Why Everyone Suddenly Owns a Film Camera
The grain is the point. On nostalgia, scarcity, and the fourteen-dollar roll of Portra, and what a generation raised on infinite digital photos is really buying back.
The grain is the point. On nostalgia, scarcity, and the fourteen-dollar roll of Portra, and what a generation raised on infinite digital photos is really buying back.
The critics lost their expense accounts. The algorithm gained a palate. Between a vanishing institution and an indifferent aggregate, dinner hangs in the balance.
Records outsold CDs again, for the fourth year running. Most of what got pressed will never touch a turntable, and the supply chain was not built for this much demand.
You exit through it for a reason. On postcards, tote bags, and the souvenir theory of art: the gift shop isn't an afterthought to the museum experience, it's the argument the museum has been making all along.
Four thousand new cookbooks a year, and nobody is cooking from any of them. On the strange afterlife of the cookbook as a genre that has stopped being about cooking.