One of the ugliest summers on record is finally over, and not a moment too soon. In honor of the fall, both seasonally and spiritually, here’s my September Playlist.
It’s wrong how much this turns me on.
Like, I wanna get fucked from behind against one of these machines in the back hallway of some shitty dive bar, and then right afterwards, yank one of those levers, tear open the pack with my teeth, and let him light my cigarette as I pull my underwear back on.
Hot damn, I gotta get back to New Orleans.
(Photo by the brilliant Clayton Cubbitt)
Geographical and astronomical illustrations from the mid-1800s
by John Philipps Emslie
(several via Wellcome Library, London)
I am forever obsessed with maps.