We’re pretty sure that this sweet Dali-esque graffiti mural is painted on what used to be the purple abandoned strip club that Lance had to run past in high school because Hume-Fogg doesn’t have a proper gym and, well, sometimes you gotta run laps. Unless we’re wrong. We’re probably wrong. All we know is that you don’t see a lot of skinny-legged elephants painted around town (or evil tiger-beasts, for that matter), especially not in downtown Nashville where they don’t respond well too graffiti.
// Photo by Lance Conzett, who tried to go to the Dali museum in Figueres in Barcelona but missed his train. That incident put a series of events into motion that ended with him selling his Blur reunion concert tickets and he’s still depressed about it.