Hotel Niagara

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.

Brutal Boston

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