To be away from home and yet to feel oneself everywhere at home; to see the world, to be at the centre of the world, and yet to remain hidden from the world.

― Charles Baudelaire, The Painter of Modern Life and Other Essays

The flâneur absorbs all parts of the streets (ew, that sounds dirty). The flâneur can’t peel their eyes away from the text convo of the commuter squashed next to them on the subway. The flâneur overhears the couple bickering at the table next to them in the coffee shop. You go girl, stand up for your needs! The flâneur catches all sexual innuendos on signs and advertisements. Who Okayed That?  To the flaneur, the mundane can be messy and the ordinary overwhelming. This Fugly Flâneur is a blog, a newsletter, and an online community to share your noticing’s, opinions, and take away’s from everyday slices of life. Sure, this is a place for observational humor. It’s also a place to simply point out observations that rub up against you in a public transportation way, in an annoying, or maybe even in an endearing way. 

Finally, I want to address the Fugly aspect This group is fugly for only one reason: to cut down any sense of superiority. We may observe, we may form opinions and we may make assesments on the things and people, but we never judge. Fugly (F*cking Ugly) is a word to remind us of our own flaws. We are all f*cking ugly in one way, and so are the observed. As flâneurs, we must remember that we are not better than anyone and no one is better than us.