Wednesday, 25 April 2012

CHICAGO

HERE, STANDING BESIDE ANISH KAPOOR'S 'CLOUD GATE,' I SAW A BIG FAT UNIT WEARING A T-SHIRT BEARING THE NAME "IDAHO POTATO MUSEUM." HE LOOKED LIKE ONE OF THE EXHIBITS :/
CHILL OUT, OK. It's the plastic display model. In any case, I'm still labouring under the CHEW AND SPIT approach to shift those pounds.
AMISH ACTION IN THE SEARS TOWER. Standard. I found it to be a very holy place.110 floors closer to god . All the Jesus name key fobs had sold out in the gift shop (Jill, Jimmy and Joe still remained) AND there was a year-round Christmas tree displaying lovely little glittery ornaments for sale, shaped like such things as slices of deep-pan pizza and packets of fries. When in Rome, and all that. You can also buy beef jerky on the 110th floor which is, you know, kind of reassuring.
HIGH-RISE PRISON (NO, NOT THE HOLIDAY INN):
HERE, IN THE PARKING LOT OF TASTY DOG, WEARING RAF SIMONS AND RICK OWENS, I HAD A MOMENT OF SUBURBAN TEENAGE ANGST.
OH SNAP.
Apparently Tavi lives in this neighbourhood, the same one where all the Frank Lloyd Wright houses are to be found, and groups of tourists peer in through people's windows TO SEE THE ARCHITECTURE, OK. These immaculate suburbs are also the spiritual home of the bored housewife, who starts drinking cocktails from the 1950s trolley at 10 in the morning, while popping prescription meds all day and getting off with the gardener. IN OTHER WORDS, PERFECTION.
OI! DRIVER! Pull over, would you. I'm running low on barbiturates.
Nice merchandising: Disney slut nail extensions for kids in front of the beef jerky. Someone at Walgreens appreciates the subversive. I approve.
Flew straight from Chicago to Belgium for the RAF SIMONS sample sale, on which A BLOG POST IS TO COME SOON.
Also, if you're going to Chicago, the Peninsula Hotel is p e r f e c t i o n.