Sunday, April 19, 2009


for years this building on 9th and Hill i think, stood slowly collecting grime, soot, syringes, broken windows, graffiti, used rubbers, blood, and families and families of rats, as well as serving as a valuable source for parking has now joined the dandy lot, the prancing pony club.
sandblasted, fresh paint, new windows and blah blah blah. basically fucked it.
i know i know, that sounds kind of negative, but call me sentimental. i like the way time leaves its mark. especially on something so glorious as downtown los angeles.

this is a Japanese word that describes a sentiment and fascination with the decay of architecture.