) things that have happened since then.