Old school geocities-core Web 1.0 blog maintained by the coolest goth girl named Heather Shade (who I desperately wanted to be when I grew up) about paranormal, strange, and liminal spaces in my West Texas hometown…
I’ve been wanting to make my website more reminiscent of late 90’s web pages so I came on here for design inspo. I ended up getting totally consumed by all of the personal homepages. There used to be so much creativity, personality, and intention involved in creating an online presence. I could (and did) scroll through here all day!
I know nothing about art but the one exhibition I ever truly enjoyed was these artists showed the death of Geocities. It was through the account @rhizomedotorg...and they work with the New Museum. That exhibition has long been over but there exists a trove of archival content on oocities.com. I love the weirdo nothingness oblivion of the internet and people’s obsessions, and Geocities was a great place for the meeting of those worlds. The original K-hole! Shame it’s over, but with geocities, some of these relics exist, though a lot of links are dead.
We miss chronological feeds. We miss forming community through internet friends and groupchats. We miss being fans and spending our lives obsessing over our faves. In an attempt to bring these things back to the surface, we're spending more time on open forums and less time with algorithms. So...... neocities blogs (brittany's here & sameera's here) and discord and perfectly imperfect. And more than anything, we're trying to spend time reminiscing about these days of early spirit and community. Maybe if we talk about it enough, it'll work its way back into existence. There's a reason why everyone misses it so much. - Brittany & Sameera
My dad teases me about how when I was a little kid, my favorite thing to do when I was on the landline phone with somebody—be it a relative or one of my best friends—was to breathlessly describe the things that were in my bedroom so that they could have a mental picture of everything I loved and chose to surround myself with, and where I sat at that moment in time. Perfectly Imperfect reminds me of that so thanks for always listening and for sharing with me too 💌
