Why are some people, especially tourists, and especially people who are NEVER going to actually buy anything, so profoundly brain dead that they can apparently neither read nor understand a simple direction? Nor are they able to control their obsessive desire to TOUCH EVERYTHING? What do they THINK a leather sofa’s going to feel like? Or a cast bronze sculpture? Is it really necessary to clink it with your ragged fingernail? You have to know what it SOUNDS like? And you just must knock your knuckles on a wooden tabletop? Are you two years old? Worse, are you from France? And let’s not get into what you’re wearing. Bloss must avert the eyes.
moss bureau blog is the covert gateway to the inner world of Moss Bureau. Behind the scenes, through the looking glass, up the down staircase, over the rainbow, all around the town. Our town. Our Town. We cover the bureau-front, from top to topless, stem to stern, sea to shining see. We open drawers and draw our own conclusions. The designers, the artists, the interns, friends and foes, clients and miscreants, consultants and co-defendants, the Fairs and the unfair, the good fight and the bad lieutenant, lies, truths, massive cover-ups, mitigating circumstances, plausible deniabilities. The undercooked and the overlooked. Wet-work, dry wall, the dog, the pony, the smoke and the mirrors. We look down the barrel, pull the trigger, and face the music. Fearless, feckless, and born to run. Sometimes a cigar really is just a cigar. Think different. It’s later than you think.
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