Babylon, St Mark’s Place, 1972
if this photo of the payhone scene doesn’t tickle your-nostalgia-funny-bone in the best way…then you need to check into the lightenup-rehab (they have that now—for people who’ve lost their sense-of-humor & appreciation for stupid meaningless funny bullshite like this, because really: how many more cokeheads & sex-addicts are left to treat at this decade?
Tim Kreider on the decline and fall of the book cover: http://nyr.kr/12Ee5Wy
“Soon enough, book covers, like album covers before them—like albums themselves, or sheet music for popular songs, or dance cards—will be a quaint, old-timey thing you have to explain to the uninterested young, and there’ll be one fewer excuse to strike up conversations with pretty strangers on the subway.”
Illustration by Laurent Cilluffo.
…and there’ll be one fewer excuse to strike up conversations with pretty strangers on the subway.
That’s a shame. I hate to think of a place with no time for schlepping—no carrying of favorite books or albums, a world without the cover of ‘To Kill A Mockingbird’ or ‘Sgt. Pepper’.
Call Vidal Sassoon, looks like LVMH stole his scissors.
Cutshall says, Bob called me and he just dressed my ass down. He said, ‘There’s not one thing on that bike you can break that I can’t fix, so get out there and ride’.
Bicycling Magazine tells the beautiful story of a man named Scott Cutshall (Large Fella On A Bicycle) and Bob Brown, who built a stranger a bicycle that saved Scott’s life. It’s simple and wonderful at the same time, quite like this short film from 1945.
Find out more information about this title at: britishcouncil.org/film.