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As seen at 82 West Castle Street, Stockton, CA
Did you know that Stockton has a Miracle Mile? I didn't!
For more, see www.wrightrealtors.com/stockton/pacific-miracle-mile.htm
An old shot from the archives and I know a few of you have seen this in the past .
From my days working as a dry cleaner I had a number of superheroes drop in , they came usually once a year raising funds for a children's charity I think - guess a pose for the camera would a good selling tactic .
At least landing in my shop would be a good place for a bad landing with all the duvets stacked about the place !!
Maryse Pouriou is the third generation owner of a dry cleaning business in the Provencale village of Saint-Remy-de-Provence. She irons dresses and other garments all day long, behind a window facing the street. I wanted to capture her in her environment and went into the shop to ask her permission. It turned out, that she is an avid photographer, and that the walls of her tiny shop are covered in photographs. Some she made herself, on trips to Africa and other wonderful places, and some are vintage photographs of the founders and previous generations of owners. I had a very clear idea in my mind about how I wanted to re-create my first impression of seeing her through the window, ironing in the middle of the bustle of the village, as represented by these weird and wonderful reflections. This picture represents what I saw and felt during that fleeting moment, when I first passed the shop, and saw Maryse, ironing behind the window.
I took the drycleaner’s plastic off this skirt a few hours ago and I’ve already smudged it with dirt. It’s a magnet for dust, lint, and pet hair. This is why I don’t wear black. (And avoid solid colors.
Sweater, thrifted. Skirt, Mossimo. Shoes, BCBGeneration. Sunglasses and earrings, Girlprops. Necklaces, thrifted and/or vintage. Bag, Melie Bianco.
It's nothing a little strategic purse positioning can't hide. But I can't keep that up all day.
I've long wanted to photograph this quaint little attached shop. I'm sure at some point it will disappear.
sometimes it is just easier to answer yes than explain why you have 6 cameras on your person
or why you are out on Christmas Day on a solo photo shoot taking pictures of so many funny local spots that have caught your eye but are always too crowded . . . like dry cleaners and vacant auto parts stores and parking lots and barber shops and rod & reel stores with cracked & taped window fronts and hardware stores.
because, that people, is exactly what I did. and I have the peculiar pictures to show for it.
Photographed using the Kodak Pocket Instamatic 10, and Lomography brand 110 format film. Taken in Mooroolbark, Victoria, Australia.
An old brick house with white trim lies hidden behind store fronts, modified over time so that it's hardly recognizable.