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Kiss today goodbye. Point me toward tomorrow.

Monday Feb 13 to Friday Feb 17. The final days of Moss in Soho.

Hey, everybody, come on down to Moss during this, our final week on Greene Street, where, no matter what you’re heard, we’re NOT having a sale. However, as a wee we’re-moving-uptown-to-the-garment-district gift, you can get a fabulous Moss T-shirt with any purchase over $118. (Yes, for Free!) The 18 is for the eighteen years we’ve been here in Soho. As you no doubt know, the phrases on the t-shirts are all rules to shop by as dictated by us. Choose from the spicy Please Do Not Touch, the paparazzi-hating Photography is Not Permitted, and the subtly anti-child message Small Children Must Be Held.

In case you’re just too important or too tired or recovering from recent hip surgery and just cannot make it down to the Last Days of the Design Mecca of the World, then you can always do it the old fashioned way and just buy a t-shirt, by clicking on any of these lovely pics. Supplies are limited. Just like the days we’ll be in Soho.

The countdown begins

Moss Greene Street location closes on Friday Feb 17. New location opens March 1. 256 West 36th Street, 10th Floor. Same phone, same email, same attitude.

First Mark Twain, Now Moss


Yes, yes, we’re closing the Greene Street gallery, it’s true. But Moss is MOVING not closing. We’re going to an office/showroom in midtown. We’ll announce exactly where shortly. We’re going to redo the website, so it’ll be more complete and easier to buy. All credits will be honored. Plus we’re opening a new consulting business, called Moss Bureau. What’s the opposite of dead?

You’ve heard about that Brad Pitt movie, the Tree of Life? Well, here’s the Tree of Aluminum.


You know that old phrase, right? Life is like aluminum? That’s what they say. Bloss has heard it a hundred times. And it’s never made more sense than now. And look, Brad, look at all those little cast aluminum leaves that this tree is made of. Ten thousand of them suckers. Welded together by the artist. Andrea Salvetti. His tree is 10 feet high and 15 feet in diameter. And get this, to put it together, someone has to spend some quality time working inside the trunk and then has to crawl out through a teeny tiny door you can’t see. I can give you a hint. It wasn’t Andrea. At Moss now. It’s like a breath of fresh aluminum.

I’ve got my eye on your ring


Seriously twisted Seattle-based artist Cathy McClure, who lives to rip the shit out of plush mechanical toys, always ends up with lots of leftover bits, and being as she is not only twisted but also green, she makes use of everything. Hence, our new load of her Bot Rings, featuring the eyes she’s ripped out of sweet little plush sockets. These might just have to be seen to be believed.

Design Miami Day 4: the handwriting’s on the wall

Turns out writing on the booth walls by hand is more radical a move than one might suspect. It’s been causing a small ruckus.

We just thought it might be a nice change from endless and tasteful vinyl. Besides we kept thinking up new things to write as we were installing.

Mystery OrangeMan of Design Miami

Who is this man? And why is he in all my photos taken from inside the Moss booth?

Day 2: Art Imitates Life

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The glamorous tent in the parking lot


It’s not exactly a circus and it’s definitely not summer camp, but there are many many similarities to both. Load In Day at Design Miami. Seeing and hugging old friends, jockeying for leadership, rampant disdain, false jollity and fork lifts. These are just a few of Bloss’s favorite things. See that crate just on the other side of the truck? That’s ours. And look below, that’s Murray in the back of our big white booth. Isn’t it wonderfully sort of unborn and just waiting?