Brad Pitt and I share the exact same birthday (month, day, year) outside of that, our stories diverge considerably. Mr. Pitt went on to become an internationally famous superstar, while I have led the much more interesting life of the starving artist. I come from a long line of storytellers (whose gift for gab stretches back through the mists of time to our native Ireland) and professional malcontents who were seemingly born to create something in the arts, be it music, writing, sculpture, painting, or photography. I started writing at age 12 with a screenplay with my cousin Ryan about a planet where everyone looked like Elton John entitled "Don't I Know You?" More screenplays followed, several of which received epic Super-8 production with budgets that sometimes ran up to $10. A few even had sound!  More writing followed: songs, poems, short stories, numerous unfinished novels, etc.. Somewhere in there was an attempt at being a rock star...
Still living at home, at age 22, my father dropped an elderly Nikromatt 35-mm film camera into my lap, in the hopes that I would "make a go of it" as a photojournalist. That didn't happen, but I did develop an abiding love of photography that along with writing and archival work have been among the chief passions of my life. When it comes to my photography, I try to be as creative as possible while at the same time striving for a documentary/archival quality. The only set rules I adhere to, when it comes to making pictures are: 1.) Try not to make the picture blurry, and 2.) Don't drop the camera.
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Comments (12)
Chipka
Foremost Liquor is STILL on the South Side of Chicago in at least two locations. Neither of them carry Pilsner Urquell, but if you want a 40 ounce bottle of Colt 45 then that's your place...it's usually full of the local hoochie-mamas and their "babydaddies." Ah, but that's a topic for another time. Needless to say, this is a great shot and it wasn't until I'd read Tara's comment that I realized there are no Great Lakes on this map...and Florida is at an odd angle, as if it's come unhinged. This is a great shot of a vanished era in Chicago. Nice!
bmac62
Ah, yes...when sign painters ruled the world of advertising:) Let's see, Texas has shrunk upward, Long Island and Cape Cod are missing in the Northeast and Puget Sound has drained in the Northwest...but overall, the big picture comes across. I love these ghostly old wall ads...another subject for an urban photographer to track. Great job Corey:)
beachzz
This is great--Tara will love it. It's a great piece of urban history!!
auntietk
Thank you for the closer look! This advertising map is absolutely fascinating. I love Maine on this map. Did you know that Maine is actually further south than Washington State? Maine runs from about Lat 42 to 47, and Washington runs about Lat 45 to 49. And I wonder how the southern bits of Ontario and Quebec feel about having been annexed? This really is a wondrous bit of Americana. Thanks again for the zoom!
flavia49
wonderful image! great dedi!
durleybeachbum
Being from the other side of the pond I probably would not have noticed!! Shame on me. However I love the rich textures and the 'distressed' paint.
jmb007
bonne image!!
Meisiekind
Hehe... yeah - it is a rather "ODD" looking map of the US!!! Florida looks like a tumor of some sorts!!! But I guess it served its purpose! Great one Corey!
Miska7
Very nice image and dedication! Great shot.
sandra46
INTERESTING, CREATIVE, AND REALLY BEAUTIFUL IMAGE!!!
goodoleboy
Excellent image of corroded and weatherbeaten texture here.
myrrhluz
Great image and dedi! It would be interesting to have watched the painter at work. I can see him pausing a moment in the panhandle of Florida, shrugging his shoulders and striking blindly on a south easterly track. I wonder if the building had been taller if Maine would have stretched even further north. Excellent capture of fading paint and textures!