Selfies, Watermarks, Despair.
Fifty years ago, the Xoloitzcuintli — the Mexican Hairless dog — was on the edge of extinction. Now one sleeps in my bed. Whether this is an improvement in the creature’s circumstance can be debated. Other bald news, however, is unquestionably good: After centuries honing its attributes as the world’s weirdest (not ugliest) dog, the Mexican Hairless was officially welcomed this year at the Westminster Kennel Club Dog Show.
Analogue photos from the nineties, poorly scanned. Much of this was for New York Magazine and various travel publications, meaning we’re talking about poorly scanned second-generation imagery. Which has its charms, I suppose. (This takes you to Dysmedia, which was the site I lived at many years ago.)