Friday, January 21, 2011

Kill Them All

Worship your own body and beauty and sexual allure and you will always feel ugly, and when time and age start showing, you will die a million deaths before they finally plant you.

Yes, in those palmy, distant days, the very summit of impeccable, unmatchable, glacial suavity was represented by a pack of filterless Kools, opened from the bottom, accompanied by Ohio Blue Tip matches, the original kind you could strike on the wall, on your shoe, or on your stubble.

He wanted all his subjects to be pleased with his photographs, whether it was an S&M guy shoving nails in his dick or a glamorous socialite.