Clint Cline ~ The Grand

I loved this the moment I saw the pin-striped, mottled blue sky, the phased-moon discs floating in the heavens, the strange hotel jutting boldly into space, proclaiming HOTEL GRAND, the bright concentric energy bands …

And then I scrolled down and saw her candy-striped long-stockinged legs. And the dancing shoes. In a halo of light.


Mamouna by Bryan Ferry. Don’t ask me why, because I don’t know.