Photographed by Haskell Wexler, Helen Levitt & Jack Couffer.
"False dream. To break the prison of the body, be what you never were, a dream of oils & unguents, of tender metamorphosis, nicotine heaven & the four winds of magic. And what if the magic turns -- as magic does -- into the cold & painful & fantastic? A dream of chemical skin, of love without sweat, the perfection of immortal hair, the vision that dreams of downtown voyages, among all the cut-rate treasures of the world...In a bed, four-cornered as a grave, I dream of resurrection in a party dress."