I didn’t know it at the time, but this shot—which I call Naked Torsos and Birdcages—would go on to provide a theme for my whole mini-tour through the American Midwest. And it should be the title for whatever bootleg recordings are out there. (That’s my only request. You kooks know who you are.)
I took this pic at an arts and crafts fair that hadn’t quite been set up yet in the main hall of the Milwaukee Art Museum (hit the link, it’s hot). Seconds later, a security guard asked me to leave, which means that now I can check another lifelong ambition off my list: I’ve been kicked out of a Calatrava.