by Tim Girvin | Dec 14, 2006 | Diary
Seen by me, and the owl, see’in me. I was walking to a meeting, just off the strip, in Vegas. And wandering down a leafy corridor, saw this reference, to another world, another seeing. That re-minding sight. And it reminded me, of being somewhere else. But most...
by Tim Girvin | Dec 12, 2006 | Diary
Keep looking. When I first heard of this concept, MOSS | The store, I literally thought — wet creative. Marshes. Bogs. Gardening. Things like that. That was a long time ago. Well, ten years ago. And just before I’d learned about Murray Moss. Since his...
by Tim Girvin | Dec 11, 2006 | Diary
I was playing this game that used to be called bones. It was called that because it used them. Bones with little markings on them. Then it became dominos, something about dominance. Now this same game is called Mexican Train. What’s with that, anyway?...
by Tim Girvin | Dec 7, 2006 | Diary
I keep looking. Been here? This is one of those store concepts that makes sense, to the notions of mass and air and light > extravagances in scale of offerings. It’s big, open and has a sense of humor, but the underlying details are not surprising, per se....
by Tim Girvin | Dec 6, 2006 | Diary
Know about this? I keep looking around. This is a boarding brand — boards being skate and snow. More than shoes, obviously. http://www.dcshoes.com/home.asp Their website is relatively quiet, given the more radical character of their brand. And the store | story...
by Tim Girvin | Dec 4, 2006 | Diary
My little bird, there are things. And there are things. There are things that rattle deep, to the histories of pain, and there are others that are like pricking pokes, others that are searing hard and slicing to the bone. And there is pain. But to the contrary of the...
