Thanks for the email Daniel. Unfortunately I found a magnetic nothing about the song in the last post—but being a head for funk, soul, meth, and disco too; I will likely end up on a crazed short to endless dig for something…Butta baby indeed, Gourmet. Nevertheless, the other half of this post lays up McDonald’s as the quintessential shit of all shits. Their latest tour de force womps, wins, and bridges the gap between good, intoxicating(ed) eats and food as an art form, kinda. Leave it up to REVS, COST, EarSnot, and emaciated Parisians to do so:

And….Earsnot burgers sounds fresh to me….And I’m absolutely for sure Crown Fried was hip to the graffiti in-store placements way back before this McDonald’s in Paris—but one can’t help but marvel at what an open mind and innovation can lead to(Phl). For instance, this post so far reminds me of the Standard Hotel’s acceptance of a Noah Butkus installation:

Noah Butkus///HVW8 gallery

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