I’d written a piece for The Modernist 35: JOURNEY called The Way to San Jose – a completely improbable journey across the states highlighted by America’s iconic road signs. I’d spent many blissful hours photographing a completely deserted LA lockdown and had collected lots of photos of them.
But why stop at LA.
This piece features signs from most of the places I’ve passed through during the last 10 years. Or at least it will when it’s finished. It’s an ongoing project, follow me @under_rocks_sarah_feeney for updates.
It was the kind of Motel you’d expect to find in a not-ending-well pulp fiction thriller about an American road trip circa. 1960.
As featured in Monopod Magazine.
There’ll be the exciting pop of old advertising: massive bill boards featuring consumer goods and services, high alters to both commerce and products-as-democracy: “A coke is a coke and no amount of money can get you a better coke.”
The mosaic themes are typical Soviet subjects: the race for space, superiority in the field of science, egalitarianism and – of course – the words of the great man himself, Karl Marx.
Potsdam, Germany.
Can we interview you, asked Decor Punk.
Fuck yes, I replied, relishing the attention.
