This is what Jill and I were doing in the late winter of 1994, when we were supposed to be reading Lord Jim for the first time. We thought it was fantastic fun to sort of roam around and take pictures of ourselves doing things right next to signs telling us not to do those things. And then getting the hell out of there before we got caught. If there had been a sign somewhere in San Francisco that said PLEASE DON’T READ LORD JIM CAREFULLY FROM COVER TO COVER, we would totally have read it. But there wasn’t – so we didn’t.
My favorite thing about this picture is how obvious it is that we were way too chickenshit to ever climb that wall. You can almost see the little thought bubbles saying “let’s just sort of hold on to the top and jump and kind of hover there long enough to take the picture. It’ll look like we really climbed the wall, right?”
Happy Thursday, everyone!