Here are some examples of what I stuff my face with on a good day. Breakfast = A fruit smoothie. Today’s was bananas, strawberries, enhanced soy milk and honey. Not shown: coffee. Lunch = Carrots to be eaten separately, almonds to be mixed into the cale+purple cabbage+honey+peanut dressing salad.
That’s all.
Spent entire afternoon + better part of the evening painting a writing desk silver and re-arranging bedroom. Battlestar premiere? Hell yes. #
at an experimental noise show downtown. # oh yess. daikokuya ramen still open! # shooting again today. this time in the valley. #
at Gyu-Kaku, partaking of the Japanese bbq magic. Some of the staff is caucasian and speaks Japanese, a little. # I keep finding Japanese receipts in bags, pockets, under the mattress. When will I stop missing Tokyo and all its automated splendor? #
What do you mean there will be babies in the office from now on? Is that..contagious? Will they spore?! # @katiewest Welcome to Angel City, alternately Hell. What the hell are you doing here? #
Oh hello, 281 Twitter Followers. And who might you be? #
Thanks to everyone for their warm wishes about my engagement to Vee… …but in case you didn’t realize already, APRIL FOOLS! So, unfortunately, honeymoon photos will not be forthcoming.
It’s all finalized. Laugh all you want, but after 6 months of domestic bliss Vee and I have finally sealed the deal. It’s been a long time coming.
Just saw a wheelchaired person, pants around ankles, looking confused & moving slowly along a sidewalk. Some things you can’t un-see. # Wearing custom Coilhouse top, downing oversized mug of hot coffee dusted w/ground chocolate, heading out for Costa Mesa to shoot. Morning. #
It appears I’m in the current issue of Marquis, rocking the Mother of London. Photos by Venus Wept.
Just passed a man driving, drumstick in each hand, hammering out something energetic on the steering wheel. # Most definitely up to no good. #
Melrose Ave, aarly this morning. More here.
No Ground Control tonight, I have Fukase on the brain. Also, exhausted. Paste up adventure soon – any volunteers for tomorrow night? # The workzone is a petri dish today. The first bastard to make fun of my surgical mask gets stabbed. #
She was running around the shop while Q and I were making posters. Then I ate her face.