Kosher Eucharist / יוקאריסט כשר

I was watching the Godfather tonight, and something struck me. During the scene immediately preceding his ill-fated meeting with Sollozzo and Tattaglia, Luca Brasi walks purposefully through the hallways and into the bar of a building whose subtly-lit interior oozes Art Deco from every panel and molding. And I almost cried because they don’t make buildings, or anything else, like that anymore. We’ll never have another Chrysler Building or American International Building, never another beat Hot Meals-Sandwiches-Pastries-Pies automat (except for this pink piece of kawaii novelty Village shit), never another Chrysler Airflow, never another Ronson Banjo lighter.

What do we get instead? Blocks. Angles. Jagged peaks. Bare walls. The Freedom Tower. Moshe damnmothercuntfucking Safdie.

Chris and I want enough money to build a De Stijl house and an Art Deco bar in which we can cloister ourselves so we never have to suffer a postwar aesthetic again. Goddammit.