This weekend I have been mostly:
1) getting repeatedly escorted in and out of The Wiltern to shoot Devon Williams, Brunettes and Beirut
2) riding the underground in LA, which feels a bit like visiting a secret city
3) listening to Michael play Pyramid Song on the piano at the Pasadena Museum of California Art while looking at photos of 1940s pool parties

4) dancing in a crowded living room to a band Sophia swears are a) “a miracle” and b) called “Jesus in My Panties”
5) realising that a) my eyes work just as badly as my camera at focusing in the dark at Perhspace and b) one little sip of Jaegermeister is going to make me taste like Listerine all night
6) taking pictures of Crystal Antlers, Abe Vigoda, and Sophia and Phil in startlingly Abercrombie-esque poses (that last part applies just to S&P, not CA and AV, although wouldn’t that be brilliant?)
7) witnessing Mara finding a magic wand between green crushed-velvet settee cushions and tap dancing in Spike’s boots
8) watching the Disneyland fireworks through the blinds in a corridor backstage at the Anaheim House of Blues while wait staff spilled ice on the floor behind me
9) noticing the drummer from the Black Rebel Motorcycle Club fixing his sunglasses in lieu of actually playing drums
10) listening to Super Furry Animals so much that all my pictures are getting named with song titles whether I like it or not
11) serving up honeybush tea to anyone who’ll drink it
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