The opening sequence of “The Hangover” is a mesmerizing depiction of the Las Vegas downtown as a lazy urban eruption, unfit for daylight. Danzig’s “Thirteen”, playing in the background, can only add to the implicit spleen. When I first saw it, I immediately thought back of the flashes I caught myself, while walking along Fremont Street. Here’s a few.
This Maltese hotel is a prime example of how ugly the architecture gets once you abandon the dusty yet charming streets of the small cities that are dotted throughout the Mediterranean island. Between Mdina and La Valletta (although I’m not 100% sure of this rough geographic localization) is this plain, boxy memento of the present.