in downtown portland is powell's books. ashamedly, i'd never heard of it before, but the guys i was travelling with dedicated a day to go and visit. after i hit forever 21 on sunday morning, i went down to meet them and was amazed by the place.
when we were there, we decided to stop for a coffee. the seats were few and far between; there was either the window seat looking out onto the street, but because of the weather it was a little too hot. the only alternative was to sit on the corner three seats of a table where a dude was sitting there drinking tropicana and making flowers out of napkins.
but it's one of them; when you see free seats next to a dude making flowers out of paper napkins, it’s pretty easy to decide where to sit.
arnold world was said flower man. he was a guy originally from wisconsin, but had lived in portland for the last 15 years. making flowers out of napkins was his day job, and the guy was a genius. he explained to us how he made up each component, and how much geometry comes into play with each fold.
he was clever, hilarious, weird and full of stories. we sat there with him for almost two hours, just chatting and listening to what he had to say.
a definite highlight for me, and a true representation of the weird and wonderful characters in portland.