I’ve been trying to get in to see Las Vegas’ Neon Museum for a good seven years—ever since I heard about it on the Travel Channel. The first time around, my friend Nate and I were foiled by The Killers, who happened to be shooting a video at the museum the day we arrived. Now, Katie and I are back in Vegas once more, and this time we came prepared.
If you find yourself in the city of sin, uninspired by the high-gloss signs of today, don’t fret: The Neon Museum offers guided tours twice daily and tends to be booked a couple weeks in advance, so call ahead. A big thanks to the staff and volunteers at the Neon Museum. Everyone was super helpful and worked hard to get us in. Our tour guide, Terri, was really knowledgeable. Born and raised in Vegas, she also studied neon bending at the the Art Institute of Chicago.
As for the signs, well, they’re pretty much as amazing as you’d expect. It’s hard not to be impressed, and almost impossible to take a bad photo. The typographic history, array of vintage colors, chipped paint and textures—these signs sell themselves.
You can see all our great finds from The Neon Museum on our flickr page: flickr.com/eighthourday.
So we hate to say it, but Nate and I actually love Vegas. It’s completely over the top, cheesy, tacky, depressing, ridiculous, random, fun, dirty, hilarious–and, like it or not, 100% American. We particularly enjoy spotting all types of people brought together by numerous vices including public drinking, a notion that almost everyone can get behind. My addiction became these tight crops of graphics from the gaming floor.