Merry Christmas
Tuesday, December 23rd, 2008My sister's friend's room. She asked me to take pictures of it.
She has blue hair, doesn't quite come through on b&w. :p
In their backyard.
They also have goats. One waddles when it walks.
Previously, her Mom's studio, but it's empty now.
Printed this one on RC paper, thinking of doing it again on fiber.
Later, at school.
Full moon. Looks a little eery when there's clouds around.
Note: my amazing composition (street light coming out of her head).
I guess I had a small thing for shooting the moon. This was also at school.
Back at school: happy birthday slut face.
More from Thanksgiving.
Very affectionate dog.
And... another self.
Trying to blow a conch shell. It's harder than you might think.
Back at home.
Cheap sushi place (note what's at the top of the menu).
Wasted the last shot.
I had a roll of film I started at EI 2500, which I decided to finish. Streets of LA,
He moved quite a bit for being a living statue.
I saw Amanda Palmer at the Henry Fonda Music Box. The Builders and the Butchers opened. They were pretty good. Not sure I liked the singer, though.
They passed out maracas and this single drum for one of the songs.
That's Neil Gaiman, over on the left, reading about Amanda Palmer's "death."
She wasn't really dead, however.
This is the amazingly beautiful Zoe Keating.
Ms. Palmer wailing her heart out.
Lookin' serious.
Was a little surprised she played Coin Operated Boy.
And even more surprised she played Half Jack. The buildup before the song was awesome. I think I enjoyed it more with the violin and cello than I do with drums.
Not sure many other cellists play hard enough to strip the hair from their bows. I tried to get a shot of some of the hair dangling as they were playing but I was too slow. Zoe yanked it off before I got a chance.
Umbrella. Ella. Ella. Ella... (song is definitely annoying)
But made for wonderful photos.
Can't decide between the two above, both have their little charm.
This is not Katy Perry.
And Amanda Palmer did not, or has not to my knowledge, kissed her.
Off came the clothes.
And on went the dresses. Out came the couple?
And up came the sign! Fuck Prop 8, indeed, fuck it right in the ass.
Ms. Amanda Palmer herself, at the merch table.
Snow on our mountains, a rare occasion.
Ate at a Japanese place that serves Shabu Shabu. There are pans of boiling water on every table/seat. They serve raw meat, vegetables, noodles and you cook it all yourself. The slices are thin so it only takes a few moments to cook fully (if that's how you like it, or just a quick dip if you want it still red).
Needless to say, it was delicious.
Handed the camera over.
Thought this would have come out better, but oh well.
Louis Vuitton bags! Er, I mean, another self.
Beach. (Hermosa)
Lovely flare.
Delicious coffee (this is my uncle).
I didn't realize the roll I had in my camera was 24 exp so it was quite a surprise when I couldn't advance any further. I rewound it a little, thinking it got stuck, advanced with my hand over the lens to around 32. and took a last one. They just ended up overlapped. And I couldn't advance again.
I very much like this last one regardless of the mess up.
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