Everything is strange about this Alex McCleod moment. I discovered one of his images during my Erwin Wurm spree, and thought that what I was looking at was an miniature installation piece. Then I looked further, learning that the image was one of many 3D rendering by not a he, but a she, a hot x-comedian who used to host Trading Spaces, not my imagined greasy hipster who went to Parsons for illustration. I want to walk around in her renderings.
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