THE PINES HOTEL, SOUTH FALLSBURG, NY February 8, 2008
This onetime borscht belt glitz palace is in the process of becoming something much much more; a growing, sprouting, decaying, surrealist fantasy. Visiting The Pines is like diving into the bubbling swimming pool (or cesspool) of long repressed childhood nightmares. We could smell our uncle's greasy cigars and swear we heard the stale laughter from old Henry Youngman jokes drifting on the wind... or maybe that was just a side effect of all the mould.

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