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Al Capone's cell certainly had more amenities than the others. Eastern State Penitentiary, Philadelphia, PA
Al Capone’s cell at Eastern State Penitentiary. My title for this picture comes from how Capone ended up here in the first place. On the morning of February 14, 1929 (Valentine’s Day), member’s of Chicago’s North Side Irish gang were lined up and shot by two men dressed as police officers and suspected to be members of Capone’s South Side Italian gang. 7 people were killed and the event became known as the Saint Valentine’s Day Massacre.
Later that year Capone is arrested in Philadelphia for carrying a concealed weapon. The story is that this a planned arrest so that Capone could lay low for a while in relative safety behind bars. His cell was on the Park Avenue Block of the prison and was very finely furnished as you see here in the picture.
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Shuttlecock sculpture
Others from this trip are in the Album www.flickr.com/photos/thadz/albums/72157660032324601
March 24, 2025: Battery operated Halloween skeleton inside jail cell. When yelling "let me out" he sounds a lot like Beetlejuice. #flickrfriday #cell
Detail of artwork Cell I, 1991, by Louise Bourgeois. An exhibition of her works, Unravel a Torment, was on display (till Corona Closure) at Museum Voorlinden, Wassenaar, Holland.
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A stunning storm cell as seen from the route through the polder to the north-west of Wassenaar. According to Buienradar, the storm was centred over Antwerp, some 100km southwest.
The general idea behind Graffiti Underworld was to collect the wildest graffiti related stories in the voice of the writers themselves and compile them into a book. Each writer’s section reads as if they were sitting face to face with you telling their tale. These stories are meant to put you into the world of the graffiti writer, crawling through train yards, locked in jail cells, running down fire escapes and other forgotten corners of our cities.
I ended up with far too much content to fit into a 200 page book. The following are some outtakes from my interview with HOUR Pigs Crew.
Hour:
I was staying in Oregon for a while, Eugene, Oregon. The first crew I was ever in was called PHO. Putting Heads Out. A lot of the members had gotten in trouble in New Mexico and they bailed to Oregon. They were like you could come up here. They all had a house. You should come up here and stay with us. I was trying to get out and go to Seattle. I ended up going to Oregon. We stayed at this house. It was like a two bedroom house and there were like eight or nine people that lived there. None of us had jobs. We would just party every night. We would just hustle, get money and paint and all that shit. We’d do cart runs of food and cart runs of paint. This chick always let us have parties at her house. We had this three day rager at her house. We racked all this food and beer. In Oregon we would steal beer and return the bottles and buy more beer. So these kids are talking shit to my friend. I go get a couple more people.
They all start piling into this SUV, it’s got rims, it’s brand new, it’s got TV’s, nice as fuck. I see this kid pull open the door and jump in the car. I run across the street and there’s these dudes standing there. They’re like we don’t know what the fuck is going on leave us alone. I told one of my boys to stand in front of the car. I reach over the passenger to the driver and I tell him that’s my fucking brother you run him over and Ima fucking kill you. He’s like “I don’t know what’s going on?” I grab him by the hair and slam his head into the window. I was like “That’s what’s going on!” I tried to pull his keys out of his ignition but I was kind of anxious, so I didn’t turn the key first. So I’m like ripping at the keychain. I bent up the key and it fucked up the ignition. He’s like what the fuck you doing to my car. His CD player was down and I fucking punched down on the CD player and broke it off. I reach back in the back seat and his TV was there open and I folded it backwards so it hit the roof the wrong way and snapped off. I’m like “That’s what the fuck I’m doing!” My friend was pounding this dude nasty. Both his eyes were black. All these chicks were in the car and all these dudes were in the car screaming like chicks and they’re like “Go! Go! Drive the fucking car!” He was like “I can’t this dude’s gonna kill me if I run over his friend.” I left the car and right outside the car there was this house for rent with the metal for rent sign. It was one of the big ones not like the plastic red and white ones. I picked it up out of the ground and started belting the side of their car like sick, putting dents and holes. The whole back of the suburban was filled with all this shit and I start breaking the windows out of the side and I broke the window out of the back and all the shit started falling out. They started freaking out even more. I started putting holes in the other side and they ended up skirting and bailed out. When they bailed more shit started falling out. One of my friends started picking shit up that had falling out. A brand new Playstation in the box had fallen out with a whole book full of games.
We sold that the next day for a couple hundred bucks. That got us some food for a little while. When we we’re leaving, the cops starting piling in. The whole block started filling up. I put my arm around this girl that I had never even met before and we just walked down the block like I was trying to avoid all the confrontation. We had a party the next night at that same house and I killed a handle of Jose Cuervo and a case of beast and ended up fighting all my friends. I got my nose broke. It felt like my friend blackened both my eyes, broke my nose, and busted my lip in one hit. It brought me to my knees, brutally. I was supposed to go to the bus station to go to Seattle to meet up with some kids and they wouldn’t let me on the bus. I was like “Can I still get on the bus?” They were like “What are you kidding me, we can smell the alcohol on your breath and your covered in blood. We can’t let you on the bus.” I was like fuck that I need to get out of here. Let me on this fucking bus. I started to get on the bus and one of the dudes grabbed me, and pulled me off the bus. I was like “What the fuck, you wanna end up looking like me!?” They called the cops on me and this girl that took me to the bus station was like “Leave him alone he’s drunk.” I stumbled down the block and ended up passing out on the street and she drug me by the ankles into her little Honda Civic hatchback and took me back to the party and I just passed out on the couch. My boy who broke my nose woke me up the next morning with a sandwich and a beer and was like my bad.
A protester passes out information about the cell tour and illegal U.S. detentions.
Type of action: May 2008 Guantanamo Cell Tour
Date: May 2008
Place: Miami, Florida, USA
As I was walking around Ames Park last month after Hurricane Matthew had torn through, I was grabbing some final shots as a young woman walked by, leisurely strolling along talking on her cell phone. I thought how much things have changed since I was her age.
There was a time that walking around a place like this for me would have been peaceful, and contemplative. If I were young again, it would be in solitude if I wanted it, or perhaps not, if I wished someone was there enjoying it with me. I would have been focused on the beauty around me, and if I was with someone else, I might be focused on that person. Looking at the girl walking by on her cell phone made me aware of the fact that so many young people no longer have a clue of what it's like to walk in solitude. They are constantly in touch with others, and never seem to be fully engaging in their surroundings. Aside from missing out on the beauty around them they're not paying attention to, they don't seem to know how to be by themselves. It makes me wonder how they will fare many years from now, when they are old and lose a spouse, or don't have children at home, or friends nearby. How will they cope when they are finally alone with themselves? When there is no constant voice or text to keep them looking at a screen, or if they can't SEE the screen so well anymore, will they suddenly not know what to do with themselves? Will solitude disturb them? Will they be self-sufficient enough to stand alone without technology? Will the day really ever come when that could happen?
As I walked along, I realized that although I had a cell phone in my pocket, I didn't care to be on it at that moment. I was totally engrossed in the place, and the day, and the beauty and horror of it, as things had been torn down, and in between the beauty was some ugliness, but that IS, after all, life, isn't it? It troubled me less than seeing the girl walking through, almost oblivious to the changes and the things that were still the same. Cell phone solitude is not my kind of solitude. I rather hope it never will be.
This is a view from one of the 'luxury' or comfortable prison cells within the walls of the infamous Kilmainham Gaol in Dublin. Built in 1796 when Ireland was under British rule Kilmainham Gaol replaced an old dungeon style internment institution. Conditions were extremely bad and amongst the many murderers and conmen there were prisoners as young as 8 years old, interred hard labour for stealing food. Following the Easter rebellion against British rule in 1916 a number of Irish rebels were interred in Kilmainham before being executed in the stone breakers yard of the prison. The prison closed some years later then fell into decay and disrepair before being rescued and refurbished by volunteers in the 1960's. Kilmaniham Gaol is now in the care of the State and is a tourist attraction. A number of movies were made there including Michael Collins, In The Name of The father and The Italian Job, amongst others.
A protester passes out information about the cell tour and illegal U.S. detentions to a group of people.
Type of action: May 2008 Guantanamo Cell Tour
Date: May 2008
Place: Miami, Florida, USA
Queen-Macro Monday
Only a week after the Queen emerges from her cell, she will take several flights to mate.
A protester passes out information about the cell tour and illegal U.S. detentions to a group of people.
Type of action: May 2008 Guantanamo Cell Tour
Date: May 2008
Place: Miami, Florida, USA
A tan sólo 3km del Mar Mediterráneo, en un lugar llamado el Pla de Mar se encuentran las Bodegas Avgvstvs Forvm, una pequeña bodega que destaca por muchos motivos, siendo el principal la cata de los 4 vinagres que comercializa, toda una sorpresa para nuestros sentidos
Almost everyone in London seemed to have a cell phone of one kind or other. It was therefore quite surprising to observe so many venerable old style phone booths still around. Other than making for handy rain shelters, can't imagine how they are cost justified. They are rather attractive reminders of the past, however.
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The entrance to a row of cells in the Ohio State Reformatory, in Mansfield.
These steel cell blocks, stacked 6 levels high, have been 'home' to more than 150,000 inmates. From the prison's opening in 1886 to it's closure in 1990, over 200 of those inmates never made it out.
The massive building is now open to the public, but you can easily find yourself alone in one of the many dark and decaying cells.
Vuelta de vacaciones. Un atardecer. No llevaba ni gran angular ni tripode pero algo que habia que hacer con esta luz. Que pena que no habia alrededor nadie a quien pedirle se sentara justo ahí.
Dedicada a leocuandopuedo.
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Despite not carrying neither a tripod nor a great angle lens I couldnt help to take advantage of this special light. I only regret not to have had some volunteer around to be seated there.
Protesters pose for a photo op.
Type of action: May 2008 Guantanamo Cell Tour
Date: May 2008
Place: Miami, Florida, USA