Bohemia ain't what it used to be. Rampant faux-bohemianism has replaced lush and mainlining with gelato and yoga and Brangelina forbid you've been up all night with your reprobate pals when you oughta be waking up to dress the tot (adopted or homemade) in a Ramones T-shirt for Daddy Day. The urban landscape is lousy with FoBos because the real ones WENT AND DIED. Thankfully la bohème elite left behind lots of evidence as both creators and subjects. Bukowski and Burroughs pays tribute to two late literary outlaws, as well as their living conspirators. Sam Cherry is a 95-years-young photographer who took lots of gritty black-and-whites of Buk in the '60s and '70s, San Fran's Black Cat Café in the '40s and L.A.'s Skid Row in the '80s. He is a wizard of light and shadow whose subjects never ate gelato. Paired up with Cherry's earthy pics is the Left... More >>>