This might be my least favorite because it kind of looks like what I imagine AIDS looks like inside your body. Thus it's a complete success.
Tania calls them “zombie kids.” She was one of them. They’re not allowed on the casino floor proper, so they just kind of wander around the fringes in a dazed stupor, unsupervised, while their parents waste their college fund at the craps table. They’re an inconspicuous fixture in the shadows at the edges of every casino, just like the half filled drinks you find in the ashtrays at the exits. I’m not sure why Tania loves Vegas with the memories she has. Alone, wandering around, knee high, sober but sleepless, lights out… But she still laughs her ass off at the zombie kids we see in every casino. Tania has certainly taught me how to enjoy their sad little existence.
And I can’t help but imagine that one of my favorite elements in every casino, the carpets, has something to do with the stupor the zombie children are in. Staring at that shit for too long has got to have some sort of negative psychological effect, right? In fact I’ve heard that the reason casino carpet is so ghastly and crazy is so you don’t look down. I guess if you’re looking down, you’re not seeing all the possible ways you can lose money? Sneaky devils. I, on the other hand, spend a lot of time looking at the floor. “Who designs this shit?” I always wonder. It’s marvelous. Technicolor barf. Diarrhea of design. I get kind of high off it. It makes me dizzy. That’s why I think it has to have at least some effect on the zombie kids? It can’t be good for you.
Anyway, over the years, I’ve enjoyed taking photos of the crazy designs (or lack thereof) that cover the floors of every casino. Don’t ask me what hotels these carpets are from. As you can imagine, taking pictures of this shit kind of fucks you up. Being a casino carpet photographer is even more dangerous than being a captive wildlife photographer. More on that later. Check out this gallery of spew.
For some reason all I hear is Robert Palmer.
Whoa someone broke the Mondrian and then left it out in the rain.
Ooga booga! I'm in a pot of boiling water in the jungle and the cannibals are going to eat me! Don't look down!
Aside from the blindingly bright red color, this one you can almost look at. Which makes it a failure in the world of casino carpet design.
Did Thomas Campbell do this one?
More AIDS, exploding eggs, farting kiwis, glowing sea slugs, blue pubic hair—this one gets a fuckin' A+.
Shakey's pizza parlor? And what's with the attempt at "order" and "shapes" and shit?