Gee, but this is a fucked up photo, I’m not even sure what to say. The thing on the left, near the rear seems to have wandered in from a Diane Arbus shoot somewhere in the neighborhood, the lady with the balloons, lord only knows, the sad ass queen on the right, probably a bank president. My guess it this was taken in New Orleans, Lundi Gras night (the night before Fat Tuesday when the all the most decedent balls are happening). I can remember coming into my own joint at six a.m. and finding some of the ugliest and most vile human couplings imaginable, right there in the bar, post- AIDS. Of course, this could just as well have be in New York, Wichita, or Gila Bend, Arizona. Anyone wanna guess?
Wine and vermouth is the drink of choice, so they are some quality drunks to be sure. Also I would hate to see what was under those balloons if they were popped. Queenie kind of looks like my dad, loser that he is.
not enough style for New Orleans, hon..i vote for Amarillo TX…
My guess, Cheshire, CT. The “bank pres” is Leg’s dad.
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