Hopperesque
Sunday, 19 August 2012
Saturday, 18 August 2012
One Broken Promise at a Time
Lonesome's a whole other thing. Incurable. Terminal. A hole in your heart you could drive a semi truck through. So big and so deep that no amount of money or whiskey or pussy or dope in the whole goddam world can fill it up because you dug it yourself and your digging it still, one lie, one disappointment and one broken promise at a time.
I'll Never Get Out of this World Alive
Steve Earle
2011
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Andreas Feininger
Thursday, 16 August 2012
Wednesday, 15 August 2012
Tuesday, 14 August 2012
Sunday, 12 August 2012
Saturday, 11 August 2012
Thursday, 9 August 2012
Mojave Noir
A long dusty parade route of fraternal lodges, cheap motels and cross streets with names that beckon - North Star and Lupine and Ocotillo- The front yards with pit-bulls that tell you to forget about it. Then there's the town itself split in half by the age old conflict of violence and beauty.
Carrying us into the empty white heat of the Mojave, as we meet and come to know the modern nomads who turn to the west for salvation only to be devoured by it's false promise.
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