Vegas. It is one of the sexiest words out there. Say it out loud, Vegas. It’s Fear and Loathing, Swingers, a Hangover, Sin, Money, Heathen lifestyle = hotness. Here is a small painting of the Trump International Hotel and Tower, and below, a shot of my gorgeous fiancé.
After the jump, some crazy comments and a visual dance through Vegas, Borbay style.
Artist Lora Sanders ripping it up, Wynn club style. I had to drop some nastiness to get us in there, but hey, how many cool cats do you know that wear an ear piece?
Independence Day style sky at about 6AM, Wynn and the Encore. While dining at the Encore, I wondered out loud how long the contemporary, well-lit red casino design would last. The hostess (Asian woman) interrupted me to say, “Steve Wynn likes it like this, because Asians like this lighting and color scheme, and they dump the most money into his casinos, especially in Macau.” I shit you not. Classy.
Trump, which is behind the footprint of the old Frontier, is somehow visible dead center from the Southern part of the strip.
Click your heels, close your eyes, reach out and grab this mimosa.
My lady and me rocking the Elvis.
Sent this to US Weekly.
Congratulations! I am the 1,000,000th person to take this photograph.
You can see it from space, you can also see it from its base. Luxor light baby.
Signs, lights, visual crack for this guy.
My gorgeous wife-to-be, rockin it out at our home away from home… NY, NY, where we saw Zumanity.
Though I never officially joined a gang, it doesn’t stop me from throwing signs so I look cool on my Facebook photos.
Patterns of lights. Stained glass feels different in Vegas than it does, in say, a Roman Catholic Church.
Get your ACE on playboy.
T-Rump from a distance with a rolling sky, high contrast, making things look artsy. Thank you iPhoto sliders.
Jack is keeping a straight face, he knows he has made many alcoholics in his tenure.
This sign is actually a front for a coke dealing ring, did you know that?
The face of shame, a slob swims for slot feeder in front of Caesars…
Living the Hangover, this guy proceeded to elicit the attention of security. Moments later, he fell out of the fountain and ran away in a shuffle I can only close my eyes, see, and laugh about.
Cut marble, uncut model.
The Rio, post brunch restroom sign art entitled, “You will need me momentarily in a serious way”.
Bob Rauschenberg in a hotel lobby… so, artists, worry not, there is no shame in where you get paid to have your work laid.
Dancing water mystifying the masses.
From the pool lounge, Trump International.
The couple, poolside, about to leave Vegas for the icy shores of Manhattan.
A. B. C. You Vegas.