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Saturday, November 27, 2004

Halloween is not over
I think I've found paradise, and it's at the end of 15th Avenue in the Presidio...the coordinates: N 37.79193, W 122.47426. It was so hard to decide which ones to put up, as there are over 400,000 square feet of amazing art and atmosphere in the place, and I think I only managed to get to about a scant 1/3 or 1/4 of the hospital...


lots of enticing windows...


and doorways...


home is (apparently) where the fuzzy slippers (and spray paints) are...

It was an amazing experience. I was there alone, and kept telling myself that I needed to leave soon, but just couldn't stop going up one more flight of stairs, entering just one more room. And for some reason I managed to find just the right spots that led to where I would have wanted to be... As if the building itself was gently urging me along and beckoning me...

posted by claudine |Added at 5:36 PM| | photographs, graffiti, san francisco

 
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