"What can we expect from a designer who’s store looks like a busted Greek diner from the outside with an interior that picks up Egyptian style in a way that’s reminiscent of the Cheesecake Factory?"
mustshare asked: I hate that your haul got taken/trashed. Offering my condolences. Ugh that fumes me every time I think of it
Appreciate it. CAB was still amazing and no harebrained housekeeper can change that. Having to deal with the looks of confusion from six staff members, including the head of security, at a nice ass hotel in Downtown Brooklyn as you tell them they threw away hundred of dollars of “comic books” is something I could’ve done without. The whole situation had so many layers of ball-dropping and miscommunication between departments I’m still not entirely sure of what happened to my books and why. The only excuse we got was that they were mistaken for “magazines.” This is also after the fact that the room was still reserved by me and had a do not disturb sign on the door. After having to tell the same story to the said six employees over the course of an hour, two books just happened to be found behind the desk: Heather Benjamin’s Exorcise Book and Tanino Liberatore’s Plasmando Riplasmando. Benjamin’s book has the very accurate warning of “Not for the Timid” on the cover accompanied by one of her whip-wielding, fluid-covered ladies. Liberatore’s book gives no such warning and is fronted by a topless, hairless, Grace Jones-looking woman wearing sunglasses, lace pants, and a suggestive strap across her chest. The back cover is a pin-up of Ranxerox and I guess some kind of red-haired version of Lubna? Whoever the girl character is, she is quite young, topless, and seemingly caught in a struggle with Ranx as her lifts her over his head. So yeah, the two books that were mysteriously not trashed were pretty much the most deviant, pornographic (and obviously awesome which is why we bought them) books we got from CAB. It took me a while to shake the idea after having those two books handed back to us that we were just waiting for the vice squad to bust down our door and take us away. Whatever the real story is, I’m pretty solid on the idea that whoever mistakenly cleaned the room to begin with was so morally outraged at what the found they took it upon themselves to trash it. Or maybe someone stole a whole lot of great comics, who knows.