"....for it was foreseen that the city of mirrors... ( Macondo)...
would be wiped out by the wind and exiled from the memory of men at the
precise moment when Aureliano Babilonia would finish deciphering the
parchments and that everything written on them was unrepeatable since time
immemorial and forever more , because races condemned to one hundred years
of solitude did not have a second opportunity on earth."
- Gabriel GarciaMarquez
After 28 years in retail, Macondo, the shop, will close shortly after
the Vernal Equinox, 2002
It has been a blast for me, having Macondo to come to every day; I've worked with and met so many fabulous people, but I am excited to be moving
on to the next cycle; I intend to immerse myself fully in photography and
in the dissemination of the magical arts of Haiti.
Now that I won't have Macondo as my excuse, I'll have
to build the book I've been talking about for 25 years.
I'll miss all my friends who live in the store, the frog masks and the
flying skeletons, the monkey candles and the Ganeshas, Kalis, Shivas and
Buddhas, the madonnas and mermaids and Vodou gods that fly around in the
rafters and have protected me all of these years. Even more I'll miss the
customers, the Sewickly ladies and the privileged kids from the private
schools. I'll miss the bikers and the goths and the punks and the hippies .
I'll miss the tatooed people and the sweet boys and girls with silver balls
and bars sticking through their faces. I'll miss the professors and the TV
producers and the Oakland crazies and street people and the artists and
musicians and all the creative and eccentric people who kept life
interesting for us for all these years.
My deepest gratitude to you all
The last day of Macondo, the boutique,
was March 23, 2002