Whether you love it, hate it, or object to the idea of it, the Cecil is a mainstay of Vancouver lore. Especially among males. I was walking over the bridge trying to finish my roll of film and the billboard caught my eye (say what you will about why). I noticed the sign marking the end of days for the Cecil and needed to document it.
Interestingly, this shot is one of the only ones on the roll that turned out alright - I can never predict what happens with cross process, but this roll pushed to pink more than any I've ever shot. I wonder if the constant heat over the past month had anything to do with it - my camera was in the sun a lot. But many just became washed out red scapes, like you were looking through that old cellophane that came with your favorite Transformer so you could read its stats.