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Truly shameless - A little less than a happy high
komos
komos
Truly shameless
For those of you who are interested and not otherwise following the communities, I've just done a couple of image dumps on 7shots and ghost_signs. Both communities are sadly underused - I'm still three shots behind in 7shots thanks to another long periodic hiatus - but I think they're still worth checking out.

Incidentally, while I was on Canal Street today, I saw workman on a suspended scaffold who were in the process of scouring a ghost sign that read "SLIPKNOT" from the side of a building. I was standing there watching the piece being erased, and it served as a very immediate reminder of why I've taken an interest in these things. Basically, these signs are in the process of disappearing, and although the community is, at best, the barest attempt at a preservation effort, it seems important. I'd love to see your work there too.

That's all for now. For those who asked, your questions have been fed to the Info Tube. I'm sure answers will be forthcoming soon.
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schizohedron From: schizohedron Date: September 23rd, 2006 04:49 pm (UTC) (Link)

Pinking shears over Chelsea

Your post came up on the same day I stumbled across one of these fading signs here while taking a walk around my workplace's neighborhood. I "got lost" while on the way to the local post office — it was a crummy week, and the feel and smell of autumn in the air pulled me astray. I was confronted with this large ad for small-scale cutlery.

In digging further into Frank Jump's online exhibit, I recognized another one: I remember passing this OIL sign from the back seat of my parents' car as we visited my grandparents in the Bronx on weekends.

Forgotten New York has a trove of old signage, architectural features, and transit treasures from ages past — worth a look if you haven't checked it out before, possibly through the Ghost Signs group. Watching elements of a past already old at my birth fading further summons an echoing sadness . . . one that I suspect is shared by fewer people as each year passes.

The sense of preservation you cite in your post led me to buy a manual typewriter some years ago at an antique sale in town. I feel like I offered it sancutary.
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