On my way to SFAI one morning i came upon this scene at the corner of Lombard and Chestnut. A guy in a bathrobe stood in his doorway talking into his phone, “I was in the shower and then…” is all I caught. Over the next few days, first the rubble was swept, then the hole was duct-taped. Then someone drew on the duct tape. “There…Now you are pretty.” Then someone plastered the hole.
I thought about beginning the sequence with the photo of the repaired wall, as if it were the wall before this all happened, but realized i would have never photographed the wall before all of this happened.