when you pass a payphone and you decide to stop and call your brother to ask what's up, and you learn that in the couple of weeks since you've last heard from him you've become an uncle
[insert image of les sitting on the ground in front of the payphone after putting down the handset, bawling like a baby]
To this day my pride and joy. There is no real meaning behind it. I just saw a photo of a submerged phone booth and thought 2D would fit inside nicely.
Having a Rough One (tm) and I have NO ART to show you but here's some WIP scraps cause it's wip wednesday (miscellaneous, from the two drastically different things I'm writing right now. I'd say guess which is which but its bluntly obvious)
I’ve had this idea on my mind for years – to make a book documenting all of the pay phones around the world. They’re fascinating to me how they are relics fading before our eyes. Morphing into art on the street. I had collected pics from places like Kyiv, Vancouver, and Tbilisi…but then got to other cities where they’ve all been removed, so I began to wonder, is this really a thing?
Then, I got…
had a better time when my
eyes weren't working,
staring off into wet-paint vestibules
of the king's newest bowling alley
or the worst i could come up with.
suffice to say there's money in
dishonesty
but there's sometimes blankets in
the gutters and no one cares about
the guts of old payphones, so let's
have our fill.