Retro Roots. Modern Obsessions.
We were the chosen ones once, our childhood stories, our heroes, our franchises. But they kept going without us. This is a personal farewell to Ghostbusters, Marvel, wrestling, and all the icons that shaped us… then left us behind for the next generation. And that’s okay.
A meditation on South Park’s Member Berries, Gen X nostalgia, and how collecting became my ritual, my refuge—and my way of passing on a disappearing world.
After moving back to NYC with nothing but fear, family baggage, and a black-and-white TV, I got one toy—Greedo. I didn’t know who he was, but he became the weird little guardian of my broken summer.
He barely spoke. He barely moved. But Boba Fett was the Gen X legend—because mystery made him myth. And then they ruined it by explaining everything.
Before Eastwood or Han Solo, there was Mifune—the blueprint for every badass loner. This sixth scale Yojimbo isn’t just a figure—it’s the source code of cool, sculpted in 1:6 scale fury.
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