Rachel’s first NME photo credit. Aww.

When I was 14, the shop up the road had to order the NME special for me because no one else where I lived wanted it.

Now read Laura’s story www.nme.com/news/the-strokes/38145 and one of these days, if you’re lucky, I’ll tell you the tale of my Agyness Deyn bathroom photoshoot. Or maybe I won’t, because that last sentence was pretty much everything there is to tell.

Little Miss Sally Fay Dalton had this as her Myspace picture, but Myspace deleted it on the grounds that it was “too violent” to be viewed by the delicate little petals that use the site.

That’s ridiculous, of course, but I am fantastically proud that my pictures are apparently worth banning. Getting my pictures deleted from Myspace gives me even more joy than being obviously braless at Disneyland.

THE LAST KNOWN PHOTOGRAPH OF DITA DIMONÉ, NAKED AT A GARDEN PARTY ON THE NIGHT OF HER STRANGE DISAPPEARANCE

JACQUETTA DOWLING, SURPRISED BUT UNPERTURBED BY AN UNINVITED GUEST WHILE TRACING THE MENHENIOTTS’ HONEYMOON ROUTE ON AN ANTIQUE MAP OF PARIS

HADLEY MONTPELIER, RECLINING AFTER HANGING UP ON HER TRANSATLANTIC CALLER

HARLOW JONES ENJOYING HER LAST CIGARETTE AT HER FAMILY HOME JUST NORTH OF GREENBRIER, TENNESSEE, MOMENTS BEFORE AMNESIA SET IN

STRAWBERRIE PORTSMOUTH, THINKING OF THE FUTURE

I’ve got an Edendale preview for yous, so don’t miss it.

PS — Remember to bring your hazmat suit.

“You know when you’re in jail for killing someone and you get a tear tattoo under your eye? That’s what these are.”

“Well, mine are one tear per hundred people.”

The weekend brought me the most wonderfully fun shoot, with Charon leaping on tables in fantastic costumes (American murderess, broken doll, tough clown and lace lady snake charmer) and me clip clopping in new shoes around her amazing Church of Fashion headquarters in Lincoln Heights. The house is so great I think I could take pictures every day there for a year and still find something new.

She’s starting life-drawing sessions there, amongst other endeavours.

Dodging the FCC, etc, courtesy of Little Radio.

How to Start Your Own Pirate Radio Station

It includes everything from the equipment companies to avoid, how to pick your frequency, legal issues and the fact that apparently in California there’s a law that states no vehicle without a driver may exceed 60 miles per hour. Nice.

I haven’t made it to Little Radio Summer Camp yet this year. I have no idea what’s up with that.

Outtakes from Sophia’s headshot shoot on Saturday, in between Useless Keys at Spaceland in the early hours of the morning and Fleet Foxes at The Echo in the evening.

The new red hair is fun to photograph.

(For Prefix)

After Fleet Foxes toured with Blitzen Trapper Erik told me that I should see them because they would make me melt, and they did (and not just because The Echo was entirely overcrowded, either.)

If you need melting too, you can download an MP3 of their song He Doesn’t Know Why direct from Subpop for free. That makes this my official most useful Countessian post ever.

PS — I’m on lastfm now. last.fm/user/countessofmaybe. Be my friend.