I'll send you a postcard
I love postcards. I love writing them, mailing them, and receiving them. The designs, the scalloped edges of the vintage kinds, and what people choose to memorialize all interest me. I love it when a hotel or a restaurant has their own postcards.
One of my favorites was by the doorman at Club Fais Do-do in LA. It was just him and his gold Cadillac. I sent all of them out. He was a cool dude. This one resembles the national park posters from the civilian conservation corps era:
In fact, I just mailed out several local postcards to the Founding Members, from Kansas City. If you'd like to get at least one every month, join at the founding member level. I sent out two this month, because I'm traveling.
However, if you simply would like to correspond, you can send a card or a letter or your manifesto to me here:
Thomas Pluck
P. O. Box 2253
Laurel Springs NJ 08021
If you include a return address, I promise to reply. I truly love using the postal service, and can't wait to hear from you.
You can become a founding member here:
Thank you all for supporting my work.
The postcards are an absolute highlight in my life! (Is that embarrassing to admit? Maybe. Will I shout it from the rooftop? Yes!). There's a whole section of my fridge devoted to them, alongside other friends' painted postcards or fabric art, etc. I can't say I have a favorite but man, those sequoias are gorgeous.
You are the 40 grit sandpaper to my conscience. You know what's not as good as postcards? EXCUSES
I will say, vintage postcards weigh a lot less than vintage vinyl.