I didn’t take this, because I was busy being born at the time, but that’s my grandparents and two of my great aunties at Johnstown Castle in Co. Wexford. I come from a very happy family.
The line outside The Parish for NPR’s party was long and not moving at all because, as I overheard one girl remark, “Blitzen Trapper are, like, totally acclaimed.” Luckily for me, Kara happened to walk by and is a super magic angel with transferable line-jumping powers, so I made it inside to join all the [...]
First up on Thursday were Natalie Portman’s Shaved Head at the Fader Fort, who Stephen really, really, really, really, really loves a lot. I hated their name until I saw them, at which point I decided I might at some future date be slightly won over by their general cute-itude and so should officially reserve [...]
After Continental displayed why they’re an entirely rubbish airline (more on that later), not much work got done on Wednesday. I did make it to Ms Bea’s in time for one song by Telepathe, but mostly just shot people.
I’m writing this sequestered in a hotel suite five times the size of my flat, at an undisclosed location in one of those cities that isn’t LA within LA (there are 80-odd, I think.) Earth Wind & Fire are on the smooth jazz station housekeeping left on my iPod-radio-alarm-clock thingy to welcome me, and I [...]
…but here’s my great-great-grandad to keep you company while I’m gone.
Juanita was making her shooting debut with openers Matt & Kim at the Henry Fonda for her flip-book project (which I can’t wait to see), so I shot Cut Copy after. It was one of those nights where the opening band had much better lighting than the headliners (from a photography perspective, at least) because [...]
Dita Dimoné in Echo Park, back from my homeland, throwing around English slang as only a girl from Hacienda Heights can. (Recent things I took pictures of: HEALTH at The Echo, Animal Collective at The Troubadour, Cut Copy at the Henry Fonda. I just didn’t post ‘em yet. Tomorrow: The-Dream. This time next week I’ll [...]
Club NME at Spaceland helps me feel like I’m not entirely out of touch with the motherland, despite my bizarrely Australian hybrid accent.