I have to say that Las Vegas is an unusual place. I do not agree with A. A. Gill. You can read his story here. I will not detail all his complaints, but the main one seems to be that he had a fight with a stripper. From his account it sounds as though the stripper was in the right.
Gill thought Vegas was trashy with no redeeming features. I don’t agree. I wonder if he dined in some of the fine restaurants, or spoke to some of the people enjoying the shows here.
I certainly found it sad to see people begging on the streets, particularly on the pedestrian bridges. Every city has beggars, which does not make the situation any less sad. I chatted to a lady today who was begging on the bridge leading in to The Palazzo. She had a little with her, which I admit was the reason I stopped and gave her some money. The dog was hard to see, curled up black and tiny next to a toy on her lap.
It was hot out there on the bridge, but she had a little shade for her and the dog. Also a water dish, and a little basket, worn but cared for and just what a small dog ought to have. She said the dog had been vaccinated; I think her mom paid for that to be done. Whoever it was, I’m thankful for that. Where was AA Gill when that happened?
This is the older gambling hub of Las Vegas. This is the area where Bond (Sean Connery) drives a Mustang in a car chase in ‘Diamonds are Forever‘.
It is hard not to love the idea of artificial sky indoors. The clouds move, perhaps depending on their mood?
The above sylvan bed of moss and leaves was the first thing I saw in the Venetian. Followed by some giant fake leaves….above a real water feature…
Outside, I love the colour of the Nevada sky. Stand by for more…
Well hello readers. The post today comes from a university in the middle of Sydney. I gather it’s a centre of excellence for design. A pity there is no open space at all. Even the huge open spaces inside modern looking buildings seem closed and airless. One can actually cut the warm, stuffy air with a knife in places. in some of these places it actually smells. Not very welcoming. One can also enjoy fellow human beings sprawled as though unconscious around the few sticks of furniture. Oddly, there seem to be no mobile phone ringtones going off: this in contrast to Saturday night at the opera where some fool’s iphone went off at the start of Violetta’s death scene in Verdi’s La Traviata. I’m not sure why performance spaces are so tolerant of this. They claim not to be tolerant of it, but the warning to patrons about turning the things off is so wet that most of them don’t even notice. It usually can’t be heard above the pre curtain going up chatter, and in any case most of the patrons are more interested in talking about themselves at this point anyway.