adventures in reflective surfaces
Greywater
This is how I imagined New York: A tub from the 1920's, pink ceramic tiles, crazed and noble with age, 1000 layers of paint, doing something bohemian like taking pictures of yourself sitting in tepid water reflected in a 99 cent mirror. Perhaps while smoking a Chesterfield.
Then I moved here. It actually isn't quite like that. But sort of.
Then I moved here. It actually isn't quite like that. But sort of.
01 2003