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chillin at Flying Point. lunch at Sant Ambroeus. other lunch at Silver’s.
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southampton – part two
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still at Lana Trevisan’s and Lewis Black’s combination Birthday / U.S. Independence Day / U.K. Mourning Day party in Water Mill, Southampton. this was the most beautiful part of the evening, it was like a scene out of The Beach. oh and apparently, the big blowup screen in the background was supposed to show some kind of video that coincided with the deejay’s music and the fireworks extravaganza, but something went wrong at the last minute so it just displayed some George Michael concert footage instead.
what a great night.
i didn’t really plan it but it turns out Petra Nemcova ended up in a lot of my photographs, so that’s nice. i forgot to mention that some dude from Californication was there too and another actor whose name i don’t remember who was in a few good films which i also don’t remember now. his brother was hilarious, supposedly he reads The Declaration of Independence once a year because “it’s printed in The New York Times” every fourth of July. i wasn’t that impressed though, because you’d think he would have memorized it completely by now but he only knew the first few lines.
southampton – part one
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at Lana Trevisan’s and Lewis Black’s combination Birthday / U.S. Independence Day / U.K. Mourning Day celebration in Water Mill, Southampton.
Petra Nemcova was there. i’m just sayin.
hitchcock
top: Geld Iaz, 2008
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yea i hate flashbulbs so this is how indoor photos turn out.
early drinks / dinner at Hotel Griffou.
please stand by.
LOST BLACKBERRY ARRGGH
tableau of a spring cleaning
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what else is one to do when it rains twelve days in a row?
sleep no more
yeah so— last night i went to see Sleep No More (which came highly recommended by a very discerning friend).
part gallery, part museum, part performance art, part cabaret, part nightmare, part Stanley Kubrick production, part snuff film, and part theatre of the macabre— Sleep No More was, in a word: fascinating. i really loved it.
afterward was wine and pizza at Ovest, which was great.
but this is the only photo i have to show for any of it— because i lost my camera somewhere between Ovest and the cab ride home. booo. so in essence, after i’d vowed never to buy a Sony product ever again, i now must buy another one. cuz i really liked that great affordable versatile cute little compact Sony Cyber-Shot i’d previously tried to resist [people have been asking what type of camera i use. there you go].
sigh.
