Anthropologie, a clothing store opposite one of our buildings, has window displays using old books. Intriguing but disturbing; it makes me sad somehow.
UPDATE: There seem to be window displays of similar design are in Anthropologie in other cities, too. Here's an at once horrifying and lovely-looking one from Corte Madera
in the Bay Area (picture source). How many are there in all? Where initially I was picturing a single artist in Brooklyn (for ours is made of books with Brooklyn Public Library printed on them, presumably deaccessioned), I'm now imagining a whole factory somewhere, dumptrucks full of old paperbacks arriving in the back, and nimble-fingered drudges or interns folding pages...
