the fug

“while as for the twittering birds their heartiness in the circumstances seemed overdone and in dubious taste”

i am of course back at the gallery in my familiar chair with my familiar keyboard and familiar smattering of cigarette ash all over everything so allow me to indulge in a bit of melancholy that after so much fun excitement i am just me still, sitting still right here

now THAT is a good looking band right there

kembra surveying her plops

had lunch at Soho House with Matthew so we could hatch some plots

there is a photo blackout here because we were on stage dancing around for an hour

OMG joe came i was sooooo happy

i took a million photos of him i couldnt resist

phew!
feel much better now

afterparty

everyone in London loved the show it was so great i think it went amazing

then we went out dancing and on secret night missions and again, wish i could bring myself to take photos of the funnest parts of things
the funnest parts of the past week or so are not of course on my blog
if you know what i mean
and it makes me sad sometimes because these beautiful poignant passionate or shocking moments just stay in my head and head photos expire while hard drives of data do not

maybe i should work on maintaining my brain photo hard drive so i dont just let it all slip away due to cocktails and drugs and sleep and ennui

ugh mornings
i dont care if there is complimentary breakfast included, most mornings SUCK

i found another weird colored shifty light that i took a million photos of

that seems to be a theme from my trip; see past two posts

joe these are gross by the way
omg so gross!
wish i had gotten a photo of you with the hula hoops on all your fingers
<3