- bill 2-05-2010 2:48 am [add a comment]

I'm flattered that you like it. It's the ceiling of a Canadian Legion Hall. Do you have those things in the U.S.? Sexy exciting glittering ceilings?.
- L.M. 2-05-2010 3:05 am [add a comment]

Nice. I was thinking of these not completely dissimilar photos.
- tom moody 2-05-2010 3:07 am [add a comment]

im passed out on the floor staring up and all i see is...
- bill 2-05-2010 3:22 am [add a comment]

My grandma's house had stucco ceilings stuck with glitter. Those were fucking magical.
- L.M. 2-05-2010 3:35 am [add a comment]

a little bit eggleston and a little bit jack pierson.

im crazy about acoustical tile in general.
- bill 2-05-2010 1:26 pm [add a comment]

I remember being a kid when I saw that red ceiling Eggleston reproduced in Time magazine. It thrilled me, without knowing why it should.
- L.M. 2-05-2010 2:10 pm [add a comment]

and it connects with matisse red studio as a red monochrome. "redroom"

edit: after a little digging i found this:

And that includes the images without people. Just try forgetting Greenwood, Mississippi, 1973--which everyone calls "The Red Ceiling." There hasn't been a surface that red in art since Matisse's The Red Studio, but if anything, the Eggleston is even redder. (Eggleston disproves Matisse's idea that "the quantity of color was its quality"--that to increase the surface area covered by a given color is to increase its intensity; the peculiar sense of concentration and density conveyed by Eggleston's red could not have been extended to the scale of Matisse's painting, or of the similarly scaled photographs that some photographers have been producing in recent years.) This is another Confederate flag composition, yet at the center is not a person but a bare light bulb hanging from a garishly painted ceiling; all the more piercing in its misery. This is a transfixing, beautiful picture of a hideous place. Who could exist in such a room? A clue is supplied by the top of a poster that can be glimpsed at the bottom right corner: it seems to show a correlation between astrological signs and certain sexual positions. So this might be a brothel. Someone might have spent many a dreary working hour staring at that ceiling, and maybe no one else ever gave it a glance until this photographer showed up. As usual with Eggleston, the fact, or possible fact, remains unembroidered with commentary. As with all his best pictures, this one puts the viewer in the middle of a life one might never have chosen for oneself, which could remind us that the person whose life it is might not have chosen it either.