“There is no night life in Spain. They stay up late but they get up late. That is not night life. That is delaying the day. Night life is when you get up with a hangover in the morning. Night life is when everybody says what the hell and you do not remember who paid the bill. Night life goes round and round and you look at the wall to make it stop. Night life comes out of a bottle and goes into a jar. If you think how much are the drinks it is not night life.”
― Ernest Hemingway, 88 Poems
If you read these pages, you know that I have an interest in murals – specifically those works of wall art around the city where I live. Especially if they are reachable by bicycle.
A while back I came across an article listing the 10 Best Murals in Dallas. I had seen all of these and photographed most of them.
But I had never shot the tacky mural on the side of the San Luis Nightclub… though I had seen it. It looked like this. Amazingly sleazy – really good stuff.
Now I’m too late. It’s been painted over.
But they have put up a replacement. It’s not as sordid as its predecessor – but it’s bad enough.
Plus, instead of reclining on a pool table – she’s riding a giant beer bottle. That has to count for something.