Oh Robert Mars, Robert Mars. Creating works that could sidle up alongside any Tarantino soundtrack and make me go back to tightrolling my cigarette pack in my sleeve. Muscle cars and angular design sing me a gentle ephemera lullaby. It’s better to look at the past and remember what they thought the future would be than it is to know what the future is like. Mars’ work helps me settle back into that hopefulness and idealism that used to be a part of the big, colorful, endless American Dream. They don’t make ‘em like they used to.
{ 2008 09 11 }
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