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FRIENDS II
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Rini, looking inexplicably horrified, Carla and me outside of our WeHo apartment building. I don't know what's up with my hand, though I'm not quite sure it's legal. |
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Halloween 1997. "Pippi the Dominatrix." The drag queens on Santa Monica Blvd. LOVED it, honey. You can just barely make out my braids, held straight out by a hanger. |
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Halloween 1999, with Carla and an unusual nun. |
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Halloween 2002 in Chapel Hill. It's surprising how often I shower in public with complete strangers. |
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Halloween 2002. Librarians getting wild. Woo. Hoo. Note my vinyl outfit gets another go around, though I prefer the Pippi outfit. When you're in grad school, you have to be clever, so some of us went as a concept. I'm the Virgin / Whore Complex. Other appearances include a lint roller, a fortune telling gypsy and the West Nile Virus. |
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Daryl, D-Man, whom I met at a phone booth in the desert in 1999, and Carla at the fabled Barney's Beanery in West Hollywood. They both suck, as they live respectively in London and Paris. |
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What do you do when you are laid off after one day of work and your company forgets to cancel the card? Throw a $13,000 party at a swank West Hollywood hotel, of course! Carla and brother Paul's combined birthday bash. The people holding up lights in the back are photographers from Vanity Fair, come to do a piece on Paul. No joke. This is actually one of their shots nabbed from a proof sheet, which is why the quality sucks. |
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Vanity Fair was not allowed in the hotel rooms after hours. Daryl is in the robe, Vanessa is biting my hand, and we are all about to order two buckets of ice and 17 bottles of lotion from the concierge. Completely G-rated. However, we are not welcome back at the Hotel W. |
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Karen, decked out like a rock star, Ley and Vanessa. We all met at Salvation Mountain in the CA desert, where a man built and is painting a giant mountain because he loves Jesus Christ. |
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See what I mean? Check the pants. |
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Vanessa, though she looks better in army fatigues, a bunny suit or a lit up pith helmet. |
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The birthday boy and Karen. |
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The next morning, at the LA Marathon. The LA Cacophony Society was offering donuts, cigarettes, couches and a lap dance in a recliner for the runners. Who says we don't support local community events? |
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Diane, film writer Nicole and me at the LA Weekly in 1998 or so. |
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Nicole, Noelle, myself (looking sauced or irritated), Miles Hunt (jacket) and his manager, and a few other freaks. Miles was in one of my favorite bands, The Wonder Stuff. We were going to go to dinnner with them, but *all* of their gear got stolen, so we hung out afterwards. At Adam Duritz's house. Miles didn't even have toiletries, so Duritz went to Safeway or something and put in a Scientific American as a joke. I proceeded to read it cover to cover. |
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There's something very wrong with this picture. From the 2002 ice storm in NC. We had no power for a week, so 30 or so of us crowded into a six bedroom apartment. Thanks guys! |
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Out our front door. |
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Marlan and me in NC. |
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