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Bunny Rogers & Filip Olszewski
2011 - 2012
“We hope that our roses/ribbons/advice/conversations/etc. helped you cope during the saddest times of your life such as funerals and illness and we hope that we made you happy during the best times of your life such as weddings, newborn babies and proms.” — Sister Unn’s
Read an interview with the artists
Sister Unn’s was a mysterious abandoned flower shop with handcrafted vases of wilted, brittle roses trimmed with black ribbon, scattered across white shelves.
The storefront awning read “Sister Unn’s,” and the interior was lit only by a glowing freezer, emptied of everything but a lavender rose preserved in a block of ice.
Hook rug by Karen Maddox.
Passersby who—perhaps struck by the store’s elegiac quality—searched for it online found an equally enigmatic website, which is still online.
At sister-unns.com, each visitor is presented with their own pixel-art flower icon in a “Rose Gallery,” a gridded display that counts over four thousand blooms to date.
Referencing anonymous gifts left at a graveside or vigil, the site is also curiously game-like: the existence of more and less common flowers (most common is light purple, whfilripile glittering transparent roses are rare) makes each visit feel like rolling a die.
The installation generated interest in the community, prompting people to post inquiries about the store on blogs and social media.
As winter came to a close, so did the project. A farewell letter was posted on Sister-Unns.com, and a For Rent sign appeared outside the store; an online clothing boutique moved in, then a vape shop, and then another. The city’s churn had reclaimed the shop that was frozen in time.