If David Lynch hadn’t died this past week, he would have celebrated his 79th birthday today.
When he was a little boy, according to a story he has told often but perhaps most succinctly in David Lynch: The Art Life (2016), he and his brother were out playing late one night on Shoshone Avenue, when out of the darkness appeared an adult woman, naked, with …
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