I Am Beautiful, No Matter What They Say

Urban decay. Old buildings falling into ruin. Edgy, dangerous, desolate, an inhospitable city landscape. I don't know why I see beauty in the abandoned but I do. Maybe it all comes down to my penchant for the underdog, the disenfranchised. After all, you can't get a greater symbol of the downtrodden than a falling apart... Continue Reading →

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