Bikini-Clad

There was seriously a door to no where. Huh? You ask as you narrow your brows. Allow me to explain. On a generous plot of acreage partially encompassed by undergrowth, stand the proud remains of what appears to be an early 20the century mansion. This once magnificent structure now peppered with graffiti, plagued with decaying side boards, branded by boarded entrances, cluttered with piles of trash, injured with missing shingles, and scared with smashed windows exists utterly forgotten against the landscape of our modern society. However, in the eyes of the Annie Antioch crew this neglected erection was hauntingly intriguing. In many of the photos associated with the Bikini Clad project, the magnificent mansion is not clearly visible, but be aware it was looming in the background.

The first frames were taken on the back porch. The rickety foundation of the landing overlooked a moat of filthy ball caps, crushed beer cans, and half decayed trash. A blue recliner was rooted at the bottom of the porch, sinking in a quicksand of weeds. Within five minutes of shooting on the unsteady landing, my photographer lowered his camera and stared blanking past me in an upward direction. Following his gaze, my eyes rested on the oddity as well. A door on the second story of the mansion overlooked the back yard of the property. There were no stairs to the door, no balcony (I guess maybe there was once a balcony and it collapsed?), no ruble below the door to suggest there had once been a balcony. It was weird to say the least. Then, the irony of such an enigma found meaning in my consciousness. How many doors do we open in life that led absolutely no where? How many times do we find ourselves at a dead end and realize the only way to move forward is to jump down.

This gallery contains 30 pictures plus 36 sec. of video