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TORONTO, CANADA STREET ART: PAYPHONES

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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 to Toronto in July 2023 and, for the first time in a long, long time, I saw phones that still actually work! Intermixed with ones that have already become art.

I guess they’re leaving them out there, and one by one as they slowly get written on, beaten on, used as a food counter, or have its phone violently ripped from its station, then they effortlessly segue into street art and culture.

I’ve decided to post images of payphones in real time as I see them because their practical existence is as temporal as any mural or tag out there.

August 2023

NEW YORK CITY, NEW YORK: ANDY WARHOL’S NYC

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𝗙𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝟭𝟵𝟯𝟭 𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗹 𝟭𝟵𝟳𝟭, 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗪𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗻’𝘀 𝗛𝗼𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗗𝗲𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝗶𝗻 𝗚𝗿𝗲𝗲𝗻𝘄𝗶𝗰𝗵 𝗩𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗮𝗴𝗲. 𝗔 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝗶𝗻𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗩𝗮𝗹𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗲 𝗦𝗼𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗮𝘀 – 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝗺𝗮𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗺𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗔𝗻𝗱𝘆 𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗵𝗼𝗹’𝘀 𝗺𝘂𝗿𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗶𝗻 𝗝𝘂𝗻𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝟭𝟵𝟲𝟴. 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗿𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗹 𝗳𝗲𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗶𝘀𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗱𝗶𝗮𝗴𝗻𝗼𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝗰𝗵𝗶𝘇𝗼𝗽𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗻𝗶𝗰 𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗙𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘁 𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗵𝗼𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗲 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲𝘀, 𝗮𝗰𝗰𝘂𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝗶𝗺 𝗼𝗳 𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗻 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸. 𝗜𝗻𝗷𝘂𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗿𝗱 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘁, 𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗵𝗼𝗹 𝘀𝘂𝗿𝘃𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗱 – 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗼𝘂𝗯𝘁𝗲𝗱𝗹𝘆 𝗶𝗻𝗳𝗹𝘂𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲𝗱 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝘂𝗯𝘀𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗱𝗲𝗺𝗲𝗮𝗻𝗼𝗿. 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗿𝗶𝘀𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗵𝗲𝗹𝗱 𝗦𝗼𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗮𝘀 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘂𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗰𝗹𝗼𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗮 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗺𝘂𝗻𝗶𝘁𝘆 𝗴𝗮𝗿𝗱𝗲𝗻, 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗝𝗲𝗳𝗳𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗼𝗻 𝗠𝗮𝗿𝗸𝗲𝘁 𝗚𝗮𝗿𝗱𝗲𝗻, 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗻 𝗶𝘁𝘀 𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗮𝗱. 𝗪𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗲 𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗵𝗼𝗹 𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗻 𝗳𝗲𝗮𝗿 𝗼𝗳 𝗦𝗼𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗮𝘀 𝗮𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗮𝗰𝗸, 𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝟴𝟬𝘀 𝗯𝗲𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗱𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵. 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗴𝗮𝗿𝗱𝗲𝗻 𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗱𝘀 𝘁𝗼𝗱𝗮𝘆, 𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗻 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗮𝗹𝗹.
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𝗡𝗬𝗖 🗽 
𝗝𝗮𝗻𝘂𝗮𝗿𝘆 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟭

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"...the space reached its zenith of hipness in 1966 when Andy Warhol and filmmaker Paul Morrissey took it over to create a discotheque called The Electric Circus. The club featured a multimedia experience called the “Exploding Plastic Inevitable” that merged music, projected light shows, trapeze artists, mimes, jugglers, fire-eaters, and dancing in a space designed to look like a surreal Moroccan tent. It was here that the Velvet Underground performed nightly as the House band and were first exposed to a larger downtown audience before recording their first album with Nico in early 1967." https://www.6sqft.com/how-an-east-village-building-went-from-gangster-hangout-to-andy-warhols-electric-circus/

19-25 St. Mark's Place

SYKESVILLE, MARYLAND: SCRAMBLED MEMORIES / GOOD SOULS NEVER DIE

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My childhood home. Actually, my maternal Grandmother’s home, but she essentially raised me and I lived a majority of my young life in this house. My soul is in that house. My Grandmother’s soul is in that house. Unfortunately, it is no longer in the family, but it will forever be in my heart.
Today, I received this picture from a relative and memories came flooding back. I felt like I could almost “see” the soul of my Grandmother, as well as my own soul, as I gazed at the picture.

Sykesville, Maryland.
December 2020, 📷: R. H.

In the picture, there was the front lawn. What I saw were mounds of autumn leaves 🍁 that I would rake up and then jump into. In the picture, the window at the very end of the house was visible. What I saw was my childhood bedroom with two twin beds, where my Grandma would rub Vick’s VapoRub on my chest before I went to sleep, at times when I had a cold. Through those bedroom walls I could see my Grandparents’ bedroom with their king size bed and the drawers where my Grandma kept her Elvis Presley memorabilia. The books — all that I would devour in the summers when I stayed there. I was definitely the most knowledgeable 8 year old on the subject of Elvis. Gladys, Vernon, Priscilla, Lisa Marie, Colonel Tom Parker, Graceland…I had read it all.

Then, through those walls to the backyard, past my Granddaddy’s manmade TeePee ⛺️ made out of chicken feed bags, to the chicken 🐓 coops. Ah, the chicken coops — the hens, the rooster, the fresh eggs 🥚, the pre-dawn walks my Grandma would make to those chicken coops to reach under those hens to retrieve the warmest of eggs. I’d eat some variation of eggs almost every morning when I stayed with her.

Her scrambled eggs were the best. Nowadays, we’d go lighter on the salt and butter, but at the time, the way she made them — scrambled, practically minced, with absolutely nothing like ketchup or anything needed to be added. Perfect from her pan to my plate.

Feeling nostalgic this morning, I made a plate of my Grandma’s eggs. A reminder that our bodies may leave this world, but our spirits and our essences never depart from the hearts of the people who have loved us. People remain alive to us. Physical is just one form. Remember that. Good souls never die.