This turned out to be a maximum security jukebox. The bartender insisted that my ID was fake and was unusually scared about sting operations. After three days of pandering, I was authorized to photograph the darling jukebox that requires no satellite transmission, just quarters.
Thursday, July 26, 2007
Lonely Jukebox
Monday, July 16, 2007
Peeps Paradise
My first euphoric encounter with peeps art was at the paradise cafe. John Ryan documented our tete-a-tete.
Wednesday, July 11, 2007
Tuesday, July 10, 2007
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