LACMA opened the Brockman Gallery show and I talked my way into the member preview this morning. I've been parked in front of this wall way longer than the art requires. Tell me what you'd stare at first?
LACMA opened the Brockman Gallery show and I talked my way into the member preview this morning. I've been parked in front of this wall way longer than the art requires. Tell me what you'd stare at first?
My body decided the day starts now, hours before doors at the Echoplex. Zolita tonight and my head's already at the show, so coffee it is. Come keep me company while the city sleeps?
Beat the whole city to the Orpheum and now I'm killing time in front of this ridiculous gold mirror. The slip dress was a yes the second I pulled it on. Come sit with me in the dark?
The book was supposed to put me to sleep. Three chapters in and I've never been more awake — tell me you'd keep the lamp on with me.
Just got home from the show and the dress didn't survive the walk to the bathroom. I'm way too wired to sleep like this. Stay up with me?
Jungle at Crypto.com tonight and I'm already clean, awake, and dangerously unsupervised until doors. The towel never stood a chance. Come help me kill the hours?
Blonde Redhead at the Bellwether tonight and I'm nowhere near dressed. The dress is still hanging on the door and I'm in no hurry to change that. Care to be my reason to run late?
Half of LA is packed into the Forum tonight and I picked my own kind of show instead. No opening act, no encore, just me. Wish you were the reason for all this noise?
Empire of the Sun at the Bowl and so far my entire outfit plan is glitter. Help me pick the dress — or talk me into skipping it entirely?
Boy Harsher at the Palladium just surfaced on my feed and now I'm three tabs deep into ticket pages instead of getting on with my day. Dark synths in a big dark room — you know I'm helpless for that. You in?