Neon and Concrete
Thursday, September 04, 2008
There's something so endearing about the iconography of the 1890s.
, for example.
, to my experience, is overrated...though past recipes were likely more potent.
This is one of my favorite old record finds...not exactly how I recall the Tenderloin
, but again, the gloss of musicals, of singing whores and vice squads. It's about the
Tenderloin of New York, reimagined by Robert Griffith.
The beautiful fakery o
f the stage.
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