"Celebrating the moment that poisons your hand, reaching out for comfort and finding a curse, you could do worse. The merging of spirits walk and their hands are joined, they grow, the early nighters, stop the flow and die young." - Chris Connelly, Tribute

Lady Day, Le Petit Prince, delight in doting eyes. Fierce images and beauteous montages. Answers to the most romantic mysteries of the universe: "Truth is Beauty, Beauty Truth. That is all ye know on earth, and all ye need to know." - Keats

Andy Warhol, his romantically contrived artworks, his wonderfully kitschy Interview Magazine covers, and his Magnum Opus, Edie Sedgwick. Their days at the Factory, holidays on the streets, lustful posers, their violent delights that led to violent ends.

"On different beds do I sleep, but with no different pairs of feet do I." Her Brett Anderson, Suede, her tragically pornographic and glamorous underdogs. Her personal dose of heroine, has tried them, loved them, will have killed them as they slip away.

One for the eyes and two for the experience. Pleasing to the eye for strictly philanthropic causes. The more the merrier, Carpe Diem and seize the boys. "Too fast to live, too young to die." Who would have thought they'd find these boys here?