Backlit by the flicker of old marquee lights, the mural stretches across crumbling brick in a dreamscape of painterly florals and gilded nostalgia. Jasmine vines twist like smoke around the edges, soft and haunting. Magnolia blossoms burst in pale cream and blush tones, wide and fragrant, as though dipped in candlelight. And nestled low in the composition, clusters of waterlilies float like promises across a golden, abstracted stage, their petals catching glimmers of imaginary footlights. Framing it all is an art deco flourish of gold trim—ornamental borders that mimic vintage theater posters, with delicate flourishes that curve like cat’s claws. If you look closely, you might even catch ghostly silhouettes hidden in the flowers: a cane, a fedora, the trace of a smile lined in crimson. Kitty and Mel Maxwell’s influence isn’t just present—it drips from the petals. It’s theatrical. It's sultry. It's Hellwood glamor at its finest. And it's quickly becoming the selfie spot for sinners and stars alike. Don’t be surprised if you catch a queue of demons with feather boas and phonograph filters lining up for their shot. See more