1218 N Damen 3 Bed/3 Bath 00/mo Available August 1st, 2010 Call Fred at 113-720-7229 Right in the heart of Wicker Park. Sun-drenched, 3 bed, 3 bath penthouse duplex with garage parking for one car included. Large bedrooms, hardwood floors throughout. Two large decks, shared common yard. Huge master bedroom with two closets and attached bath. Large, open living space with great big windows with downtown views. This special home will not last long.
Video Rating: 5 / 5

The visual is a synopsis of Gene Lee’s encounters with Wicker Park residents, visitors, and transients. The music is Charles Worthington’s project, Peri. The song title is “Juhyo,” which is a Japanese word for snow covered trees that look like monsters. Yet another Wicker Park historical documentary.
Video Rating: 4 / 5

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8 Responses to “Huge Wicker Park 3 Bed/3 Bath Penthouse Duplex with Two Decks and Garage Parking”

  1. richardosiz says:

    i think he is an enlightened free soul. it odvious x

  2. ROSEMARiiaznprd says:

    shut the fuc k up u dumb fag
    who cares if he is dancing around an shit its none of ur buisness leave him alone god i hate people like you …
    gene lee is like best at least his brave enough to jus wear his underwear and dance in the streets and not the hurting anyone is he !!

  3. rainbogirl420 says:

    Bravo I totally loved this it is a beautiful and artistic look into the reality that surrounds us all.

  4. Rokolith says:

    Wow, was this all real or did you do this with a theater class or something? anyways it was really interesting, even thought i had no idea what it was at first

  5. ferblin says:

    You don’t know what you’re talking about. You might think you do, but you don’t.

  6. dalton10 says:

    No need to be an asshole to that guy.

  7. AliceCrow11 says:

    and of course when I say too little comfort, I do not mean in the Comfortable sense. I mean comraderie, compassion, connection between humans. That lost connection later replaced with cyber-friendship.

  8. AliceCrow11 says:

    trippy strange encounters where you know not who the narrator is, nor who the hero. All are hells dogs and Gods messengers. The obscurity, the visual fierceness and underlying utter isolation make for a powerful look in to what is ultimately wrong with the world: too much longing and not not enough love. too little comfort and too much exposure to the brute sheet metal. Bravo. You are a great commentator.

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