I spotted this mirror on the outside of a door and freaking loved it. I’m just picturing a John Travolta type character from Staying Alive. You know when he’s like “don’t touch my hair, I spend a lot time on my hair…”. Right, someone is fixing their hair saying to themselves – damn I look good- and then entering then home. Awesome, simply awesome.
Check out the floor of this deli? It is sand with shells. But it’s not a beach themed restaurant. A bit bizarre but bizarre is good I suppose.
This photograph captures a Library of Congress campaign at the Gallery Place Metro Station. [Incidentally, I wonder if they’ll ever change the name of the metro station to Penn Quarter?] But back to the point, as you can see there is a gigantic portrait of Lincoln on the floor. I always try and walk around it but you know at hockey games and rush hour people are tromping all over Lincoln’s head. I think Saddam Hussein made a big deal out of painting a huge portrait of George H.W. Bush on the floor so that people had to walk all over him. I’m just saying, might not be the most respectful thing for one of greatest Presidents. Am I being too sensitive or is it a bit weird to walk over Lincoln’s head every morning?
That’s all I have to say about that.
Cause of the crow raven right? Or is that Beethoven?
Mine’s in the shop but it looks a lot like this one. Wait a second, I mean mine’s in my imagination however it looks more like a vespa but the rides share similar racing stripes!
Don’t look at this photo for too long it is far too upsetting.
Or is it a sign for the times?
It’s not the house number. I guess maybe the house was built in 1907? But then what does the “H” signify?
