Don’t just come out (to The Randolph Street Market) for the antiques. Don’t just come out for the piping-hot tiny donuts. Don’t just come out for the handcrafted jewelry & the vintage fashion. Don’t even just come out for the just-for-you typewritten poetry on demand (today from 10am-4pm).
Settle into someone’s long-gone grandma’s rocker, an amber-jade choker ‘round your neck, sack full of baked goods in your lap, poem in your hand, & look up, look around.
Is it a bird? Is it a plane? No, it’s Plumber’s Hall, the most beaux of beaux-arts auditoriums you’re likely to find this side of the Yangtze.
What goes better with a tall glass of Neutral Milk Hotel than a hand-made, just-for-you, typewritten poem? Nothin’, that’s what.
If you’ll be Pitchforking this weekend (gates open at 3pm today), stop on by Coterie Chicago (next to the Chirp Record Fair in the Tennis Courts under the big white tents) & follow the sound of hammering typebars to the Beauty & Brawn Gallery table.