i start to figure out how to survive in the city. people aren't so different than the ones back home -- guarded, straightforward, honest, hard-working people who elude self-defeat. the city has a way of weeding out the weak. and if you manage to survive, you'll find yourself also living above the endless pursuit.
Some stars from my journals
Sharon Tate at her Wedding Day, 1968.🎀
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nina hartmann / laura benson
Guess who finally visited God’s Own Junkyard? The embodiment of my aesthetic.
Masuo Ikeda, Sky Wall, 1968
The city is very efficient at chewing things up and picking meat off the bones.