Just a quick reminder that, whatever you’re exhibiting, the details matter.
Take this lovely necklace I found online:
If you take the time to read the text behind it, some of the appeal disappears…
Chicago pork packers in the 1850s had relatively limited options in utilizing the nonmeat portions of the animals they killed. They could boil them down into tallow and lard, which a number of firms used for making candles, soap, and other products. They could feed packing wastes to scavenger pigs, practicing an early form of recycling in which pig flesh people were unwilling to eat was reconverted into pig flesh they were willing to eat. But whatever was left sooner or later made its way as refuse into the Chicago River. The stench that hung over the South Branch and the filthy ice harvested from it were clear signs of its pollution. Decaying organic matter, whether in the form of packing wastes, manure, or raw human sewage, was the chief water supply problem the city faced by midcentury.
2 thoughts on “The Tiniest Details”
Good eye! And eeeeww.
I know. Nothing like seeing “raw human sewage” out of the corner of your eye to make you do a double-take.