The above statues have the honor and distinction of being the subconscious inspiration for my concept of the New Las Vegas. Originally standing at the two entrances of the RA nightclub at the Luxor, they have since been removed and lost as to their location. They were, I believe, created by a man named Daniel Miller. I had never stayed in Las Vegas until in the recent past shortly before digital cameras became available. The woman I married had sublimated her avocation of photography to the mundane and - to me - the miserable existence of raising two sons amid a broken marriage. Since I was addicted to an appreciation of the visual arts, and being a writer, fully understanding the creative urge, I encouraged her to become again involved in her artistic pursuits.
Encouraging creativity in others is almost a vocation with me. She bought a camera and so did I although I knew nothing about photography or cameras but in short order I was immersed in study and practice. At the same time I became in a small way obsessed with seeing this phenomenon called Las Vegas in detail.
We stayed a week at the Luxor and as I explored the hotel and the city, one morning, on my own I wandered the uninhabited portions of the casino and its environs and came upon the closed and, except for me, uninhabited environs of the entrance. These two sculptures stood guard. I gasped and said "Las Vegas is for me." I went and got my camera, a film device, and returned and took many pictures. No one stopped me. Flash attachments now at the Luxor are rewarded with fat-bellied idiots coming up to you and snarling at you to stop. How these dolts react these days to iphones taking pictures all over the place I don't know. However I was not bothered. Continuing my explorations I came across in an almost hidden portion of the huge arena a second entrance to the RA with two more statues, similar to these. I took pictures of them also, my cup now filled with delight and my cock now filled with jizz.
After a few years we both upgraded to digital slr's. My first item of business after getting one was to return to the Luxor to really get down to business photographing these four women with all manner of mood-inducing creativity.
The sculptures were gone. The RA had closed down forever and the guardians outside it were...well, who knows what happened to them. They certainly never reappeared at some other venue, not at the Luxor and not in the town itself.
This ignited a simmering resentment that many years later resulted in this blog. I was determined to avenge these magnificent creatures, now lost to the world's slavering lust-chasers.
Farewell, my pretties, I shall remake the entire city in your images or I shall die trying.
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