Who Is ODDEYE?

ODDEYENYC was conjured beneath a blood moon in the backroom of a defunct Pier 1 Imports, when Taylor Fimbrez and an unholy circle of thrifters performed the forbidden rite of Decorus Maxima.

Surrounded by melted pillar candles and a pentagram of IKEA Allen wrenches, they chanted:

In nomine designi, et grafici, et spiritus kitschi, amen.

A portal tore open, and from it emerged a cursed boutique of objects too powerful for the common home. For three years it took corporeal form in the East Village, where brave souls could acquire ashtrays of unknowable origin and chairs whispering in tongues. Now digital, ODDEYENYC floats in the ether, updating often with artifacts imbued with aesthetic possession. Each item is a spell, each update an offering. Enter freely, but beware: once your taste is elevated, it cannot be undone.