New York City, 1989. This is not an 80’s rom com.
Was it really that busy on every shitty side street back then? Was trash really pilled that high that way? All those treasures? There are streets with shapes and positions I've never seen before. The gallery is in a part of town so dangerous that people are stealing things in front of all the limousines parked outside.
We see how they really got their hair big and curly in this decade, we see a man take Polaroids of what he watches on tv, we see a woman sing on stage in yellowface, in bubble wrap, in a bathtub, we hear male orgasm message machines. Supreme drag
Making love while…