A bountiful shopping trip at SCRAP this past weekend. Let’s see some of what I snagged…
Doll head, named Cindy (I think):
Curious George stationery:
Shakespearean insult magnet set:
And! this messenger bag made by Jonathan, who assembled it from pieces found at SCRAP:
SCRAP’s blog of fabulous finds in their store is here.
The Heritage Plaza, empty of people – as it is most of the time. I have more to say on this another time; I want to note that this photo shows the plaza mid-afternoon on a gorgeous day, and no one’s using it. So much energy and spirit went into creating the history markers in the plaza, and the city has warehoused them in a place no one wants to be.
Mercury Comet 404, built in 1964, parked in front of Ned Ludd. Here’s a story of a woman who drove her 1964 Comet for nearly fifty years until her eyesight was too poor, putting 576000 miles on the odometer.
The Comet’s trunk badge:
When I first arrived in Harlem, the fenced-off, overgrown empty lots here also attracted my eye… The empty lots… were a place for the eye to rest. This was not some romance for ruins. These blank, disavowed spaces had been labelled as blight, but they provided a visual and mental break from the clamor of the buildings and people. There was a hint of the horizon.
Here was solace from the crowded landscape – both the physical crowdedness of buildings and people and the crowd of stories and histories. A friend of mine describes certain cities as being full – too much has happened there, you cannot move… I suspect he’d say Harlem is another place that is too full – though its crowdedness and overpopulation have been discussed in other terms. In the empty lots, my mind escaped history.
–Sharifa Rhodes-Pitts, Harlem is Nowhere: A Journey to the Mecca of Black America