To the Lou, Foo'!

We found St Louis' very own version of the West Bottoms. This factory is what lured us off the highway to find it. They make evil there.



It was a graf writers' paradise...and maybe a Lord-of-the-Flies-type space for runaway kids...we found gutted buildings full of overturned mattresses, kids' shoes, stashes of canned peaches...a random stone angel on a pillar looked down upon weird, circular sculptures people had erected out of scrap wood, metal and bricks. There was even a mini St Louis arch made out of a bent metal rod...if it were warmer than 2 degrees we might have found other living things, too...



Some of the work was really funny...



So we had a photo shoot. It's why they make white-rimmed glasses, anyway.