(See the wide screen version here.)
Marginal Existence tells the story of his parents’ threadbare, but happy times in the early 1980s on the lower east side—Allen Street, to be precise. I love how he’s envisioned the place, based entirely on his recollections of our descriptions. Stories & anecdotes that we’ve probably told him too many times are cataloged here into a sort of storybook mythology…
- the time I had the dog off the leash and—alarmed by the noise of the gate coming down—he bit the owner of the liquor store as he has closing up. (Thank you for not suing!)
- Debby making her casts of pig heads (purchased at the butcher on Stanton Street)
- her coming out of our front door and spooking Keith Haring, doing graffiti on the other side of the door (Note the eyeglasses.)
- the burglar (who we actually interrupted trying to break into the liquor store and who left behind a hammer that we still use today)
What has any of this to do with packaging? Well, you can be pretty sure there was packaging in our kitchen and in our fridge. (Jolly Time pop corn and Brown Cow yogurt, come to mind.) And check out those bottles downstairs in the liquor store…
And about those fireworks at the end: I remember after one particularly incendiary holiday (4th of July or something) taking our very nervous dog on a walk with the street completely awash in red paper from exploded Black Cat firecrackers.
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*Check out his most recent animation here.