Bye bye paper membership cards
In Holly Springs, Mississippi, we met a man named Paul McLeod and toured his obsessive shrine to Elvis Presley, where he spends his days (and late nights) drinking Coca Cola to keep his dick hard.
We moved down the road to Memphis, Tennessee, and the home of the King himself, Graceland. Filled with Nudie suits, gold records, and fast cars, the rooms of Graceland are brimming with the preserved remnants of a bygone time. The entire house is a nostalgic chronicle of the rise and fall of one of the world’s greatest musicians.
You can check the entire photo diary on Coleman Guyon’s tumblr.