new digs (or squatting in a brooklyn park).

day two of renegade brooklyn, we found a new place to set up. yesterday's digs were a bit too dusty for us to deal with. these are the challenges that face outdoor shows; in the process of doing layout, it is nearly impossible to tell what spots will be in a dirt pile, or by a buggy shrub. speaking of shrubs, you may notice that our new set-up juts out. that is because there was a small tree behind us. i love this spot, though. cramming ourselves in here made this strip of the fair feel like a little village. and we got to visit with our friends from bettula.

i did not find too much time for browsing today. fighting the grime off our my stuff, chatting with people and drinking copious amounts of water took up most of my time. after the small explosion of rain and wind passed through (far less than expected), i did manage to take a walk around. based on the detritus strewn throughout the park, it seems that areas outside of some little patches like our new village were much more violently terrorized by the wind. the craftermath of these shows always gets to me - all the junk leftover and abandoned - but new yorkers have a way of absoring and using it immediately. plus, that boy below pulling a branch apart made me feel hopeful about our post-apocalyptic future in general.

but back to the point: among the vendors who stuck it out to renegade's sunny and warm conclusion, i found the totally lovely booth of miniature rhino. someone had asked at our booth about a woman typing letters, and our fancies were immediate piqued. i am so glad i happened up jessica at the end of the day. the sense of kindred outlook was palpable (although i find her aesthetic much cleaner than my own and she brings more bespoke work to fairs). check it:

over on that end of the park, the fair closed out with a country guitar/african drumming sing-along. i now understand that that is how all craft fairs should end.