I went to Peaches a few nights ago.
I saw a lot of really well dressed people that I photographed with my mind-camera. It's hip to hate your city, but sometimes I see such good looking, juicy personalities in big heels or wearing chic faux hawks. The skinniest bitch wearing lace tights and a black bodycon mini dress. Black and gold leggings. Daisy chains. A girl I did child-acting with was wearing a little Indian headdress she had made herself. A girl with boy short fire-engine-red hair wore fakes on her bottom lashes, white on her waterline and shoes almost as monstorous as mine, stood in front of us for most of the show. It was too loud to tell her she looked stunning. and that I wanted to be her friend.