American Vernacular Landscapes

The noise from the street was pretty unreal Saturday night. Chanting, singing, it sounded like the night before the big bowl game on fraternity row. There were games of “Red Rover” echoing down the block. Finally I went downstairs to look, expecting some massive bachelor party, clusters of guys in curved-bill baseball caps milling about Ludlow. Instead it was Santas. Hundreds and hundreds of Santas.

Thus my first introduction to Santacon.

photo by lugo lounge