"Visually astounding. A working model for post-apocalyptic capitalism."
So says a reviewer of my absolute favorite childhood haunt, to which I took my wife and kids today — Super Flea & Farmers Mkt. I can't beat the reviewer's description:
- Small spaces in a gigantic former warehouse are rented to vendors selling a remarkably useless variety of stuff, most of it well past the point of being utter junk. Vendors mark off their bleak grey spaces using chain-link fencing, old doors, novelty blankets and emergency blue plastic tarp, hoarding broken happy meal toys, hubcaps, chipped glassware, live rabbits in overcrowded cages, dust covered dream catchers, juice drink-stained used NES games, thoroughly wanked-over Playboys and photographs of celebrities long forgotten. A must see if you're into simulated trauma.