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Oct. 30th, 2011 01:22 pmI have been to Rotofugi.
I decided to make the pilgrimage down there because despite generally disliking tchochkes, I find the figurines and figures they sell sort of entrancing, and I've never seen a store totally devoted to them before -- usually you just see them in art museum shops. Plus they have a nice little gallery, and I haven't really explored that neighborhood much.
The store itself is a great space and they make really good use of it; it's clean and uncluttered, lots of room to wander around in. Plus the prices are pretty reasonable, and the cashier was super-nice. I tend to be easily intimidated by trendy things because I am not trendy, myself, and I'm usually aware that people sense this, but I didn't feel out of place.
It was kind of strange, because I checked my bank balance this morning and my first paycheck for my new job came through -- less than I estimated but still far more than I was earning before. It occurred to me as I was looking at some of the art pieces in Rotofugi that I could buy something that was a piece of art simply because it was a piece of art, and put it on display somewhere. I'm likely not going to, but I was tempted to start saving for Pico & Wilshire -- which looks amazing in person, though I thought it was someone riding a mammoth and not someone trying to kill one, which kind of destroys the charm for me.
My only complaint, and I cannot believe I am saying this sentence outside my own head, was that I would like fewer zombie toys and more robot toys. Well, I like robots.
I ended up buying two "blind boxes" -- boxes from a series of toys where you know in a general sense what you'll get but not which specific toy. There's a sort of charm in Blind Boxes, the same way there is to Kinder Eggs, with much the same result. I've actually developed something of a reputation at work for having teeny tiny toys scattered all over the top of my filing cabinet.
I bought a Marshall marshmallow zipper-pull for my jacket (I got Sad Marshmallow, which seems an ill omen) and a Unicorno by Tokidoki. Gratifyingly, I got "Metallo", the coolest of all of them because he is, in fact, a robot unicorn.
Then I walked down to Fullerton, mostly window-shopping and checking out the new pubs that have opened up, and caught the train home. A nice Sunday outing, I thought.
I decided to make the pilgrimage down there because despite generally disliking tchochkes, I find the figurines and figures they sell sort of entrancing, and I've never seen a store totally devoted to them before -- usually you just see them in art museum shops. Plus they have a nice little gallery, and I haven't really explored that neighborhood much.
The store itself is a great space and they make really good use of it; it's clean and uncluttered, lots of room to wander around in. Plus the prices are pretty reasonable, and the cashier was super-nice. I tend to be easily intimidated by trendy things because I am not trendy, myself, and I'm usually aware that people sense this, but I didn't feel out of place.
It was kind of strange, because I checked my bank balance this morning and my first paycheck for my new job came through -- less than I estimated but still far more than I was earning before. It occurred to me as I was looking at some of the art pieces in Rotofugi that I could buy something that was a piece of art simply because it was a piece of art, and put it on display somewhere. I'm likely not going to, but I was tempted to start saving for Pico & Wilshire -- which looks amazing in person, though I thought it was someone riding a mammoth and not someone trying to kill one, which kind of destroys the charm for me.
My only complaint, and I cannot believe I am saying this sentence outside my own head, was that I would like fewer zombie toys and more robot toys. Well, I like robots.
I ended up buying two "blind boxes" -- boxes from a series of toys where you know in a general sense what you'll get but not which specific toy. There's a sort of charm in Blind Boxes, the same way there is to Kinder Eggs, with much the same result. I've actually developed something of a reputation at work for having teeny tiny toys scattered all over the top of my filing cabinet.
I bought a Marshall marshmallow zipper-pull for my jacket (I got Sad Marshmallow, which seems an ill omen) and a Unicorno by Tokidoki. Gratifyingly, I got "Metallo", the coolest of all of them because he is, in fact, a robot unicorn.
Then I walked down to Fullerton, mostly window-shopping and checking out the new pubs that have opened up, and caught the train home. A nice Sunday outing, I thought.
