We opened Dennis Hopper tonight:  vintage prints in a display which replicates an exhibition of his photographs shown in Fort Worth in 1970.   I find it almost unbearably nostalgic, all those hippies, flower power, the smoking, Jasper Johns, Hells Angels, love ins, Andy Warhol in the factory, Timothy Leary and the short clip from Easy Rider which shows them on their motorbikes riding through the desert.   It’s pure sixties, undiluted and beautifully framed.