I’d been wanting to nail this shot all year. With the aid of my good man Petro, it’s in the bag. I really love those Christmas caroling lights. You stroll in through that long colonnade and it’s total release.
One of the best nights out in LA this time of year before they open it to the slog of idling SUV’s is the walking tour of the lights through the Park. The music, the chill air, the Guinness we snuck into our hot chocolate cups, the kids frolicking and you follow them by their glow stick jewelry, fantastic. Good clean fun and free. I always appreciate walking the night.
Fear not, our dear Giles Corey shall live to see Valentine’s Day. Love your family today. This is that magic American holiday that is as yet largely unmarred by consumerism. That’s for tomorrow. Today eat and be together. And take down the stories of your family, of your line.
No, baby, that’s Nikki-16, the hottest act since Vanity-6. Can you say Studio 54 Purple Cocaine Rain?
Some of the less benign aspects of our marvelous Indian Summer….
The smoke stank in our house at midnight. The next day people all over the city awoke with burning eyes and the ennuie of ill portent and strange colored skies mixed with the hangover of toxic sky breathing sat down on your chest.
