Vonnegut and Wolfe.
(sorry don’t know the photographer)
I adore this photograph.
Likely taken on Cape Cod.
Burroughs, Jean-Michel Basquiat and Debbie Harry
Robert Crumb, photographed by Art Shay
Truman Capote, New Orleans. 1947. by Henri Cartier-Bresson
“It seems wherever I go there is drama. People are like lice - they get under your skin and bury themselves there. You scratch and scratch until blood comes, but you can’t get permanently deloused. Everywhere I go people are making a mess of their lives. Everyone has his private tragedy.”
- Henry Miller in Tropic of Cancer (1934)
If Jack Kerouac is remembered for one thing, it’s got to be his high school football career
Think Knut Hamsun was fun to hang out with? I don’t.