There is an august, old bank building on Commerce Street. Its overall visage is all about conservative solidity. But right on the corner, at one of the entry portals, there are several murals. One on either side of the doors. Just below an ornate architectural flourish topping the cylindrical entryway.
The murals are not.... high craft. But neither are they overly dreadful or culturally challenging. Unless, perhaps, if you are visiting from Florida or Kansas... And you have your home-schooled children in tow.
A bit of observation divines that their reason for being is to advertising for The Selfie Museum. Which is not so much of a museum but is actually a retail operation which provides a bunch of backgrounds for people who want to make better and more interesting selfies. Or, photographs of themselves and their friends, lovers, significant others, therapists, etc. in situations which are absent from their actual lives. One pays an entry fee to the "museum" and then uses the various backgrounds to extract the full potential of their smartphone cameras. It's a bold and bizarre concept but, thinking about this further, I guess it had to happen.
I resisted the temptation to go in and immortalize myself lounging, scantily clad, on a plush divan with velvety curtains in the background. I might regret my reticence come the holiday season when I'm casting about for an image to put on my next holiday card. Ah well.
Images photographed before dinner on Sunday. Camera used: Leica Q2. Shoes used for camera and human transport: Keens. Motivation? Curiosity. And a desire to become better at using my camera.
