I got to make a pit-stop at this gem of a good place on my way to Atlanta. South of the Border is a mostly vacant, minimally functioning rest stop. It feels more like an archeological site with beyond kitsch fossils dispersed throughout. While kitsch representations and the environment of theme parks are usually rich material for my work; this strange place is too easy to make fun of.
I expected to walk away with some ideas for work. I only walked away with a Y2K mug.