"The papers and everybody else would have said how fine and democratic for a Larrabee to marry the chauffeur's daughter, but would they praise the chauffeur's daughter? No. Democracy can be a wickedly unfair thing. Nobody poor was ever called democratic for marrying someone rich."
magnificent——hard to weave two separate subjects so well. i think there’s an intersection of aids and the opioid epidemic, when you display the most primitive and ferocious emotions, usually love, sometimes rage. how nan goldins life happened to be in the crossroad of both is both a blessing and tragedy. the inextinguishable anguish. beautiful.