The Photojournalism Continues

This picture was on a canvas bag. If you have any ideas as to what it could possibly mean, I'd love to hear them.







You have two choices... barely.







Buy any Kid's Meal at the Lotteria and receive a Milk-Squirting Spring-Mounted Box-Shaped Farm Friend!








Club Womb... a warm, safe place.









This place was only SLIGHTLY less questionable than "Dogs' Nuts Coffee" next door.








Anatomy of a Cartoon Construction Worker! (Have I mentioned that everything here is a cartoon? Sometimes I feel like I'm trapped in Roger Rabbit's Toontown.) 1) Silly Helmet. 2) Absurd smile I have never seen on ANY Korean laborer. 3) Batman-grade utility belt. 4) Mickey Mouse gloves. 5) Clown-like shoes.







And this one goes out to all the Olympians in the audience tonight: I photographed these hair-care bottles in one of Korea's famous "Love Motels." Because if you don't already smell like sex after spending time there, you can wash your hair in the liquefied essence of the Sex God himself!



I don't know what C.V.S. stands for here, but I'm sure it ISN'T "Consumer Value Store" or "Convenience, Value, and Service." Nevertheless, a moment of knee-jerk panic overcame me momentarily when I saw this sign.


Also, I can't help but share a short conversation I had with one of my elementary school students earlier today right before class. (Note One: Dog is sometimes eaten here, but mostly only by older, more "traditional" Koreans at special restaurants. Note Two: "Gresh" is the "English name" that this boy chose for himself, which all of his peers think is VERY STRANGE.)

Teacher Chris: Have you ever eaten dog?
Gresh: No, not dog... dog is dirty.
Teacher Chris: Haha, okay.
Gresh: I eat my sister's skin.
Teacher Chris: Ewwwww...
Gresh: No, it's delicious. Like a potato.