"One night at two in the morning, Alice was in the art department trying to master photography under artificial light. She had on black velvet overalls and spike-heeled lizard pumps, and she was taking pictures of the department’s anatomy skeleton, which she had arranged so that it was reclining on the floor, reading the Sunday comics, and drinking a can of tomato juice through a straw. As she adjusted the lights she was interrupted by a ‘plump little girl in a pink wool skirt, Braemar sweater and pearls’ who looked at the photo session, looked at Alice, and said, ‘You don’t live right.’ - from the article Alice in Jungleland by Alex Carnevale published in This Recording.

"One night at two in the morning, Alice was in the art department trying to master photography under artificial light. She had on black velvet overalls and spike-heeled lizard pumps, and she was taking pictures of the department’s anatomy skeleton, which she had arranged so that it was reclining on the floor, reading the Sunday comics, and drinking a can of tomato juice through a straw. As she adjusted the lights she was interrupted by a ‘plump little girl in a pink wool skirt, Braemar sweater and pearls’ who looked at the photo session, looked at Alice, and said, ‘You don’t live right.’ - from the article Alice in Jungleland by Alex Carnevale published in This Recording.