There is a private club on Hotaling Street at the base of the Transamerican Pyramid that plays host to the power people. I once saw Diane Feinstein pull up in an SUV and emerge in a flurry of scarves to enter the dark confines of this restricted sanctuary. It has a lovely frieze of what seems to be a god holding symbols of fertility. Across the street is a pricey antiques store. I shot this through the store's window reflection. It reminds me of something from the Greek Classical Period with a hint of the 20th century bleeding through.
Who wants to watch this Welsh rugby hunk dance in his underwear to Kenny Rogers? - ...you do.
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