There’s something so serendipitous about Nathan using film to capture Georgetown. The neighborhood has always been rough around the edges, but with that comes an unexpected wealth of creativity.
When I was a kid in the early-80’s, my aunt and uncle lived in the old Rainier Warehouse with artists and other young creatives who didn’t mind sharing a bathroom down the hall. I relished the times they’d let me place a penny on the rail road tracks and wait to hear if the train had smashed it. Down at the end of the hall to their flat, stood a chest plate created completely from smashed coins on those tracks.