Eureka, CA, is a dirty, dingy, chain motel-y nonsequitur in the hippie State of Jefferson. Logging, mining, fishing--and a picture-perfect, satiny flapper girl in an antique shop window just east of the bay. Sometimes a mannequin fetish and a few late-afternoon reflections are all you need.
04 November 2009
"Hand in Glove," Humboldt County, CA
Eureka, CA, is a dirty, dingy, chain motel-y nonsequitur in the hippie State of Jefferson. Logging, mining, fishing--and a picture-perfect, satiny flapper girl in an antique shop window just east of the bay. Sometimes a mannequin fetish and a few late-afternoon reflections are all you need.
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