I'm almost embarrassed to promote this arguably the ugliest sculpture on Peachtree Street. As an example of a total lack of taste and an apotheosis of kitschiness, it stands in front of the Atlanta Symphony Hall. For those who are not familiar with the sculpture, this is a leftover from the "beautification" of the city to the 1996 Olympics. The sculpture is an amorphous giant half-torsoed head composed of the mannequins. Despite an almost physical aversion, I kept coming back, knowing a hidden shot waits for me somewhere in there. I just need to find it. Finally, one day I squeezed myself inside the head and saw the shot. Since then, you got to pay me to be anywhere near this "sculpture".