This is Nemo. He sometimes gets lost. Oh look! He got lost on my head. (Sarah, this is the picture I was talking about.)
I was able to get one last photo before he swam away. He swam away from my heart. He swam away... Forever.
This is an outtake from a photoshoot I did with GQ. Didn't make the cut.
Here's what looks to be a headband with children's artwork glued to it. It's just an optical illusion. This was some sort of St. Patty's... thingie. Notice how often I wore my Pixies shirt- on the photo above it's all new and green. Faded in this picture. I kinda look a bit palsied, no?
Oh my. How did this happen?
I'm beginning to also realize that Mike and Andrea's house seems to fuel this strange behavior.
And seriously WTF people? Why am I always in the kitchen? OOOHHH cause that's where the shots live.
This one's my favorite by far. Everyone I know hates this picture but me.
(pictured l to r: Swenson and the Jew)
I decided that I was going to update Lampshade on Head at Party for the new Millenium and change it to grocery bags. I was mostly ignored. UNTIL...
(pictured: some chick who Andrea hates and whose name I don't remember. Sorry.)
This picture doesn't feature a funny hat per se, it's horribly lit because someone had their finger over the flash, but it was the Gangster Party on my birthday and I am wearing a bandana (in the fucking kitchen again) and it's my blog and I do what I want.