I couldn’t imagine living in a tiny, nothing little place in the Himalayan Mountains. I didn’t ever want to live in any place where you couldn’t drive down the road and see drive-ins and giant ice cream cones and walk-in hot dogs and motel signs flashing!
Warhol/Popism
Vacant, vacuous Hollywood was everything I ever wanted to mold my life into. Plastic. White-on-white.
ibid
THE NORTH RIDING PROJECT 
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