A Fishmonger in the Tenderloin District, San Francisco
A few months ago I set up this guy in the Tenderloin with some fish and a spear. Slow to start this series, I am creating tacky, contrived portraits in front of tacky, contrived murals painted on sides of buildings. Maybe, at long last, two wrongs will make a right?
Anyway, Chuck totally brought it in terms of effort and willingness, so early on a Saturday morning. Thanks a shit-ton/ fish-ton, Chuck!
This guy wandered in and kind of made it as well:
And, in case you were wondering... the fish stayed nearby, to swelter in the growing temperature of the midday sun: