Wednesday, May 18, 2011

the harvard museum of natural history is a magical place

with a feeling much like walking into a wes anderson film set, the harvard museum of natural history (which is connected to the equally lovely peabody museum) is easily my favorite quiet place in boston. glass flowers, saw dust filled extinct animals, and a dark room full of polynesian spears and headdresses, it brings back a particular wonder of the world acquired in dusty midcentury library books and subsequently lost in the grim florescent lighting of modernization. there is an undeniable glamour to the tweedy academia of the previous century, racism, sexism, and a million other isms beside.

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