Chipped white paint and encroaching rust conceals the beautiful pieces of art from the people who glance and quickly walk past Photoville. I went around 6:15pm, right when the sun was getting ready to set. The sun hit the storage containers and a warm light lit up the photos and descriptions found right before you walked inside. #37, NO WAHALA, IT’S ALL GOOD caught my eye at first glance. Some of the photos were placed roughly in front of collage backgrounds filled with patterns. They were’t hung up perfectly like some in other containers and that’s what stood out to me. On top of the black paint inside, the pages that created the collage and the photo descriptions that wrapped around the creases created its own grungy and creative atmosphere.