Are you a stuff person? Or are you one of those minimalists? Do you save concert tickets, buy records and magazines, keep weird boxes and rip out articles and put them on your wall? Have you moved many residences with all these belongings, keeping the heaviest hitters of singles, books and crap?
I am a stuff person. I’m always squirreling things away, tucking the menu into a bag, palming an extra matchbook, I love a good coaster, a keepsake, a notion, a talisman. I like to buy postcards from museum gift shops, they’re my little affordable, portable, personal art. I also love to get the good stamps from the post office, you know what I’m talking about—Toni Morrison, Harvey Milk, Sally Ride, Ruth Asawa, Jimi Hendrix, the Total Eclipse of the Sun stamp! They push the same buttons as set lists, show posters, and menus.
If you are a minimalist, you don’t understand such things, and I can’t intentionally assist you but you can try to walk in my ephemera-filled footsteps in the sand. I keep too many t-shirts, because I have also lost too many t-shirts. I’m jealous of the people who manage to keep their concert tickets, mine probably ended up used as a bookmark. If you’re around when I die, attend the estate sale or help whomever is cleaning out my life. There is bound to be a misplaced roll of cash in a beer koozie and an envelope between some records. It has happened before. I’m a great keeper of things, but not so strong at organizing.
These three pieces of paper are taped up on the wall of the office. The item on the left is from the Noah Davis painting show at the Zwirner gallery in February 2020. This was the last art show I saw before lockdown. My MO for art is see it the second to last or last day of the show. You call it procrastination. I call it process. Noah Davis is an American painter who tragically died from a rare cancer at the age of 32. He and his wife sculptor Karon Om Vereen-Davis founded the artist-run Underground Museum in a working class neighborhood in LA. I went by myself and was really moved by the work. I didn’t know anything about Davis or the Underground Museum.
The picture in the middle is the outside of legendary bar Jimmy’s Corner, located in Times Square/Hell’s Kitchen. I ripped this picture out of the paper and taped it up on the wall five years ago during shutdown. The bar owner, Jimmy Glenn, had just died of complications from COVID. Glenn was a boxer, trainer, corner man and gym owner, every inch of every wall is covered in boxing memorabilia. The music on the CD jukebox is great, the drinks are cheap, the bathrooms work and are clean enough. His son took over ownership when his father passed. I pray this place is landmarked.
I took this menu from Grand Central Oyster Bar on December 18, 2019, I met my friend Annaliese there. Grand Central Oyster Bar is the train station of the same name, a place that always delivers a very New York feel, romance, history and design mingled together. The workers are unionized. The former owner, Jerome Brody, sold the business in 1999 to the staff to preserve the union, so non-union, managerial staff are part of the Employee Stock Ownership Program (ESOP). The last time I was there, a bartender told me and Vince about how it was all organized while we had martinis before our train to Beacon.
If you are a person who loves to sit at a bar alone, reading a book, staring at the vaulted ceilings, with a drink and oysters and another snack, this is the place for you. I stand by my questionable financial decisions.
This triptych is pretty COVID-related, but that’s just the most recent massive transition in life, so it makes sense. Here’s a look at some other mementos.














Excellent post. I like to call bits of paper "stuff" ephemera which elevates it in the eyes of minimalists (and people who might share your space) and makes it unnecessary to explain why I keep it.
Ooff I have so much to say on all of this. I have been a stuff person, but am also a bit of a minimalist. I need to dig into this further. And my relationship to stuff is changing/has changed in the last handful of years. But I do miss my stashes of "ephemera". Thanks for this reminder.