Patty is my grandmother. The location is Quincy, Michigan, and this store is arguably one of the most influential places in my life. I grew up playing hide-and-seek in racks of wedding gowns and being babysat by employees, playing in dressing rooms. I can't possibly begin to explain how the store's physical qualities-- its rooms, staircases, wallpaper-- have influenced the aesthetics of my imagination.
Out of all the fantastic spaces in the store, upstairs is by far (in my mind) the best. Formerly apartments, interior walls have been torn down, windows boarded up (covered by the faux-stucco facade), and a place where families used to live their lives is now "storage". As depressing as that sounds, it's kind of fantastic. The following photos far from do the space justice, mostly owing to poor lighting and my incompetency, but it's something. I might steal some photos from Kylie, too, as she has a bit more skill with the camera...
**A note on this one: My mother, who "never did drugs" painted this "when she was a kid" Mmhmm...
Hole in the floor
Hole in the ceiling
4 comments:
I might steal some pictures from Kylie
um, pretty sure you already did. Those first five look awfully familiar.
Well when I wrote the first part, I was still considering it. Obviously, I decided to go ahead and post them...you should be honored, really. You get more blog mentions than anyone else.
It was terrifying but awesome indeed.
high, i am. why did your mother graffiti like yoda.
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