On one of my first visits to Niagara Falls my family stayed here when it was called Hotel Niagara. I think. Today, after several attempts at becoming something it is just an empty building with signs promising dreams that won’t come true. I don’t remember anything about the room but I do remember making my mother drop mail into the mail chutes so I could see it fall.
Nobody likes this building. Nobody. I personally enjoy luxuriating in the hatred of Boston City Hall while letting the poured concrete crush my spirit. Afterward, I go to Uniqlo and realize I hate Faneuil Hall Marketplace more than anyone could hate Boston City Hall. Abstract monumentalism FTW!
I took this photo on xmas eve on the way to obesify with my family at Durgin-Park. Their pot roast is what food dreams are made of. Lomo-LCA and some 400 speed film. Developing done by the robust OldSchoolPhotoLab.com
In an ambitious exhibition featuring two new installation-based commissions, artist Taryn Simon activates the rituals of applause and the cold water plunge, examining individuals’ campaigns for public admiration, the status of physical community spaces in the digital age, and our persistent desire for a quick fix.
You walk into a cold dark room with a window at one end that looks into a refrigerated space full of ice with a hole in the center. If you are lucky, a person will walk into the room and jump into the cold water. It is implied that you should clap as the person jumps in the water. The first time I saw someone jump into the water everyone clapped but the second time nobody did.