Last night Patrick brought the existence of Kinfolk to my attention, and needless to say, we spent the whole night watching their entire vimeo channel and making barfing/gagging sounds (instead of going to blowpony and feeling old and tired).
He was describing these graphic designers that all live in an apartment together, and how they think Kinfolk is like, the best thing in the whole world. I said, “What is that? What does that word mean?” Patrick did not understand that I was completely oblivious to… A LIFESTYLE MAGAZINE THAT FETISHIZES THE SIMULACRA OF THE PACIFIC NW TO AN EMBARRASSING DEGREE
I wanted to believe for a moment that it was really not from here. I was like - Patrick, how do we KNOW this is based in Portland? Yes, there is a waify white girl drinking tea out of a mason jar on a porch with chipped paint. Yes, she rides a quaint vintage bicycle in a rural setting. YES SHE MAKES AN AVOCADO SANDWICH ON HOMEMADE WHOLE WHEAT BREAD AND TIES IT UP IN BROWN PAPER AND BAKER’S TWINE.
For the love of god, please don’t make this really be from Portland
The cascade of hatred that I feel when she arrives in a meadow and she flies a kite, eats a berry, and jumps into a quarry lake could incinerate a thousand pairs of soaking wet cutoff shorts.
And yes: it is based in Portland
UGHHHHHHHHHH THE FUCKING FLYING PAPER LANTERNS ILLUMINATING THE YOUNG WHITE PEOPLE IN THE NIGHT
Thank you for ruining my life Patrick