New York, NY
The opening of a new restaurant, at one time, was a cause for celebration. Therein, a brief break from the mundanity of everyday life in the form of some ceviche or something. Later, or from another perspective, it was an event to view with foreboding. Each new cafe an outpost for the advance parties, or an omen indicating the next neighborhood in line for colonization by the brunch crowds, their kombucha, their overpriced lifestyles, their stupid hair.
See also: Taylor Slow
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Releases:
TRROO6 Wrong Place At Wrong Time[9.04.20] – “Fuck Dallas BBQ” | “Dug Up Proust“
