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(For sale, for now.)

I was in a yoga class once and the teacher started the lesson by reading from a book I can’t tell you the title of because I arrived late and was urgently braiding my hair in the ladies’ at the time. Anyway, it was about there being two paths through life — to accept that everything is incredible and beautiful, or to deny that anything exists at all. For now I want to take photographs that help me (and maybe other people, too) see that everything is incredible and beautiful, especially the commonplace scenes that are usually overlooked.

(I’d eventually like to take photographs that are a denial of the existence of anything, but that might prove more difficult.)

I like autumn that feels like autumn, and I like cities that feel like cities.

Looking relatively healthy, considering. Lucky bloke.

I like it here, so far. The weather’s been brisk and the drinks have been strong.

And — please prepare yourself for the oddest compliment ever paid — this convention center’s really lovely.

That girl has more composure that I will ever have. Very, very poised.

Abbie Cornish is Australian and therefore isn’t eligible to vote in the upcoming U.S. election, but feels very strongly that Barack Obama should be president. If you’re not too fussed about the whole election thing, perhaps you could vote for him on her behalf.

I’m foreign, too, so if one non citizen with great hair isn’t enough to convince you, maybe the two of us will.

I’ve lived in the U.S. for more than five years now and don’t have any plans to leave just yet, so even though I talk funny and don’t get most of your eighties pop culture references, I do feel a bit American and do care what happens to this country, and this country’s effect on the rest of the planet.

Please vote!

(From the red carpet at the grand re-opening of the Hollywood Palladium for NME.com.)

For your viewing pleasure while I edit the rest of the Jay-Z Hollywood Palladium show/red carpet shots. (And by “edit” I of course mean “sleep and pack suitcases and *then* edit”.)

They worked the red carpet for far longer than anyone else and were much funnier, of course.

More about my long night of sitting around on Sunset Boulevard punctuated by brief moments of frantic picture taking, total confusion and surreal chaos—I mean, my red carpet debut—tomorrow. Or the next day, or something.

I really didn’t know anything about Ghostland Observatory until I was at Street Scene for NME.com with a hole in my schedule and read about the cape and the braids and legged it to where they were playing.