A more direct imago of the Cold War than this was surely never dreamt, let alone drawn. In one hotel room, the most hippy-esque of American Dreams, in another, darkly uniformed figures. Hotel E(urope) calling… What now?
A more direct imago of the Cold War than this was surely never dreamt, let alone drawn. In one hotel room, the most hippy-esque of American Dreams, in another, darkly uniformed figures. Hotel E(urope) calling… What now?
