"Where Were You Last Night?"
I met Anna in the elevator.
here’s one picture
Can you really call yourself a photographer if you haven’t photographed a group of people naked?
I just want to be beside her again with my hand on her dress looking out at the horizon through the glass.
Be Yourself. You’ll Never Be Beyonce.
Everyone and their mothers of invention are trying to get a piece of the pie. They have an agent before they have the idea. But theirs “is gonna be different, I swear”. It’ll be like “this” versus “that” with the addition of youth. It will be enough to last for at least a season and enough to get payed and get famous and to get into all the parties without waiting in line.
ATRAK CALLING HIS MOTHER