Thursday, October 27, 2011
Building, Corner of Hurstbourne & Shelbyville
When I first moved to Louisville, seeing this building was rather like being hit in the face with a wet radioactive oven mitt. There's something about it, something I am just unable to articulate, that triggers in me an overwhelming feeling of deja vu or something like it. Even today, after years of driving by this place, the eerie sensation hasn't dulled, and looking at these photos still make me feel like the guy in Close Encounters of the Third Kind playing with his mashed potatoes.