store front

I am becoming more and more predictable. Burstoid recently had a post about the book Store Front: The Disappearing Face of New York and I of course immediately started drooling on myself. Photography... check; fading America... check; old signs... check... all combined to make a visual stew of tragic beauty that I will down like iced coffee (I would say water but we know that's a lie). I'm not sure that I should bother but nonetheless I feel compelled to dissect my extreme attraction to the beleaguered, helpless, and challenged things of this world (living or not).