What happened to this kind of rundown, $29.99/night motel?Okay, so Laura and I went scuzzy motel-hunting for her 70s, sleaze themed photo shoot – think Jude Law’s nanny escapades set in the type of motels where cigarette burned comforters are a selling point and cum-stained walls a built-in feature.
Getting dirty looks from shit-faced employees in the offices wasn’t bad enough. The worst part is that it seems like those motels don’t exist anymore – at least in Toronto, Ontario, Canada. Since when did motels collectively decide to ditch the broken neon signs and shag carpet? Don’t these people have any appreciation for the past? The paisley print yellowing wallpaper, the green shag carpet turned gray with layers of smoke, the shower drains that fungii have been calling home since ’77 – gone. Simply gone.
It’s upsetting. It’s like painting over the past. I mean, it’s like us pretending that the 80′s gym craze in fashion never occurred. It happened. It’s over. But that spandex leopard bodysuit with pink piping still lives on.
