I first heard about datapigging from my friend Alex. I was working at a vintage clothes store on Milwaukee Avenue. On Saturdays it was my job to sift through the laundry baskets full of sweat-stained graphic tees and other junk we couldn’t resell that people brought into the store. Occasionally, I’d be digging and stumble upon a real find, a vintage NHL jersey or a nice Theory blouse. I’d set the useful pieces aside and slide the still-full baskets back across the counter toward their disappointed owners.
3.24.19
3.24.19
3.24.19
I first heard about datapigging from my friend Alex. I was working at a vintage clothes store on Milwaukee Avenue. On Saturdays it was my job to sift through the laundry baskets full of sweat-stained graphic tees and other junk we couldn’t resell that people brought into the store. Occasionally, I’d be digging and stumble upon a real find, a vintage NHL jersey or a nice Theory blouse. I’d set the useful pieces aside and slide the still-full baskets back across the counter toward their disappointed owners.