Of course their resources are unlimited.

It doesn't matter.

They have forgotten how to dream.

"Francis' blind old nanny,Jessie Lightfoot,knitting away at the back of the studio,came as a surprise. Besides helping Francis cook - she slept on the kitchen table - Nanny provided cover for Francis' shoplifting sprees(groceries, cosmetics, and Kiwi shoe polish for his hair. Nanny also helped him organize the illicit roulette parties that paid for the copious drink and excellent food he served to his guests. The lavish tips she extorted from gamblers desperate to use the one and only lavatory helped pay off Francis' gambling debts. Supposedly she also vetted his lovers. When she died in 1951, he took against the studio and sold it - a move he would always regret. The space would linger on in his visual memory: many a triptych is set in a photographer's studio in hell."

John Richardson on a visit (circa 1946) to Francis Bacon's studio,

New York Review of Books, December 17, 2009

wrapper from a red velvet cupcake, New York City, 2009

Custom fur coat, Grand Central Station, NYNY, 2010

christmas decorations, South Philadelphia, 2010

They pushed the coyotes backwards into the mountains.

But two years later the pack returned.

It had doubled in size.

You should buff your skin until it has an eggshell finish.

They walked together through the streets of Paris,dressed as men.

That's no way to achieve clarity.