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Great stuff Peter. Nice job of working the situation! If you find yourself craving a Juicy Lucy anytime soon you know where to find us!
Love it, man. Such lush colors and weirdness. How’ve you been?
Hey Scott, I’m doing great, living in SF which I really enjoy. I’m a very big David Lynch fan these days, thanks for the introduction. How are you doing? You in China or Montana?
Ha, I don’t know about a juicy lucy but I am definitely missing the Mall of America. I would go there every week if I could. Awesome birthday present you gave to Jenn by the way.
i went to the mall of america by pure accident with my dad when i was 19 (1998!). we were on our way out to montana from the UK to go hiking for a couple of weeks, our flights got all screwed up and we took an unplanned 2 day stop over in some shitty hotel right next to Minneapolis airport. we were pretty jetlagged, so we sure as hell just hung out in the mall for two days. i wasn’t much (at all?) of a photographer then, so i really enjoyed this small set of images. seems like things haven’t changed much…