Every single shot is a dazzling commentary, worthy of its own essay. Unfortunately, a stiff neck has left me with limited typing ability, so you'll have to muse on your own.
Do consider these images and marvel at how conservative we Americans have become. I remember when no one hesitated to light a joint in a bar here in Cleveland back in the 80s. Try that now and they'd put you in front of a firing squad.
Goddamn moral majority.
Thanks to Funtasticus for pointing me to Tannenbaum's wonderful photo essay and thanks to Steve McQueen for turning me onto Funtasticus.
Anyone have a stiff neck remedy? Ouch!
I received an anonymous comment on this topic that I'd like to share:
Interestingly enough, there was a disco called Night Moves at Playhouse Square that was the Studio 54 of Cleveland. My former wife and I would finish our work on a Saturday, change clothes, smoke a joint or few, then head down there to dance until breakfast.
Coke snowed from the private rooms. Sex on the couches in the back. Boys and girls, girls and girls, boys and boys. Cock and pussy for the taking, and everyone took. Anything, everything went. Once in a while they held a Bare-AS-You-Dare evening which was mostly naked and body paint and fast fucking on the floor.
A little slice of heaven in downtown Cleveland never to be recaptured again, I'm afraid.
And I missed it? Damn.