So the painter men came back today and woke me with loud, middle-eastern sounding dialogue. I have no idea what they were talking about of course, being that I don't speak their language. I could have sworn by the noises they were making that they were tap-dancing. I'm serious. You never know in this city... it could be how they make their living. Tap-dancing painters on scaffolding. Anywoo, I was talking on the phone with the old roomie, Sarah, and the men reappeared in my window. They actually painted my window and it made for some pretty cool shots. Might as well make art out of something so strange. Hope you like them!
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| Main room shot |
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| Vintage Kitchen |
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