About a year ago I was searching for an identity, a vision that would make me, me, at least in the eyes of others in terms of my work. Along the way, I found something more profound than a voice or an identity.
I found shopping.
I found the cheesy children’s toy department in Rite Aid Stores (Search for “toys” at the Rite Aid website and you get comprehensive listing of sex toys – search “children’s toys” and you get, of all things, vitamins first, then toys. I recommend that you just go there in person).
I found the mask store in Antigua, Guatemala on one of my bike tours.
I found the housewares and glassware departments in Macy’s with a 6-month return policy.
I discovered Sephora (just for props, honest).
Then there’s Petco and CB2 and Pearl River (which I thought had closed) and the fish-mongers in Chinatown and the rubber store on Canal Street and Muji and Pylones and Lush (love the soaps, hate the fragrance) and Bed Bath and Beyond and the Lighting and Beyond store on 14th Street and, and, and…