#320, West Village, NYC
There's something comforting about such straightforward decay on a Monday. Deterioration, wayward spackle, creeping mold, and chipping paint: seen at the right angle, even these contain beauty. Also kind of enjoying the fact that I'm researching types of concrete decay (chloride attack, atmospheric pollution, alkali silica reaction, efflorescence) while waiting for my French manicure to dry.
3 comments:
Utterly gorgeous. I'd like a print of this one, Tea.
toxial: being in close proximity to something abhorrent
Thanks, Ray. You got it.
My mind cAnnot quite contain this image. Is that the corner of the cornice?
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