I like looking the stuff in those those dark academia/light academia aesthetic tags but for fun I keep wondering what that kind of thing would look like as a finnish version. Finnish academia aesthetics. Imagine.
Plain blank white-walled rental apartments and a balcony with a beet preserve jar for an ash tray. Aggressively modern-looking campus buildings right next to The Old Academy Hall built in the 1800s. A screenshot of someone’s text message going “I’m eating porridge for a week so I can afford to get drunk on the weekend lol” artistically justapoxed by the side of some quote of a letter by Aleksis Kivi that’s literally saying the same thing. Black coffee in a moomin mug, on a kitchen table next to a window - the clock on the wall says 5:13 and it’s pitch black outside, and you can’t tell if it’s 5 AM or 5 PM. The most soviet-block-ass looking apartment buildings ever constructed in a country that was never invaded by the soviets. A line from a rap song overlaid on a portrait of Jean Sibelius.
People incorrectly tagging the same moodboards as “scandinavian aesthetic” and “slavcore”, keenly observing the apparent similarities and their overlap but unaware that what they’re seeing is not one or the other, but a secret third thing.
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Someday I’m going to write a book about working in museums and have an entire chapter dedicated to the weird things people have said to or have asked me. On second thought maybe I’ll make that the whole book.
Had a woman come around last Christmas time to “sing carols to the ghosts”
A museum I used to work at had a notebook behind the front desk of weird visitor interactions going back to the 1930s
I’ll never forget the time someone called the museum to complain that this solar eclipse wasn’t as good as the one in 1979. I initially assumed he was complaining about our terribly-managed eclipse viewing event, but after ten minutes of ranting I began to suspect he had not been a visitor, and the call ended in the following exchange:
Me: sir, did you- did you actually visit the museum for the eclipse this morning?
Him: No, but I just wanted to let someone know I was disappointed.
Me: You just…. called a museum to complain about the sun?
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