Hollywood Boulevard, from Sally Fay’s car on the way to Laurel Canyon.

Prepping a print for shipping to my latest Etsy customer. Hurray!

My print’s in a treasury of eyeballs. (Don’t look at the page too long if you don’t want to get spooked.)

Posters by Ron English.

Tearing by Anonymous.

Photos by me.

(Lift. Westin. Pittsburgh. Ouch.)

Dan Oh, 2 Many DJs, Keith 2.0, Justice, DJ Mom Jeans, DJ AM, Daedelus. Lots of fun.

All for Prefix.

Shh. By day I’m secretly the Lois Lane of business travel. Don’t tell the musicians.

And I brew South African honeybush tea in it at night, and vanilla mint in the morning.

The quiet life is good in Echo Park these days.

I met Michael at a dress-like-a-rockstar party once. I was dressed as Jane Birkin and he wasn’t dressed as anyone, so my friend Rachel (aka Equal Rachel, aka Girl with Butterfly Fingers) decided he was unintentionally dressed as James Iha, but that conversation took place while I was out of the room and I spent most of the night thinking his name really was James.

Anyway, his drawings are brilliant and their titles even better and you can buy some on Etsy.