

Oh god, this is my life. And that makes me sad.
I’m not even trying to study/write/work. All I had to do was reply to an email. ON THE INTERNET. But nope.
Yepp, that’s me right now…
(Source: hypersolarbeam)

PLZ GURL, WE FABOO. Etc.
I dare you to find someone classier than my friends and me.
It’s true, AIN’T NOBODY CLASSIER THAN US.

To be strolling down Central Park and find Bob Dylan there.
Bob Dylan, Musician, Central Park, New York, February 10, 1965
From Richard Avedon: Photographs 1946-2004
(Source: liquidnight, via oldnewyork)

OH, TO LIVE IN THIS TIME. Check out those muscles on Neal. And Nixon’s “most dangerous man in America” doesn’t seem so scary here, asshat.
Timothy Leary (l.) and Neal Cassaday (r.) in The Magic Bus (link), NY Times photo, 1964

The way he dumped her was really idiotic but they were still so incredibly fabulous together.
Frank Sinatra and Mia Farrow at Truman Capote’s Black and White Ball, New York, 1966
(Source: updownsmilefrown, via oldnewyork)

LOVE THIS. Ginsberg + the Vietnam War counter-protest (fitting, since he was a Columbia grad) + 1950s New York.
Allen Ginsberg protesting the Vietnam War, Manhattan, 1966

So true of hipsters even today.
“Lounging in the psychedelically painted doorway of the Electric Circus, a discothèque in New Yorks East Village hippie district, a girl wears a feathered garter ($7) which goes with her Indian-style headband ($5), like the star dress ($26) they come from discothèque’s boutique.” (link)
In today’s prices:
Feathered garter: $45.20
Headband: $32.28
Star Dress: $167.87The federal minimum wage in 1967 was $1.40/hour (link.) You had to be pretty well-off to be a NYC hippie.