A friend of mine had a new roommate who was in the Japanese antique game. Somebody asked how he fell into that line of work. After some quiet deliberation and a couple strokes of his scraggly meth beard he replied ‘serendipity’. ‘Everything happens for a reason. ‘This could be a sign.’ I just wish Javier Bardem would swoop down and with that paradoxically hateful and indifferent voice say You have no Idea what you’re talking about.
Or at least that’s what I thought until I saw the following. Stick with me. There were two women driving in opposite directions and as they passed you could see that the two, in a stroke of pack culture atavism, chose one kind of fabric for two very different purposes. One chose it for her seat covers, the other for her blouse. Smashing. In passing there was a moment where they were one, a chimera of bad taste just aching to fuck up my walk to Stater Brothers. Not only were these ladies gorgeous, but they made me think. They made me think.