I went to a farm with my boyfriend to visit his friends who lived there, but then he had to go back to London for work, and I stayed behind on the farm with his friends, who were very wise and taught me lots of things. Then a pig gave birth to little piglets and [...]
The old Riot Hyatt is now The Andaz, Hyatt’s new luxury brand. They were playing Belle & Sebastian in the lobby when I checked out, and you can spy on people in their rooms at The Mondrian across the street if they don’t close their curtains.
A gorgeous boy got on the four at Sweetzer. Really stunning. He was immediately the only thing I could focus on. Jeans, t-shirt and trainers—nothing remarkable, but if you look like that you don’t have to bother dressing nicely. No one but me seemed to notice. Then an elderly man got out of his seat [...]
Sponsored by Gucci and Mac, we are.
“How do you like being photographed?” “I don’t like it. I like to photograph others.” I was alarmed when the young man beside me asked his companion across the aisle that question, because I’d been thinking how much I’d love to take his picture ever since they got on the bus. He was the image [...]
We drove straight from Coachella to El Matador State Beach, because our lives are brilliant. I took a picture there with the best natural light I’ve ever managed to capture in my entire 13 years of taking pictures and I’m incredibly proud of it. It’s at least seventeen times better than any of the other [...]
Things I Learnt at Coachella 2009: • Sleep is nice but basically optional • American painkillers are useless. Stock up on English ones with codeine. • Keeping your spare battery in a securely zipped compartment does not mean it won’t disappear in a blood-drenched, wristband-tearing, zip-breaking frenzy • Bringing extras of things like ear plugs, [...]
The Mae Shi and Anavan opened for Monotonix at Spaceland last week. It was loud and gleeful, etc. I saw Wavves again last night; lovely. I’m going to Coachella tomorrow; hurrah. [Originally published by Prefix.]
Further to our previous discussion—Dita Dimoné, etc.
I came home with bruises from this one. Please note: Some of the pictures below might make your eyes bleed. [Originally published by Prefix]
Once upon a time, a zillion years ago, Animal Collective played at the Troubadour. It was hard to photograph, but the dancing part was fun. [For Prefix.]
I liked White Denim at Mess with Texas in 2008, but not as much as at Spaceland, where they were so loud they made my knees feel all funny. [Shot for Prefix.] Other stuff I’ve shot recently that’ll pop up here soon includes more desert lunacy, Monotonix, Anavan, the Mae Shi, Kim Gordon’s Mirror/Dash party [...]
On Saturday night no one ran around naked (for once), but Alexis scared us all with Scary Stories, Forrest’s psychic powers earned him a broken rib, I started a paranormal investigation company, and Michael orchestrated a DIY soundbath in a rusty barrel after visiting the Integatron.
Pioneertown’s bowling alley is hardly ever open if you stop by, but when it is it’s the best place on earth. We bowled, lounged, drank $2 beers and listened to the lady who runs it tell us how when Pappy & Harriet’s has a big-name performer, the smart people wander to the bowling alley for [...]
Only five dollars? (Stuff that’s not there anymore, in Silver Lake at Sunset Junction, made by the Five Dollar Guy.)
First, the fortune teller ran away with an accountant in Dubuque. While ironically unforeseen, her departure didn’t cause much of a stir; people run away from the circus just as often as off with it, though it isn’t as much commented on among normal folk, of course. The next to go was the midget clown, [...]
We went to the desert, and on the first night these things happened: We almost moved into a meth lab, we almost drove to Bagdad, we turned the kitchen into a discotheque and Phil was all birthdayish.
Christ T-T came to Hollywood on his way back to England from Texas, even though that’s obviously the wrong direction. It was v good; people cried; afterwards we got milkshakes at the 101.
Guess where I’m bound for tonight? My mission this weekend is to write a story entitled “Showgirl Grandma & Her Icelandic Horse”, inspired (well, the title, at least) by the sort of perfumes one might find in the retail section of a Beverly Hills hotel spa; yum. Anyway, my concerns are as follows: The word [...]
After less than three hours’ sleep a day for the past ten nights, I stood—once again—in the powder room of the Beverly Hilton’s International Ballroom and solemnly contemplated whether any other loo would be nicer to get locked in. It’s not the first time I’ve given this topic serious thought. I’ve encountered several ladies’ rooms [...]
On my last night in Texas, Pre played at Mohawk in a flurry of green tights and blood. They were received so energetically by sweaty kids (including some of Crystal Antlers, who by rights should’ve been dropdown knackered at that point after playing Mess with Texas and roughly 29 other gigs each day) that those [...]