Boy, you’d really flounder about in the aquarium phone booth, wouldn’t you? It was installed by two artists for the French Lyon Light Festival, to make a statement about the phone booths that litter our streets, laying dormant save for sex phone-line leaflet hander-outers.
I wonder what the bass was like on that phone after it was drowned with water? I expect it needs a good tuna-up. [The Pirata via Avulsion via Unconsumption via Dudecraft]
