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