I have a new blog find that will make you want to find an old copy of the board game Mall Madness or just go to the sleepiest mega-store-complex in need of a fixer-upper and shoot till your camera's battery dies.
I don't even like malls all that much. I'm a big fan of outdoor shopping malls where you can park and leave. It's not lazy. I just don't want to have to pass all the other BS! And there's more--the wobbly-eyed dolls across from the piercing pagoda and wondering if it's safe to put your purse on the ground when you can see another person's feet three-hands away. Or, the fact that "Drops of Jupiter" will be in my head for lord knows how long thanks to a visit to Dillard's. I do like old arcade games particularly Skee-Ball.
Back on target though, I do weirdly enjoy the real folks of America people watching. There is something terribly beautiful and depressing watching elderly women in wind-suits power walk with their hair perfectly curled and blush dripping from sweat into the look of a skin-meringue. There is the opportunity to wonder if the Carousel is any fun at all or just exquisitely designed. What happened to those mannequin's dressed to the nines or even better live models pretending to be mannequins? I suppose the partial nudity at your local Abercombie & Fitch is the answer to that. Back in the day, we kids would bike to the food court to hang out. If you liked someone or they liked you, they were the last person you talked to. We practiced intense stares we mistook as sexy and none of us ever got anywhere. This was probably for the best. I stopped hanging out at malls when I was fourteen. I took up theatre instead.
So, at long last, here is a blog by Keith Milford that curates ghost town malls, closed malls, and on-their-way-out malls across America: http://mallsofamerica.blogspot.com/
Enjoy!
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