We have come to photograph this real thing. But the dive bar is not a movie set- years of dust from the cotton harvest of the farms nearby have caked into the wood siding outside, and those layers are too real of a detail for an art department to capture. We very well could be inside a cliche Americana film scene as envisioned by cosmopolitan advertising agency people from New York. We’re seated at a dive bar in rural Oklahoma, drinking 4 dollar beers under a neon Miller Lite sign. ![]() ![]() ![]() It’s the night of my birthday, pre-Covid.
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