WARM LEATHERETTE UTTERS ITS LAST BREATH. AND WITH IT, A COLD DEATH RATTLE.
BEHOLD, PROFLIGATE. AN INTERVIEW.
Words by Sky Madden
Photos and Media by Sadie Mellerio
Profligate is: Noah Anthony
DECADES MAGAZINE [SKY MADDEN]: Test, test, test….
PROFLIGATE [NOAH ANTHONY]: I’m uhhh, a pretty low talker.
DECADES: Wow, so yeah, I can’t believe you’re here and it’s the last Warm Leatherette. I’m here with Noah Anthony and some stray cats in the back of Sub Mission on 18th and Mission shit hole.
It’s so nice.
Uhhhhhhmmmm. Oh jeeze. I feel like get more nervous than the people I’m interviewing do.
PROFLIGATE: I hate cats.
PROFLIGATE: I love cats. But like….. I saw this thing recently and decided. I’m so sick of cats.
PROFLIGATE: I’m never getting another one.
DECADES: It’s a personal thing.
PROFLIGATE: Well I have a cat and she has so many problems. Like, I have to give her two pills a day. It’s just like, it’s such an ordeal.
DECADES: Man, they like you. These cats here like Noah.
Cats swirl around Noah’s waist and tip toe in between the La Taqueria El Buen Sabor chips and chicken burrito splayed out on the table along with the recording equipment as if to distract, to divert our attention from the conversation.
DECADES: Hmm there appears to be like, something very real going on here.