Monday, June 26, 2006

just-a-thought

An almost uncanny (Duchampian?) contextual connection, with ipod dancer dancing in the mist of carwash water (speckled-colorized like brick), punky hair swaying like a palm leaf, pointing in unison with the framing lamp post. Can architecture be like this, sometime, for someone?

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