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I’ve stood at this spot a lot during the past few years and it still doesn’t bore me. And Los Angeles is so nice at seven in the morning that I don’t mind waiting for the bus at all.

[I've been making some colour themes from my pictures on Kuler.]

[That's just a ghetto shop sign round the corner from my house that I took a picture of on Valentine's Day, though.]

The actual EP cover has a picture I took on it, blood everywhere.

You can get it from the American iTunes store if you like.

My neighbourhood, on Saint Valentine’s day.

[I had a hot two-cocktail date with Blaque Chris Mathis, during which we watched someone spray gang tags across the street and listened to the bartender whine at length about everything from the lack of sugar cubes to the time his ex called the cops on him for domestic violence when he "like, totally didn't even lay a finger on her". It was great. We were giggling into our eggs. Best Valentine's Day ever.]

True romance, LA style:

I went on 750words.com for the first time today, and I’m already rated PG for “swearing, sexual content and violence”. Success!

In all seriousness, it’s a good little writing project to go along with the at-least-one-picture-every-day thing into which I wrangled myself six weeks or so ago.

PS—Some new Chain & The Gang and Strange Boys shots will be appearing soon on Brooklyn Vegan.

I met marvellous photographer and all-round person-who-knows-what’s-delicious-in-New York Kathryn Yu at Mayahuel and just before we parted she told me about the great hot dog place round the corner.

I was loitering by myself for a while before meeting up with my next appointment, so I went there and it was wonderful.

The hot dog was so good I had to just get right up and order the same thing again, and while waiting I got to watch a stream of people enter the old-fashioned phone booth in the wall, pick up the phone, and then disappear through the wall when it was opened up by the girl on the other side, which all seemed entirely lovely to an English girl alone in Manhattan in the middle of the night on her first ever trip to New York City.

I’m getting a whole bunch of these. They need a lot of work but it’s a start, and it keeps my brain ticking over, and when I don’t live in Los Angeles anymore I’ll miss Santa Monica Boulevard, I’m sure.

The set so far…

…And I like it.

Started a little project today from my seat on the #704. Echo Park to West LA.

…but it pours, man, it pours.

(What Albert Hammond didn’t mention, though, is that when it pours it’s gorgeous.)

Elysian Park, Los Angeles: go up the street, into the park, along the path with the stadium view (follow the tagging), through the woods, under the birds that throw twigs, and there you are.