Flamingo. Las Vegas, September 1959.
On the attraction board: Betty Grable, Harvey Stone, Harry James - 9/24/59. Photo: Manis Collection, UNLV.
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Flamingo. Las Vegas, September 1959.
On the attraction board: Betty Grable, Harvey Stone, Harry James - 9/24/59. Photo: Manis Collection, UNLV.
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Las Vegas, Christmas 1958. Fremont St by Golden Gate Casino and Las Vegas Club. Thanks: Jeroen Morriën
Your life is not an episode of Skins. Things will never look quite as good as they do in a faded, sun-drenched Polaroid; your days are not an editorial from Lula. Your life is not a Sofia Coppola movie, or a Chuck Palahniuk novel, or a Charles Bukowski poem. Grace Coddington isn’t your creative director. Bon Iver and Joy Division don’t play softly in the background at appropriate moments. Your hysterical teenage diary isn’t a work of art. Your room probably isn’t Selby material. Your life isn’t a Tumblr screencap. Every word that comes out of your mouth will not be beautiful and poignant, infinitely quotable. Your pain will not be pretty. Crying till you vomit is always shit. You cannot romanticize hurt. Or sadness. Or loneliness. You will have homework, and hangovers and bad hair days. The train being late won’t lead to any fateful encounters, it will make you late. Sometimes your work will suck. Sometimes you will suck. Far too often, everything will suck - and not in a Wes Anderson kind of way. And there is no divine consolation - only the knowledge that we will hopefully experience the full spectrum - and that sometimes, just sometimes, life will feel like a Coppola film.
Yayoi Kusama with Infinity Mirrored Room - Love Forever installed for the 1966 solo exhibition Peep Show/Endless Love Show at Castellane Gallery, New York
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