I love looking through other peoples trash. It can be furniture thats been curbed, the free tag on Craigslist, or a dollar bin at a thrift store. The very fact that someone chose and purchased these items and later discarded them carries a lot of weight for me. Something changed in the eye of the beholder and we’re generally talking taste rather than function. We’re all guilty of saying that something is a “forever piece” and using that rational for making a hefty purchase, but the truth is that very little of what we purchase ends up sticking around forever. We divorce people and while people are not objects (#slavery), it seems that objects aren’t treated all that differently than people. Still, I love things a little bit more when there’s some baggage attached and I know I’m not alone. If you’re in New York and also addicted to trolling stoop sales for the perfect find then oh boy, do I have a treat for you. It’s called the Bellmore Flea Market.