What a strange vintage we are. Constantly needing to photograph each thing, each moment. What other species demands to self archive everything? The same information, experiences, places visually captured over and over again. What do we expect to learn from it; from taking a picture of it all?
Nov 23, 2010
Somehow II
There I sat as one girl played the piano, while another played a violin drinking a glass of whisky. Every girl in the place was wearing an evening gown and had their hair done up. While I had heard of hostess bars like this, being in one while my Japanese friends joked around was rather sureal.
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