Meaghan and I just stumbled upon Open Air Modern, a sorta newly opened or maybe just newly relocated (it’s unclear) vintage book and furniture shop on Manhattan Avenue. They had a lot of books that were just about perfect, but I was as discerning as possible, leaving behind a beautiful copy of Nan Goldin’s The Other Side that I couldn’t afford. Anyway, the store is super cute, and the man behind the counter put a bookmark in each of my books (swoon*) and gave me a matchbook with the store’s number and website. I am highly recommending this place.
*Meaghan, that swoon was for you. I don’t tag my posts, but I’m slapping a swoon tag on this one for your cause.
Swoons on swoons at this place. The address was painted on the window in Futura, ok?
Every book was a Book I’ve Been Meaning to Read, to the point of overwhelming.
But I left with nothing, except this amazing realization,
“Holy hell look at this edition of the Rabbit series it’s so hottt but it’s missing Rabbit, Run. I don’t think I can do that to myself. See, there’s Rabbit, Redux, Rabbit, Remembered, Rabbit, is Rich and Rabbit, At Rest but it’s missing Rabbit, Run which is arguably the most important!!”
“Well, you could make it your life’s purpose to find that edition of Rabbit, Run. That might be nice.”
“Hm.”
“I mean, if you need more purpose in life.”
“I don’t.”
“Oh!”
“I’m all tapped out on Life Purpose, actually.”
“Okay, then!”
