Las Vegas, Nevada – July 31, 2013
Can I just be a tourist for a while? Is that okay?
I am in awe of this town, to say the awful truth. I strive to be sage and sagacious, but for most of my time in Sin City, this trip and every trip, I am simply agog. I go where no one goes. I see what no one sees – the things no one in the Sucker-milking business wants you to see. But I go where everyone else goes, too – the Arias, the Wynns, the Belagios – but even then I think I see everything no one else even seems to be looking for.
That’s why I get paid the big bucks. For sure. And I will quarry for the corresponding smug attitude, should I ever actually make any big bucks. Until then I am like you, slogging through endless miles of man-made commercial desert questing after a bottle of spring water that costs less than an hour’s wages.
I take pictures, too, just like you. I have tons of back-of-the-house shots from all over town, along with many of those scenes no one wants for you to see from outside of ‘The Resort Corridor.’ I have tourist pictures, too, especially of remarkable works of art and decor. But my favorite tourist pictures are simply pictures of tourists. You’re setting up the shot of the kids with a living model of Super Mario who needs to get his costume to the dry-cleaner and I’m setting up a shot of you taking the photo.
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