not a lie

sexpigeon:

The Brooklyn Flea is without surprises. A good place to buy a mug with a fox on it, or a handsome old map of the city, or to see a single issue of Avant Garde displayed on a rough-hewn end table. These are handsome things and the market for them is proven. The men who run the Brooklyn Flea ensure that this is the case: this market is very much a curated experience, absent grotesqueries, rust, dust, anything that needs fixing, anything charitably half-crappy.

It’s fine to come here every now and again and be reminded of what it is that an upwardly-mobile city person like yourself is supposed to appreciate. We are still buying single pieces of metal type, it turns out. Good to know that, good to check in.

This is for all you new New Yorkers, never give up fixing things.