Hey, Philly: How about a lesson in perspective? Artist Scott Albrecht isn’t interested in the moving parts that sway them, those stimulating variables we unwittingly absorb; he’s interested in how we exert them as members of a sentient community.
This is to my generation, to the crowd of people that contributed to the biggest vinyl boom since 1988. This is to the people that bought a new record player from American Apparel because it was cheap and it comes with the Lana Del Rey record (one of your favorites I know).
It hasn't even been fifty days, and yet it feels like a timeless nightmare. When did it start? How does it end? Why is every moment saturated in an intrigue unfamiliar to the regular everyday schemes of government being government?