#mr.brown

I’m more than a bit surprised, we all are. His family’s been in that shop for decades- Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Fell, Mr. Mr. Mr. Fell, Mr. Mr. Fell- I can’t imagine that Mr.Fell would just up and leave as such. I haven’t seen the one with sunglasses lingering around in there either, only the nice one in the strange costume.

I tried to come back and get the chairs that I brought over for the meeting, but they said that they were under strict orders to not sell anything. Wouldn’t even listen to the idea that they were by chairs in his shop. They still don’t seem to be selling any books either, but I’ve caught them reading a few times through the window.

A real shame, he just seemed to be picking up activity in the Shoopkeepers and Street Traders Association; even hosted a meeting, even though I strangely don’t recall much. Tensions must’ve been a bit high though, nobody has told me what as discussed. I’m certain that the itinerary is somewhere.

Photo by Christian SIMONPIETRI/Sygma

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Louis Lo Mascolo “There’s something you have to understand. James Brown was not put together in a studio by a promoter—like most of these handmade groups that are out there today. James Brown was born out of a need—a need to survive. He didn’t start dancing because he liked to dance. He did it to get nickels and dimes from soldiers. I mean, that’s what this kid did. He came from nothing.”

Brown was notoriously meticulous with the development of his career. “Writing, recording, touring, and performing six nights a week, he demanded the same loyalty, attention to detail, and work ethic from everyone on his team—from the backup dancers to his percussionist. In fact, he would fine his band members for missing notes or performing with unshined shoes. He was hardheaded and he was a perfectionist, and I found the people around him to be very professional, even subservient. In his presence, everyone referred to him as Mr Brown, or Mr James Brown. No one called him James, no one. And he treated people with the same respect. Everyone was a ‘Mister.’”

-by Caterina Minthe, Vogue

All members of the Association can answer: Myself, Maggie, Mr. Brown, Mrs. Sandwich, Justine, Mr. Arnold, Mrs. Cheng, and Mutt. It really depends on who’s around, or if you have any specific questions about our shops. Mr.Fell is technically a member of the association, but none of us are quite sure if he owns a computer, much less knows how to use one. We figured it’d cause much more trouble than it’s worth, and he seems fine despite the lack of customers that come through his shop (and I don’t think I’ve ever seen one actually leave with a book.)

In Taipei city mall, I drink latte coffee and eat chicken、cake. (at Mr.Brown coffee)