Back in my day all you needed to be a cannibal was a chainsaw, blackout curtains, and a dream. Not like nowadays when everyone expects you to wear a ten thousand dollar Armani suit and deliver epic monologues about the nature of humanity. We made the best damn sausage and chili in the county and that's how we liked it. It's gettin' so you can't even afford abandoned houses in an isolated back road anymore, I tell you what. We shoulda known something was up the first time they started serving people with wine. Now look at us, they gentrified cannibalism is what happened.
Brian Eno poses in his Drake Hotel room in New York in August of 1974.
After a routine session, he said he needed test shots for a possible Playgirl pictorial and stripped down for to have them taken.
Photo credit: Linda D. Robbins
Marsha P. Johnson, co-founder of Street Transvestite Action Revolutionaries, at a gay rights demonstration in Albany, New York, March 14, 1971. Photo by Diana Davies.