Immaculate Vulgarity — The Haunting Images of Tyler Wintermute’s San Francisco.

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“ We had taken some mushrooms and went to the Safeway out on Ocean Beach — the people inside were a horrible sight. Jaws drooped, fingers dangled, bodies contorted in harsh angles, eyes seemed ancient and paranoid. I turned to Tyler, who I could see was feeling the effects, too, and said — “I feel like we are in one of your paintings.”