It should seem fitting that only in Sin City, would I be sent to cover an assignment at a church. After spending nearly two hours at the church with the kindest strangers I have encountered in a long time and listening to the Rev. George Balgan embrace his small and tightly-knit group of parishioners with an open heart, I left the little makeshift church that is nestled in a commercial center among ethnic restaurants. Within 20 minutes and less than 2 miles of a drive, I was standing in a strip club. My next assignment was to cover a comedian who was performing in the club’s showroom. A burlesque act offered entertainment in between a set.
When I approached the club, I kept thinking of the kind reverend as I passed two questionable individuals who sat on the front stoop pouring alcohol from a water bottle they retrieved from a dirty backpack. Once inside, I immediately noticed that the club was huge, shiny and impressive. A lot of men walked by in nice attire admiring the women who wore more makeup and hair products than clothing. The place oozed of riches, alcohol, and desires. It was quite the opposite of the cozy church I had just been in where everyone eagerly greeted me and quickly asked me to return.
A while later when my photos were shot and I was good and tired, I left the club. I was putting away my cameras in my car in the parking lot, and I noticed the club had a large spotlight projecting into the atmosphere. The beams of light flickered and danced in the sky calling people to come and worship.