It takes a certain amount of pathological cussedness to visit Las Vegas...shimmering with both heat and the glow of thousand upon thousand of flashing lights...and shoot in black and white. Yet that's what felt right...for, to me, Vegas will always be the Vegas of lore...of Sinatra, and mobsters, and hotels that are now only a memory...even if I happen to be fixating on City Center...the sort of architectural anomaly through which Jacques Tati would happily have strolled...