THE PINES HOTEL, SOUTH FALLSBURG, NY February
This onetime borscht belt glitz palace is in the process of becoming something
much much more; a growing, sprouting, decaying, surrealist fantasy. Visiting
The Pines is like diving into the bubbling swimming pool (or cesspool) of
long repressed childhood nightmares. We could smell our uncle's greasy cigars
and swear we heard the stale laughter from old Henry Youngman jokes drifting
on the wind... or maybe that was just a side effect of all the mould.