Some kind of historic area in Phoenix. I guess it's original, but it's still very out of place, since Phoenix didn't exactly spring up in Victorian period the way San Francisco did. Take my word, this makes no sense out here.
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Sometimes I feel like every store needs this. I have found myself often unable to ask for directions in large cities (New York, London, et al.) because I don't speak, y'know, every language on Earth.
Obviously, this is a remark on the massive Spanish-speaking population in SoCal. But it's odd because this is an otherwise stodgy eyewear shop. Where do they get off with cheeky social commentary?
I'm in LA now, and figuring out how to get places. I've already underestimated the massive scale of the city and how spread out it is. I've looked up how to travel to certain faraway neighbourhoods and it seems downright absurd that I would take two buses and a train to get from A to B. Maybe it's true, i do need a car.
The final day in Chicago, I find myself, as I often do, roaming the streets of a foreign city with little goal or intention, save to photograph the geometric randomness observed in the unity of sun and stone and glass. Chicago is suitable for such a charge.
Through the snow and wind of January, I journey to Boston, for the wedding of grad school flatmate Nick, and his lady Karen. Lauren, my old high school chum, has graciously offered to put me up for the night, thus saving me the hassle and costs of staying a hotel, which I forgot to reserve anyway.
Lauren’s place is comfy, and distinctively female.
And yes, that is a foam penis and pig in a jar of water. That’s how she rolls.