I was out in Chicago last week. I decided to take some pictures of my friend’s house. Her family bought the place when Lincoln Park was still a slum. It’s and old 3-flat that last benefited from remodeling in the 1970′s. The basement contains a workshop and storage. I’ve always been drawn to basements, because they’re utterly foreign to me, having grown up in Las Vegas. They’re generally kind of unkempt places, full of filth, grime and authenticity. That sort of sums up Chicago for me too.