|—||Great Expectations by Charles Dickens (via pureblyss)|
It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold; when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade
Coney Island Beauty Contest, 1935.
The Wanda Jackson
The Strip, 1968 — Denise Scott Brown and Robert Venturi
When I was a kid, Las Vegas casinos still smelled like pee and hookers. Those were glorious times.