We wanted to share this charming label found in many of our books for #TBT. It dates to a time when the library was known as the Public Library of the City of Detroit (before 1865).. We love the wording, but love the five cent fine for grease spots even more.
Hope you enjoy this as much as we do!
Wow, they were pretty hard core about fines - 5 cents for dog-earring a page!
Can you tell us the period of your life when you were documenting the “sex piers” ofNew York located between Westside highway and the Hudson River, from what I gather it was a pretty intense time?
I would say it was the time when the sexual revolution was at its peak. It is strange and sad that with the outbreak of Aids many hopes and dreams about sexual or any kind of freedom got shattered. In the early eighties there was little fear of such a devastating epidemical outbreak. New York was boasting with its sexual vibration. Every nightclub and even the streets where full of exotics, sexual misfits and freaks. The society was still hungry for all kinds of different artistic expressions. It was a time when a real change in taste, attitude, expression or style came from the streets into the media and not vice versa as it is today. Life wasn’t as organized and people weren’t so obsessed with health, money and fame. In the seventies and early eighties it was hard to find anyone who didn’t smoke, drink, abuse drugs or fuck with a condom. And the moral opposition didn’t have much to object about it. Nobody cared about them. The Sex piers at the West Side Highway was one of the many places that demonstrated that “I do what I want”-spirit. Of cause it was more secluded and purely for homosexuals. Not even the drag queens where welcomed there. But it was an anarchistic-like playground for people getting out of the closet to let their steam off.
The hero’s of that time where Bukowski, Burroughs, Crump or the Sid Vicious and not Lady Gaga, Harry Potter, Lagerfeld or that royal sister, what’s her name?
I’m sort of tempted to see the James Brown movie, but I think I’ll wait because I’m pretty sure I’ll be disappointed because they’re probably going to leave most of the good stuff out. I understand, of course. Instead maybe I’ll watch the SINGLE GREATEST HOUR OF TELEVISION EVER MADE. Seriously, “Missing Hours” is full bonkers. I don’t understand how this is not the most celebrated episode of any TV series ever. It was, by the way, written by Thomas Disch, but it’s also Miami Vice. And it guest stars James fuckin Brown. Television was pretty much over after this aired. It straddles that razor-thin line between being so genius that it’s actually beyond the ability of most people to comprehend and completely bad and goofy. The hallucination scenes are magnificent.