Know when it’s time to destroy the molds. Of who you were. You’re not there anymore. I believe I’m smarter and better than the day before. Know when it’s time to fire the creative team or the inner and outer voices that stir your ego, feed you stories that don’t suit your life path and tell you how you must follow rules you didn’t create.
As I kid, I was turned on by plastic.
Well, plastic model (hobby) kits.
From a company named Aurora.
A wonderful place.
Fuck off Willy Wonka and your chocolate minions.
This factory was IT.
Oh Aurora how I miss your wonderfully kitschy plastic pop-culture glue and snap together sexiness.
It was a company I adored. No. more than adored. I was obsessed.
Everything they manufactured was perfect in my eyes.
Aurora Plastics Corporation was founded in 1950 by Joseph Giammarino in Brooklyn, New York (my hometown, sniff).
I thank him to this day. He was a model master.
I required every molded monster, television personality that came of the magical Aurora factory. Even the box art was cool.
Don’t ask me how much the empty boxes go for on auction sites.
My favorite series was the controversial Monster Scenes plastic snap-together kits.
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