Scavengers, thrifters, dumpster divers unite.... Yesterday brought a new word to our world: mongo.
This from one Ted Botha, a South African (by way of Bronxville) journalist and inveterate recylcer of found objects. Mongo is "late 20th century slang for retrieved and repurposed garbage" explains Penelope Green in The Times. Botha lives in a found apartment, with found furniture, found art work, and even a found cat. Bravo! Apartment Therapy is pro-Mongo, and not just because it's cheap and enironmentally-sound. When it's not compulsive, mongo -- the lifestyle -- is a higher practice, a way of seeing and being present, a kind of urban archaeology that betrays great sensitivity. Mongo is a political and artistic act, like graffiti, a response to the prevailing culture of disposable newness. And mongo is fun. As Rodgers and Hart said in that song about New York: "The great big city's a wondrous toy, just made for a girl and boy...." OHR