Q is a beautiful and stylish Japanese girl who does PR for Billionaire Boys Club in Japan. I met her at Le Baron Tokyo. Q speaks perfect English and she's from Seattle. She's a Japanese girl with good posture and her teeth aren't oversized like the locals. She walks through the aisle in the Nozomi Express Train like a model doing her "horse walk" down a runway. I'm going to hate leaving this beautiful city where the phone numbers start with either 08 or 09.

My definition of "balance" is swinging back and forth to both extremes.

Texas and I hung out on my last day of detox last week.

Nylon Supra Girl Outtake

I lost two films to light exposure when my main camera broke (again).
The only documentation left of this outfit was a polaroid which Annabel almost ruined with beer.

In North Carolina her name is Lauren. In Japan, her name is Max. Tonight Max is in Osaka, in bed, in her model dorm, and in a bad mood. She just got off the phone with her fiancé from America. She talks to him every night.
Every night Max also finishes her castings at 11pm, and she puts on Coldplay. Every night, Campari orange. Every night she goes to Lexington (the trendy bar) where she gets free drinks and free cocaine. A bump is not enough. She wants lines. Several lines. Every night. She flirts. She kisses. She fools around. Sometimes she fucks.
I'm going to break it off with my fiancé, she says. But only when I get back home, though. I don't want to do it over the phone. That would be disrespectful.
Some of her model friends have stayed here for over 7 years engaging in that same routine. They even learned Japanese along the way.
Yesterday she was naked on the bathroom floor at the Diesel party CLICK and tonight she's asking me not to photograph her ass because of the big black bruises from the sex she now feels guilty about. Some English dude wearing a Ben Sherman suit payed for her drinks all night at the karaoke bar.
My new weakness is English boys, she says. I love the accents.
Max is skinny. Her agency wants her to lose more weight, and she may be sent home in a few weeks because she keeps getting sick before jobs. Tonight she's depressed and she's staying in bed.
Can you turn the TV down?
The sound is actually coming from her Viao personal PC. She wanted a Mac. On nights like tonight she likes to watch a few minutes of Factory Girl before going to sleep. 'Ciao Manhattan' is her favorite movie, but she forgot it back home and she can't find it here. She has a bite of energy bar "for nutrients".
This year was my first Summersonic, she says, and it was amazing. I hooked up with the bassist from {famous rock band}. It was easy. I kind of stand out in a sea of Japanese girls. You don't have to be Van Halen to realize that you better send your roadie out there to give "the hot tall blonde white girl" a backstage pass. Shit! My castings start at 10 a.m. tomorrow.

This Wild Dragon ad appeared in Trendsetter magazine.

It's 5 a.m. in Amsterdam. We are hanging out in coatcheck.

In Japan, young girls wearing military suits bring your luggage up to your hotel room after you check in. They are very polite. After she brought my bags into the room I asked her to lie down on my bed so I could take a picture of her. From above.
Wait.
I took off the barf colored covers so that she would be lying on clean white sheets.
Put your arms on your side.
Like this?
Yes.
This is unusual. She's laughing.
You should come to Vegas with me, I say.
There's someone waiting for me at home.
There will be plenty of people waiting for you in Vegas.
She smiles. CLICK.
You really have a boyfriend?
Un-huh.
What does he do?
He's the drummer for Hairspray. Do you know it?
Of course. The New York version?
Yes.
Wow. He's here?
Not exactly. We have a phone date tonight.
Do you ever get to see him? He must be all over the world right?
Yes, but he comes here once a year.
What? Wow. How long have you guys been going out?
Two years.
You've only seen him twice?
We're in love.
Why don't you just move to New York?
Maybe after he's finished touring. But the government wont give me a visa yet. I'm young and I'm beautiful so they don't think I'll come back.
We laugh.
They're right! How do you handle that long-distance thing?
We're on Skype every night.

Dear Bronques,
You should really visit Australia sometime. Beaches, babes, beautiful and interesting people of all styles and origins. Everyone is either tan and athletic, like all the greek gods rolled into one, or pale and fragile and lovely, or ultrachic, or doing their own thing, or any of these things in combination! Australians are always laughing and happy, we always greet with a hug and a smile, no matter who you are. It's easy to get lost in it all, but you're just the man to capture it all perfectly. Melbourne has the best graffiti in the world, if that's your kind of thing, and about three cafes and (p)art(y) galleries per person, always hosting some kind of event for people to come to, every time of day or night. But I don't even live there, I live in Brisbane, the capital city of that big pointy bit of Australia in the top-right. We were founded by the convicts from all the other colonies who had managed to commit another crime while over here, the worst of the worst, but don't let that scare you. We're good people. You should really visit Australia sometime. We're so far east that our last night is your today, so we're already a step ahead of you.
Zac Reimers

Supra Ad with Karina in September Nylon Magazine

American Airlines flight from Montreal with Tyler. This is the second time we've met. Both times on a plane.

I waited in line, I showed my I.D., I payed the cover, I got my stamp, I got my drink, I walked around once and now I'm crushing "Campari Orange ice" in my mouth. I'm with two friends but I'm really alone. Everyone seems to know each other here. All the guys have washboard stomachs. All the girls have clothes that glitter. This is not my scene. I keep drinking. Campari Orange everytime. This is not my scene.
Sorry, I have to go to the ladies room, she says.
I'm going to dance with my friends.
I'm leaving now, maybe I'll be back later.
I'm waiting for my boyfriend.
This is not my scene.
I'm drunk and I don't care anymore.
That's when she walks in. Her brown bangs and skinny leather headband are so LA, but you can buy a headband or a haircut anywhere, and this is not LA. No, what I fell in love with are her fantastic collarbones and the way she stares at my mouth before I've even said anything yet.
Her name is Adriana. She's shy.
This is not her scene.

Natacha and I left the Goth party during the theremin encore. The last thing she needs is another haircut.

I can't believe it was just two years ago that Lily OD'd.
Jim called.
Lily's in the hospital. She nearly died.
I sometimes think that if it was today, Jim would have sent me a TXT instead. Not progress.
Two years ago I still had a Sidekick and my T-Mobile minutes went from 1500 to about 300. Now I'm down to about 100 minutes with my Crackberry and most of them go to my parents.
When I got to the hospital I met Lily's mother and sister who already knew about me through all the pictures I had taken of her when she made her arrival to New York. Including the one where she's naked in the ice cooler. She loved those Betsy Johnson dresses, man. She'd spend her lunch money on them. Then we drifted apart. I started traveling and she started hanging out with the wrong crowd.
When I got to her hospital room she was all bravado. Hooked up to an I.V., she pleaded with me to do a photoshoot right there in the hospital. She wanted "the scene" to see her survival in full glory. She was sick and fucked up so I let that one slide.
Maybe when you're better.
That was two years ago in a different hospital. Now she lives in Montreal and she had her baby yesterday. A boy. If I told you his name you wouldn't believe me. She had a C-section, and they had to put the baby in the incubator because his lungs were filled with water. That's normal I guess when the baby doesn't go through the canal. I came to visit Lily in the incubator room when she was breast feeding. The nurse tried to kick me out. No exceptions, she said. I told her that if Daniel Brier (Philadelphia Flyers, #48) could be in here signing autographs last night, I was staying. Even if he had made a financial contribution to the MRI wing, I was staying. She let me stay.
What are those scratches on your face, I asked Lily?
When they gave me the epidural, I kind of went crazy. I started scratching all over. They had to hold me down.
Shit.
It's nothing. I'm okay. Except, I'm craving a Ceasar Salad.
Really? Laughter.
They don't make them "the right way" over here. The Canadian government doesn't let restaurants use recipes with raw eggs, so Canadians can't make a good Ceasar Salad.
Then she asked me to be the Godfather.

I take everyone's coats and I hang them up. Later, I hand them back. Occasionally coats fall off the hanger and I put the coats back up on the hanger. When all the coats come in at once you just wonder, did I lose the ticket attached to the coat, and hopefully when you piece it together you realize that you didn't. To coat or not to coat, that is the question. Sometimes I'm bored. You sit there for like 5 minutes and watch people go to the bathroom. Sometimes you watch girls go into the boys bathroom. Sometimes you wanna tell them that it's the wrong one, but then you think that they might be a transsexual and then you don't wanna say anything. And when they come out you realize you could have said something but you didn't realize that they were just a girlish looking boy. Normally I'm pretty hateful, but I'm not really hateful when I do coat check. It's like everybody is my people... They give me their coats. People give me 5 dollar tips just for hanging up their coats sometimes. Tonight this guy just literally just walked up and tried to kiss me. Who the fuck are you? And then afterwards his friend tried to mack on me and tried to pretend that he didn't know what his friend had done, but I was like "I know your friend, he's the sucker punch kisser..." Fuck that bartending shit, girls should coat check. The bar should also deliver food down to me. Give me like, all the Doritos I could ever want. It would be fucking amazing. Catfish sandwiches from San Loco.

The view from Genie's car as we're driving to go get some Diddy Reice ice cream sandwiches.

Anthony Michael Hall (Pretty in Pink & Sixteen Candles) and I are wrapping up our conversation at a Goth party for Coil Magazine in downtown Los Angeles. It's on Glendale where the Gospel Library used to be. It's also a block away from Doll Underground Headquarters. I don't know if I'm allowed to say that. Anthony is speaking.
Okay, take my number. We should definitely hang out soon.
Alright.
Just put A-M-H. A-M-H... Anthony Michael Hall... A-M-H! It's 3- 1- 0-
He starts to whisper and looking around secretly, making sure noone hears him.
Okay.
You and I will be seeing a lot more of each other I think, he says. By the way, is that your girl?
AMH points to my brand new friend Julie who is talking to the photobooth guy.
Yeah.
Well, that's my girl over there! He waves to tall pretty girl. Yeah... She's hot! She's with ME!
The girl walks over to us.
I speak. Hi, I love your haircut. It's very... retro.
Well, aren't you cute? Thanks for noticing. I cut it myself. I was going for that Valentina Comics 1920s look. I may have cut it a little too short.
No, it looks great.
I'm Natacha.
Click.
Julie comes in from behind interrupting and half whispering. Let's go take pictures in the bathroom.
Anthony gets the point. Oh, um... Uh, Let's get a drink Natacha. Call me soon, B.
Bye.
Julie takes my hand. Let's go. I love taking photos when I'm horny. She pulls me through the crowd.
Uh...
She walks me into the woman's bathroom past the line-up giving the girls a look of daggers.
I'm sick, and he has to take care of me!
We're in the bathroom stall. She takes out a little bag.
Let's do a "bump" first? That's how it works right?
What? No. That's not "how it works"!
Well... I hope you don't mind.
She does it on the toilet seat.
You're not gay right? You better not be gay... I wanna have some fun!
Uh...
She's not even listening. She's busy. I feel my phone vibrate. It's a TXT. Julie is taking off her shirt. As I reach for my phone, my camera flash accidentally goes off. The TXT is from Kelly.
{Where are you?}
A drunk girl starts banging on the stall door.
Hey! That's so rude! I know, you're being artsy or whatever, but people out here have to go to the bathroom. Can't you guys get a hotel?
She starts to mock us now.
I'm so artsy... I show my naked body for art... Look at my tattoos.... Look at me get exploited for my youth and beauty...
Julie is pissed off. That girl is ruining my vibe, she says. The drunk girl is relentless.
Look... wow... Look at me... I'm a Suicide Girl... I'm making a political statement...
I look at Julie.
Get dressed. We should go!
TXT. It's Kelly.
{What are you doing after..........}
We open the door. The drunk girl was next in line and she pushes through us and stumbles into the stall completely ignoring us now. Half the girls in line look stunned. Half the girls look bored. Wait. Oh my God, it's Samantha and she's in line too. I didn't even know she was at this party. She's laughing.
Why am I not surprised, she says? Hey, Do you like my new wig?
She's wearing an overly long brown wig, but she always looks amazing
I love it. You always look amazing.
Are you going to a party after this?
Yeah. I'm going to a house party that these French race-car drivers are throwing but I don't know where it is. Ask Julie. She's driving.
Hi. I'm Julie.
Hi. Samantha.
She turns to me.
Just TXT me!
OK.
Don't forget.

Screen-image from the new George, Gina and Lucy campaign. See the whole thing HERE

I took photos of Gina at Darkroom a long time ago. Under that red light near the front window. We couldn't really hang out cause she was fighting with her boyfriend, and my presence wasn't helping. She's the sort of person that gets to know people by hiring them. She manages bands now. Acquaintances re-acquaint at St. Dymphnas on St. Marks.

Gina: It's as if every single rock star in New York comes to hang here.

Bronques: Isn't that Rob from Island Records?

Gina: Yeah, but he's the president of EMI now. Some drama went down with the label, like, six months ago.

Ed: (to bartender) I need a fucking Bloody Mary.

Ed is a model. He's skinny and beautiful and he has the best collection of leather jackets (except for Rita's). The night I met him, he lay comatose on the hood of a cab. The driver was yelling. He was not moving. All for a picture. CLICK. You keep thinking drugs will kill him, but he keeps living.

Bartender: I make it strong. Is that cool?

Ed: Yeah. I've been puking all morning. I need something strong.

Bronques: Can I get some wings?

Bartender: Yeah. But, they come in dozens.

Bronques: You guys want some? Yeah? Alright... (to Ed) What happened to your tooth Ed?

Ed: I was drunk last week and I was at my friends house and we were jamming and I fell back and the guitar hit my face. Taste of Gibson... (smiles) We were playing "March of Pigs" man...

Gina: Fuck...

Ed: My tooth came halfway out and my friends dad who's a football coach kept yelling "Push it back in! Push it back in!" So I did. It's fine now. It stayed in!

Bronques: It's a little black...

Ed: But it's fine. (turns to Gina) You still going out with Dan?

Gina: No. He's was too secretive. About everything. I never would see him because he was always on tour and... I retired from that shit. I retired from secretive. It's not the best personal quality to have for... uh, human relations...

Bronques: Dan? Secretive? (changing the subject) I heard his album today.

Gina: The whole thing? It's done?

Ed: Yeah, the show last night was epic too.

Bronques: Well, the album is pretty sick. There's this crazy song that sounds like a ballad the Scorpions would have made. A power ballad, but it's still pure Young Love though, if you know what I mean... Dan described it as a song he wrote for girls... and... men...

Gina: Is that Sebastien Tellier?

Bronques: Where?

Gina: No, the song that's playing. I love this song... (to bartender) Can I get an Arnold Palmer?

Bronques: (laughing) What? What's that?

Ed: Ice tea and lemonade.

Gina: I got addicted to them when I was in LA

Ed: You guys going to Leigh's birthday tonight?

Bronques: No. I gotta pack. Traveling tomorrow. Man... Even Tini's going tonight...

Gina: Who's Tini?

Ed: Martina. Bronques' Argentinian pin-up who came to New York to visit...

Gina: Oh...

Ed: Come on. We'll go in drag. You can wear Gina's sailor outfit. I'll slick my hair back. Put some make-up on and glitter and just go topless.

Gina: That's not drag. That's glam.

Ed: Whatever. It's cool. (pause) Isn't it?

Bronques: I can't.

Ed: I thought you were the party king?

Bronques: It never works when I try to go out for "just a little bit"...

Gina: Let's figure it out over real food. I'm hungry. We should get some Ramen tonight. There's a great place near Webster...

Bronques: What about the wings?

Hello?
Hi.
Hi. Where are you?
L.A.
Is everything okay?
Yeah, yeah... I just got in from Les Deux.
Oh... okay... ha ha...
I realized something...
(pause)
What?
That I'm in love with you.
(pause)
I know.
You know?
Yes... I know...
(giggling)
I'm not drunk dialing. I'm serious. I only had one glass of wine tonight...
(giggling)
I know... When do you get back?
Tuesday.
If you want to hang out with me, you better read "I Hate You, Don't Leave Me..."
Why?
So you "get" my condition.
I "get" your condition. That doesn't change anything.
You're sweet. Call me when you get back, okay?
Sounds... good...
(a beautiful silence)
Bye.
Bye.

My favorite t-shirt right now, by Cassette

Everybody loves really long lashes, right?

Jamie was in my bathroom putting make-up on. She doesn't usually use mascara because her lashes are straight and they tend to clump. They didn't clump tonight. She looked like the Siouxie Sioux print on my favorite t-shirt. The one that everyone that has come through these doors this week has tried on and been photographed in. I was pouring Evian in the kitchen.

Jamie: (yelling from the bathroom) I love your medicine cabinet!

Bronques: Uh... haha. Weird. Thanks.

She came out and told me to smell her hands.

Jamie: What do they smell like?

Bronques: Uh... Bark-like. But... Clean... What is that?

Jamie: Heroin.

Then she laughed. Then she started posing. I didn't even have a camera in my hand. She stood on the little cream Yone rug that I got from Urban Outfitters and took off her bra and stood there topless laughing.

Jamie: (emulating a Girls Gone Wild pose) Isn't this your wet dream?

Bronques: (laughing) No.

Normally, if a girl is naked in front of you and she says something like that, you better say "yes", but this was not that type of girl. She would have been disappointed with any other answer. She moved here from Miami to see if she could make it as a film star, but everyone here is looking for asymmetrical haircuts and "odd-looking" beauties. She's just a classic beauty with a Cuban ass. She almost got cast for the new Tarantino movie. Oh well. She's going back to Miami in two weeks.

Jamie: I know I said I wouldn't pose topless... Just don't put it up on your website. I don't care what we do, just as long as it doesn't ruin my career.

Bronques: Put that t-shirt on. It's a Freegums t-shirt. The guy who makes them is from Miami too. Have you heard of them?

Jamie: Uh... No... I like it though. (puts on the Dracula with a red bowtie print t-shirt)

Bronques: Do you still want some water?

MSG: (with a southern gay drawl) "Hi, this is a message for Bronquessss... Yeah... this is Michael from Austin and I know you're coming back to townnnn... and I JUST CAN'T WAIT to take you out... for some... food, or something... you know? I know you can be seduced... I know it! And I'm gonna do it..." (CLICK)

Japan. 11pm. There were no more flights going to New York and the only hotel near Norita airport was an hour away. The airline girl put me in a taxi and gave me a piece of paper with all the info I would need. I had been puking all day and it finally felt like I could hold down food, and I was hungry. Driving through all these small towns at night seeing only Japanese symbols felt like being in David Lynch's "Mulholland Drive", but in Japanese. The hotel check-in was quick. The attendant knew English. Sort of. Well, at least she knew the "hotel check-in phrases" she needed to know. My room was as small as a Dell Computer office cubicle. It took me a few minutes to figure out that my pencil-shaped room key needed to be put in the door slot in order to get light in the room. I was hungry. I went downstairs and stood in front of the hotel. Fuck. Everything was closed. No wonder. It was midnight. People were coming out of the train station. I didn't even realize there was a train station right there. Surely one of these people knew how to speak English? Surely that cute Japanese girl with the silver heels, pigtails and black capri pants knew where I could find some food? Hello. I made eating gestures and pointed to a McDonalds advertisment. She motioned excitedly for me to follow her, and kept saying what sounded like "Family style... family style..." We got in front of a restaurant called "Jonathan's" and I showed her my credit card. No. They didn't take credit cards but she said I was "guest in Japan" so she would pay for me (at least I hoped that's what she meant or I'd be washing dishes in Japan). Her name was Akino and she was hungry too. We sat down at a booth. I ordered some weird chicken dish with potatoes. I didn't even know they had potatoes in Japan. She had a grilled cheese sandwich. Conversation didn't cover alot of ground but I learned that she worked as a dance teacher in this small town we were in, but she lived in Tokyo. Before every pained attempt to speak in English, she would preview the full sentence in Japanese, as if somehow I might get the energy of what she was saying. She thought that my reaction to everything was hilarious. Like, when what I thought were handwipes, actually turned out to be teabags. Hee, hee, hee... Like, how I freaked out when I learned that anytime we needed our waiter we could press a buzzer at our table, just like on a plane. Hee, hee, hee...

Akino means "bright field" in Japanese. Here she is showing me dance moves in my hotel cubicle in Japan.

Champagne. Warmed nuts. Dark chocolate while watching the safety video. Grilled citrus scallops served with a marinated cucumber salad. Fresh seasonal greens and an assortment of fresh vegetables. More wine. They just offered me a wool cardigan.

Airplane food on my trip to China.

House of Pain may not be around anymore, but every single DJ I know still plays 'Jump Around' like it just came out yesterday. A bunch of friends all ended up at DJ Lethal's studio in LA for an after party, and he started telling me the story about how he met Everlast.

DJ Lethal: Well first I met this chick called Terri B and we hit it off. She got signed to Ruthless Records. She was the first white rappper chick that got signed. She was down with Easy E and NWA. I was 15. We were homies and a year later she calls me up and says "My boyfriend is this guy and his name is Everlast and he's going on tour and he wants to hear you beatbox..." And I was like "Wow!" So I met Everlast in the parking lot at Pink Dot on LaCienega and Sunset. I put on my dad's Matinique suit and a polka dot tie, kinda like my Latin homies would do. So, he makes me beatbox and shit, then I rolled and joint and we chilled... You know what? I couldn't even DJ, but I had turntables. (lights up a cigarette) Everlast wanted me to come on tour with him and Ice T. I pressed play on a DAT and scratched on top.

Bronques: You produced Funkdoobiest too right?

DJ Lethal: Yeah, I made the beat. The voice box at the beginning of "Bow Wow Wow", that's my dad...

Bronques: Wow.

DJ Lethal: Yeah, he passed away. I still have the disk with his voice on it.

Bronques: (to ladyfriend sitting nearby) Genie, you gotta hear this...

Genie: (she stands and looks at DJ Lethal) I'm Genie.

DJ Lethal: I'm Lee.

Genie: Where are you from?

DJ Lethal: Latvia.

Genie: Do you speak Russian?

DJ Lethal: Yeah, I do.

Genie: Very cool. Are you part of the Russian Mafia?

DJ Lethal: (laughing) No... I made all of my money being honest...

Bronques: You don't know about DJ Lethal?

Genie: No...

Bronques: He wrote "Jump Around" by House of Pain.

Genie: Wow! Really? I love that song! You know what that song is for me? Mrs. Doubtfire!!

DJ Lethal: (laughing) Mrs Doubtfire... Ha ha... That bought me that car right over there... (points to a white convertible)

Genie: That movie's awesome. I love that movie. Everytime I hear that song I'm like... "Mrs Doubtfire!!!!"

Pricila wears a 55DSL top and a 55DSL plastic bag

Ashley says that nowadays in LA you have to have "Bus-stop Game". Apparently all the hottest girls aren't in the clubs, libraries and cafes anymore... I met Karina at a bus-stop (more luck than game) and we hung out at the Chinese consulate.

55DSL tank top

Opium Group Ad in this month's Ocean Drive Magazine.

People always ask me what camera I use, or what film.

Plane crashes occur most frequently during take off and landing. This is the last statistic that you want to remember when your plane flips on it's side 45 degrees and the stewardess is panicking into the intercom, and you can hear the pilot barking orders in the background. I was pretty sure the roll of film in my camera would be my last. Never watch "La Bamba" on VH1 Classics when you're flying on Jet Blue.

All I need to fall in love is a giraffe in a pair of jeans. Every time I hear "Don't Save Us From The Flames" by M83, I want to fall in love. John Hughes kind of love. The kind of love that would ruin my career, make me change my circle of friends, turn me into a day person, and make me return less than 20% of my phone calls.

Julia. Don't start me.

Things I avoid since the Lagerfeld diet:
Dr. Pepper, Krispy Kreme, After-after parties, Hagan Das dark chocolate ice cream bars, room service, Xochielt, Vegas, photoshoots like the BPM/55DSL editorial, Doritos mix on Jet Blue and European coke in a small glass bottle.

Things I indulge in since the Lagerfeld diet:
Water, Cobb salad, Greek salad with spicy feta cheese, salmon, green apples, oyster shooters, the rowing machine at the gym, freshly squeezed orange juice, reading biographies on Saturday night, Met-Rx shakes and hunger.

Ongoing

The George Gina & Lucy campaign is leaking out.

Sarah just got oggled by disapproving Hasidics walking down the street. Now, she's pre-gaming before the Vice party.

I was in the bathroom of Bowery Hotel doing {drug} and {famous male model} came in and I gave him a few {drug} and he lifted my skirt and fucked me. It only lasted 30 seconds. It was pathetic. Then he called me a crazy bitch and spat at my feet. I was in the hospital all night getting tested for STDs and they kept telling me I should turn him in. But I can't turn him in, because I let him do it... He's so good looking though...

Everytime I see the girl that works at my film processing place, she tells me that she wants me to take pictures of her naked. She sees all the film I shoot. Every week she says a variation of "I can do that too" or "I can get crazy like those people". I don't think I should go there because it would probably be too weird afterwards. But I'm always polite because I don't want her to ever ruin my film or something.

Zakiva looks like my mom

Every couple of days I get an email where someone asks "What's the concept behind Last Night's Party?"
If you read 'Where The Wild Things Are' by Maurice Sendak, it's practically my memoirs.

I had the best orange juice of my life at the airport in Rome. Ironically, I had the worst pasta of my life at the Model Compound in Italy (but a great tuna salad). We all ate together three times a day. If you missed a meal, that was it, you had to wait for the next one. I made friends with the kitchen staff and snuck in some Swiss cheese sandwiches whenever I could. You learn to appreciate Wonderbread when you're really really hungry. La faim est la meilleur des sauces. Can you please photograph this model? Do you have time to see the new collection? Some girl in haircurlers is looking for you. Pure hell.

The crowd after the final fashion show that took place in the middle of nowhere

We got back at six in the morning. I looked everywhere for alcohol, but I couldn't find any. While I was looking, Lizzy drank all the open cans of beer from Jason's fridge. She was drunk. Lizzy loves pickles but she hates milk. She wears tights so she doesn't have to shave. She looks good in tights. She warned me that she would snore when she fell asleep and, she did. I solved that problem by pushing her head slightly off the bed so it was at an angle and then I fell asleep too. When we woke up she said something about forgetting to take her anti-depressants as if she was saying she had forgotten to brush her teeth. We talked about stuff and I felt like I was on vacation. I never take vacations. I try not to think of my job as work so that I don't have to take vacations. Lizzy told me she was 6 foot 1. She's not. She took the Bi-Jules off my finger and I made up a story about the significance of the diamonds and the inscription on the silver. I love to embed material objects with different meaning depending on the kind of night I just had. We had just watched the sun come up and now we were watching the sun go down like in that George Michael duet with Elton John. "Ladies and Gentlemen, Mr. Elton John". I usually say that part too when I'm singing along with the song. The dog barked. It was the pizza guy. Jason had ordered brunch-in-bed for himself and his wife. He offered me a slice and I wondered if I should have it since I'm on the Karl Lagerfeld diet which is only fish.

"Sometimes less is more, and sometimes less is boring." (Plasmosis)

It's not everyday that you get to see your favorite band before they're a household name, and interview them without interruptions from a record company publicist. Anthony Gonzalez, the lead singer from M83 demystified some of my questions about his on-stage romance with "Keyboard Girl", divulges how the iconic cover artwork for 'Saturdays = Youth' came about, and discusses his fashion faux-pas.

Anthony Gonzalez at Williamsburg Music Hall

BRONQUES: I was singing along when I was watching your concert. But it was the kind of 'singing along' that people used to do to REM songs - I'm mumbling melodies but I don't know what the words are.

ANTHONY: (laughing) The lyrics actually do mean something. But it's okay if there's a bit of mystery to what the words mean. My French accent doesn't help, but at least you can imagine whatever you want to.

BRONQUES: Why didn't you play my favorite song 'You, Appearing'?

ANTHONY: We tried it in rehearsal in Paris but it didn't work. It's very produced and layered, so we haven't been able to recreate it live yet.

BRONQUES: That girl that sings your falsetto parts live is so good...

ANTHONY: Yes. We share the writing process. I do all the music, but lyrically she helped a lot. She's a big part of it. Her name is Morgan Kibby. It's always good to have a girl on stage and she speaks French very well, and there's a good connection with her.

BRONQUES: My friend Rose introduced me to your band so I brought her with me to see you guys live. She concocted a whole scenario that you guys were lovers and there was all this passion between both of you... What's the real story?

ANTHONY: (joking) I'm so in love with Morgan, but she doesn't want me. Every night I try, but she's not interested...

BRONQUES: But, you're French! You guys are masters of seduction!

ANTHONY: She's got a boyfriend, and she's in love. She's actually more like a sister to me. Having a love affair with Morgan is a crazy idea to me. I can see why people want to think that though.

BRONQUES: What T-shirt were you wearing the night I saw you play? It was black, with a crazy print, underneath a cardigan...

ANTHONY: An Alien Workshop t-shirt, the skateboard brand, and an American Apparel cardigan and BCBG jeans.

BRONQUES: What underwear?

ANTHONY: (checking) I wear Eminence. It's a French brand.

BRONQUES: What are those necklaces you're wearing?

ANTHONY: One is from my grandmother, the other is from my father. I don't feel confident without them.

BRONQUES: Shoes?

ANTHONY: I always wear Converse! I love my all black hi-tops with the black logo. But I always wear white socks. So many girls tell me it's not fashionable to wear white socks. They're very cheap and I like them. Besides that, I love to wear black items, because they always look good.

BRONQUES: How much influence do you have in the videos. They're so fashionable.

ANTHONY: I choose all the people that I end up working with. The videos, the record covers... I chose Anouk Bertin the photographer. She's a good friend of mine...

BRONQUES: Those kids on the cover! Wow!

ANTHONY: Yes! We did a street casting to find those kids.

BRONQUES: In Paris?

ANTHONY: No, in New York. We shot the cover in a park in Manhattan. I wanted to have good-looking kids, not beautiful, but with charisma. I wanted a picture that could be the poster of a John Hughes movie. We styled it...

BRONQUES: All those ideas, the crazy hats, the skeleton outfit were all thought of beforehand?

ANTHONY: Yes. We wanted teen clichés. The redhead girl like Molly Ringwald, the Kurt Cobain boy, the ghost teen and all the clichés you find in today's fashion... and I wanted the cover to have an 80s feeling.

BRONQUES: Why did you choose a park? Why not a parking lot...

ANTHONY: There's a certain romanticism to being in a park. It's all green, and red from the sun... It took one day. The casting took 2 weeks. It was raining all day, but with artificial light we recreated the effect of sunlight right on location. Anouk does a lot of fashion magazines but this was her first album cover.

BRONQUES: I had created this whole fantasy in my head that the photo was taken in Paris with French kids...

ANTHONY: (laughing) Sorry to destroy your fantasy...

BRONQUES: Do you feel a connection with Ed Banger and Justice and other French music?

ANTHONY: I don't know them personally, but I appreciate the music they do. It's a really good label. A lot of French music is very electronic, like Air and Justice now, but my music is very different. If I'm having success now, I'm thankful to people like Daft Punk and Air.

BRONQUES: Did you guys party at all in New York?

ANTHONY: (laughing) I was so drunk! We went to the bar after the show, then we went back to the hotel. I don't drink a lot of alcohol, but I love champagne! But I have to have some discipline too, so I play sports and lift weights. I'm not the kind of artist that smokes pot every night and takes heroin and has a lot of tattoos.

BRONQUES: Let's take some pictures.

ANTHONY: (pointing to my camera) You use a Polaroid?

BRONQUES: Sometimes...

ANTHONY: My girlfriend uses Polaroids too...

M83 is the best band alive right now. I love John Hughes inspired teen angst and romanticism. It's hard to tell if in five years from now they're going to be U2 or... Stereolab... I used to ask my models to pick the music whenever I was doing a photoshoot. Now, I automatically play M83 no matter what. That's why my photos have flowers, skylines and other gay shit like that in them these days. Heidi agrees that "Everyone should have a soundtrack to their lives". I bought a ghettoblaster (not politically correct) just so I could listen to m83 everywhere I went. It was a hundred dollars more than an Iphone Sony headphone adapter. My favorite song is the last song: an 11 minute synthesizer drone. I listen to it on repeat when Sophia Lamar puts me on hold.

By the way, is it possible that you're alive right now and you don't know the song 'A Milli' by Lil Wayne?

'A Milli', Lil Wayne

My Waitress, Nicole, hugging my boombox

Dana is a painter. She also does make up. But... she's not a photographer (it's fun to pretend). See our day hanging out on the set of Sandra Bullock's new movie HERE

Isn't it everybody's fantasy to crawl through the streets of New York naked in the rain? I met Sarah at a skater party. She looks like the girls I worshiped when I worked at Bust Magazine. "Weather is meant to be revered or ignored." Tom Robbins. Cheap Monday Cardigan

Interview with Nada Surf

MATTHEW CAWS: I've been touring so much... It's kind of like non-stop nightlife when you're on tour. I've had enough nightlife to last me for two lifetimes.

BRONQUES: How do you preserve your voice and still party?

MATTHEW CAWS: It's hard. What's better than smoking... when you're drinking, right? The thing that's actually worse than smoking though, is talking. If you're yelling in someone's ear in a loud club you can really pay the price the next day.

BRONQUES: So there's validity in that whole thing Celine Dion does in not talking all day?

MATTHEW CAWS: Oh, for sure. I try to drink tons of water and do scales all day to break it in. Life could be so easy if you just did the things that were good for you. Eat well, get enough sleep, get exercise, stay in touch with friends, stay in touch with family, work everyday, try to leave places nicer than how you found them, stick to cultural things that interest you as well as entertain you whether they're hi-brow or low-brow... There's not that much to it, but doing all that is so hard...

BRONQUES: And so anti rock and roll...

MATTHEW CAWS: That's not important to me anymore...

BRONQUES: I've heard that if you practice in your falsetto, you strengthen your voice without damaging it because all the sound resonates in the head, and not the throat.

MATTHEW CAWS: That's great to know. Are you a singer?

BRONQUES: My mom was a gospel singer.

MATTHEW CAWS: Oh...

BRONQUES: I still don't get how you made your transition from one-hit wonder to writing anthemic songs like "Always Love".

MATTHEW CAWS: I just kept writing diary entries and doing the same thing, basically. But for "Always Love", I wrote it on a beautiful day in New York, when I was affected emotionally. It was heartbreakingly beautiful that day. We needed songs for the record and Ira came over and we wrote that song in 15 minutes. I stumbled upon a melody and it was exhilarating. You never know when it will happen. So even though I'm not as positive in real life as what it sounds like on that song, I thought it would be a great letter to myself, so that everytime I sing the song or read the title I would get that feeling and remember that I should be excited about everyday. When you think about it, all the complications in life are optional.

BRONQUES: It's great how "Popular" was cool partly because of the way your voice sounded, and with the new more serious stuff, it sounds perfect too but in a different way...

MATTHEW CAWS: Let me be honest. I'm fragile sometimes, and you can hear it in my voice. So lyrics that may seem naïve, or Hallmark-y, or put-on or EMO, or bathetic... Pathetic with a B. You know that word? It comes from the Greek root 'bathos'. Bathos is over the top emotional... We get criticized for it sometimes.

Girl: (interrupting) I'm from Vivo.com. Can I get a picture?

MATTHEW CAWS: I'm in the middle of a conversation, but we can do it real quick...

BRONQUES: Yeah. That's cool... (turning to her friend) Hey, who are you? Can I take your picture? (photoshoot ensues)

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Bronques: Hi. Can I take your picture?

Girl: What? Who are you?

Random Stranger: (eavesdropping then interrupting) Excuse me... but, hey, are you Bronques?

Bronques: Uh, yeah...

Random Stranger: Oh, that's what I thought. (turning to girl) You should totally do it. He'll make you look good...

My new airplane friend Chelsea in the Jet Blue bathroom on our way to Miami

Dinner With Bronques: Chromeo's anti-celebrity lead singer, Dave 1, and OK Magazine Editor, Lindsey Hunter at Ilili. Dave tells us why Proust was the ultimate scenester and Lindsey, getting saucier with each "Poison Sumac Margarita", gives us a backstage view of "OK" and tries to scoop some personal information out of the elusive Dave. Kanye, Britney and Vampire Weekend all pop up in conversation.

Ilili's Amuse: Pita Crackers with Lebanese Olives, and Zaatar Flavored Labne. To see the full meal CLICK HERE

BRONQUES: I've never partied with you. When is that gonna happen?

DAVE: What does that entail? Getting really really drunk?

BRONQUES: No, just coming out and staying out past 2AM. I saw Armand and P-Thugg last night. They had fun.

DAVE: Oh, The Six Six Sick party! They wanted me to guest DJ that... You know, I drink, but not that much. It doesn't take much for me to be tipsy... Last night after you left I drank that whole bottle in the dressing room.

LINDSEY: Is it hard to be a teacher and balance the rock star thing?

DAVE: I turn down 5 to 6 gigs a week because of school. Teaching is my priority. The thing with music is that it's very easy to let it control your life. You have all these people that are working with you on it... Record labels, managers, lawyers... You're the artist and you kind of feel indebted to them, you know? It's your music and they're working so hard for you, so it's very easy to start saying "yes" to everything, but when you do that you lose yourself. I actually learned that from Kanye. My brother has worked with Kanye for years. Kanye would turn down Letterman and other huge TV shows and his attitude was that he had to draw the line so it didn't feel like it was controlling his life. I think it's a healthy thing. If they have their way with you, they'll have you play a show every night. If it's not a show, it's a showcase, if it's not a showcase it'll be an instore...

LINDSEY: You're teaching graduate at {University} right? What's your specialty there?

DAVE: French literature. One of the hottest bands in America right now is from my school.

LINDSEY: Who?

DAVE: Vampire Weekend.

BRONQUES: They have my favorite album cover of the year so far. That chandelier... It's such a great party photo.

DAVE: That was taken at the school. That chandelier is in the Literary Society. The photo is from one of their first shows. I think they took it themselves.

LINDSEY: I studied Proust in France at the American University of Paris. I lived with this crazy woman. She thought I was her daughter. It was a weird bad situation.

DAVE: I start Proust in two weeks, actually.

BRONQUES: Who's Proust?

DAVE: He's like the French Shakespeare.

LINDSEY: I think that Proust's "In Search of Lost Time" is the best book ever. Wouldn't you agree?

DAVE: Yeah... Maybe not in all the world's literature, but in definitely in western literature... To a western reader it might just be the most fulfilling literary experience out there.

LINDSEY: And, the longest...

BRONQUES: Wow. How are you guys going to elevate a book to that height? Does it have a good ending or something?

DAVE: It's not just a book. It's an intense work of 6,000 pages.

LINDSEY: Seven volumes. But I only read the first two I must admit.

BRONQUES: Okay, but why is it better than, let's say... Lord Of The Rings?

DAVE: (laughing) It's different. First of all you have to draw this arbitrary distinction between popular literature and...

LINDSEY: Literary literature. Right?

DAVE: Yeah. And it's arbitrary. It's like drawing a line between graffiti and what's at the MOMA. Sometime graffiti gets into the MOMA and conversely there are people who do PHDs on Lord Of The Rings as well... But most of the literature that's read is not studied in an academic context, and I admit that's strange. But, in the literary world, "In Search Of Lost Time" is one of the greatest, if not the greatest work. I say that because other bodies of work like Shakespeare are harder to read for an audience today. You need more background to get into it. But the thing about Proust is that people of our generation and our sensibilities can understand it. Even though, when you start it, the first hundred pages is about a kid that can't go to sleep until his mom kisses him goodnight...

BRONQUES: (laughing) Does it keep you on the edge of your seat?

DAVE: Well, you're carried by it because...

LINDSEY: You know that something good is coming...

DAVE: It's another rhythm... There's parts where the plot is really intense and there are other really slow descriptive sections.

BRONQUES: So it's kind of like Tarantino's Jackie Brown, but in book form?

DAVE: (laughing) Slower. Slower than that. The thing is that, it's such an exact portrait of our psychology that you cannot believe how accurately this guy put down our most intimate emotions. Stuff that's so inside your brain you don't even ever bother to think about it. He describes "involuntary memory" to a "T". Like when I smell spray paint and it reminds me of a specific moment in 1994 when P and I got busted for writing graffiti in Montreal...

BRONQUES: Did that really happen?

DAVE: Yeah. (laughter) You remember things so vividly... It's hard enough to talk about it, so imagine writing about it, then reading it and then relating to it exactly! Every person that reads this feels like "Oh my god this happened to me!" The thing about Proust is that he came of age really late. He was probably the most unlikely guy to write a deep psychological body of work. He was the ultimate scenester. Maybe even more superficial than that... He was out at every party. He used to tip the doormen to sit him down and tell him who was there and what everybody was wearing. He would tell everybody that he was writing this great book, and they were like "Yeah, whatever"... And he actually did it against all odds. He had to pay people to have his books published.

Waiter: Excuse me. Are you ready to order?

BRONQUES: Oh... uh, no... Maybe we should look at the menu...

DAVE: (looking at menu) I get that it's Middle Eastern?

LINDSEY: I read in a review that it's better to stay with the classics with Middle Eastern and not go off into the duck schwarma for instance...

BRONQUES: You read a review before you came here?

LINDSEY: Yeah. I always do that before I go out.

BRONQUES: You're such a sleuth.

LINDSEY: New York magazine said to stay with the classics.

DAVE: I don't know, duck is pretty classic...This is straight up Lebanese. Kibenaya is basically raw meat. I have it at P's house all the time. (to Linsey) P-Thugg is the other guy in Chromeo. He's Lebanese and his mom is a great cook.

BRONQUES: Does P have a sister?

DAVE: Yeah...

BRONQUES: Is she hot?

DAVE: (laughing) Uh, yeah, she's pretty good looking... Bronques, she's like my sister...

BRONQUES: Lebanese women are hot.

LINDSEY: I have to ask... Dave, are you single?

DAVE: Uh, yeah.

LINDSEY: Why?

DAVE: I don't know. I just am... You see the dressing room at our shows? It's like a boys club. P, Armand and Nicky. P's growing his beard. He's got such a great working visa to get into the states that he's trying to see how long he can grow his beard before he gets into trouble. He could be almost a Jalaba and they'll let him in... (laughter)

LINDSEY: I find that a lot of men have beard envy. Do you get that?

DAVE: My beard is terrible. I have a little scruff. I couldn't grow mine forever. I never really shave. I'm not a hairy dude...

BRONQUES: You got some George Michael shit going on now... I know you keep it trimmed...

DAVE: George Mikahlecacous...

BRONQUES: (laughing) What the... How do you know that?

DAVE: I saw a Behind the music. It's not the first time people make a comparison to Chromeo and Wham. In England we get a lot of gay press, so we feed into it a little bit. I grew up with Wham. I'm a product of videos and MTV. I'm from the first generation that grew up witnessing the birth of the video artform. I listen to Hall and Oats...

Waiter: Excuse me. Are you ready to order?

BRONQUES: Yes. You guys can order for me. I like everything on the menu.

Waiter: If you'd like to do the sharing bit, you could do a Mesa Royal. You'd get to all the sections of the menu. It's sizable, so apart from that you wouldn't need anything else. I can course you in on that. You're going to get everything in the vegetables section except the grape leaves and the shoshito peppers, but you get the lamb sausage, tabouli, baba ganoush, the fried kiba, homemade pita bread...

LINDSEY: That sounds good!

Waiter: I think the three of you will be very satisfied...

DAVE: (to Lindsey) What do you do?

LINDSEY: I'm the music editor at OK magazine. I have to call publicists every day after celebrity things happen to find out if it's true. Publicists can be the most horrible people ever though. They lie 90% of the time. They'll yell at you on the phone, and make death threats... Celebrity publicists are horrifying. Music publicists are great, so are DVD publicists, but celebrity publicists will scream at you for hours if you let them. We'll resolve something and they keep calling back, insulting me, insulting the magazine...

BRONQUES: Do they know what you look like?

LINDSEY: No, most of the time they don't know me at all. They just want to intimidate you me so that I won't run anything about their client. "We will rip you a new asshole, you piece of shit..." They go personal.

DAVE: I always thought that when I saw all that stuff about Britney, that the publicist was behind it all. I mean it's like a campaign. She's in every magazine!

LINDSEY: You would think! But they flip out... I called once on a 100% positive item for {a celebrity} saying that she {virtuous action} and her publicist bitched at us. They were saying that they wanted to stab us! All this drama for a fluff piece? Then they'll call you10 minutes later and be like "Hey girlfriend, what's up... Let's try to get THIS in.." It's emotionally draining. I can see how people get burnt out on this.

BRONQUES: How do you deal with it? You're so good-natured!

LINDSEY: I drink. (laughter) Especially after a hard day like Mondays. That's our closing day. I might have to get out of it at some point.

BRONQUES: Yeah, but you're also getting hard-wired to learn to deal with that sort of shit. If you went and got a regular job now, you'd be bored so fast!

DAVE: It's like on Wall Street. People scream at each other and then they're all friends later.

LINDSEY: Yeah, but I'm not reciprocating. I don't yell at anybody. I realize that what we're doing here is silly... It's just entertainment.

BRONQUES: Well that, and money...

LINDSEY: For them, but not for me...

BRONQUES: When you get a scoop. That's a lot of money for your magazine. Like that Britney thing, when she walked out of her photoshoot with OK, that kind of put the magazine on the map here in the States.

LINDSEY: My pet peeve right now is people who feel bad for celebrity. The famous people all know where to go to be seen. You don't go to Robertson boulevard if you want to be incognito.

DAVE: What's that?

LINDSEY: It's like the big shopping LA street where all the paparazzi go stalk... Celebrities will go to lunch at the Ivy and be like "Oh those paparazzi, they're killing me! My life is horrible." Please...

BRONQUES: Did you see the Lindsey Lohan thing?

DAVE: What happened?

LINDSEY: She gets nude. Fully nude as a homage to Marilyn. In New York Magazine. Nude. Nothing to promote... Just for the press. They even had to reprint. The website was down for a couple of minutes. It totally worked.

DAVE: Man, I don't know... I just wanna hear a hot song. I don't care what it is you do, if you deliver great art, then, you have my attention. Britney, anybody... If you come with a hot song, you win. If Backstreet Boys came out tomorrow, or that funny dude with the beard from NSync came out tomorrow with a hot record, we'd all love him. I remember when it was right in the middle of the R. Kelly scandal, he came out with "Ignition"... Remember? Man, "Ignition" is proof... It shows you that for our collective consciousness, a hot song will bypass everything.

Everything written about HEARTSREVOLUTION focuses on unicorns, fun-dip, rainbows, ice-cream trucks and everything else in their world of cuteness. But when I met Layla after their show in NYC, I got a completely different perspective.

Bronques: I thought your name was Layla?

Layla: They also call me Lo.

Bronques. How do you spell that?

Layla: L, O. (laughter)

Bronques: How do you get Lo from Layla?

Layla: Because I grew up in Armenian Glendale and people started calling me Lay which was bad... So then they started calling me Lola 'cause I wore heart shaped sunglasses and I always dated older men. And then it morphed into Lo. I've been Lo since I was twelve. I even had that shit tattooed on the side of my body with Old English White letters. L, O! Gangsta! What's your sign?

Bronques: Guess.

Layla: Tell me... I have no {Armenian word for 'energy'}... I like to know who I'm dealing with.

Bronques: You're dealing with a {my sign, but I can't say because I don't want Rosa to know}.

Layla: Oh I love {my sign, but I can't say because I don't want Rosa to know}

Bronques: What are you?

Layla: Scorpio. We're a match. It's all good. What you want, I need... so it's like ugn, we get what we want! You don't understand about tonight! It's legendary. This is the first time we've ever played with a drummer. We didn't even practice.

Bronques: Do you guys have a record deal?

Layla: Yes we have one coming out on I Heart Comix which is clear pink vynil and it's a remix record for 'Choose Your Own Adventure'. We're gonna release worldwide with them on June 24.

Bronques: How is dealing with Franki (label head)? He's so... angry! (laughter)

Layla: He's an angry little man and I'm an angry little woman so it works perfect! (laughter) Franki is behind this whole thing happening, so I love him.

Bronques: Everyone focuses on cuteness with you, but you're, uh, edgy...

Layla: That's what the Switchblade record is about... Not that you care, but I'm going to tell you anyways because you're my friend... My daughter's name is Tiger. She's nine. I like to say "I have the heart of a Tiger, the mouth of a trucker, some call me a MILF, I'm a crazy motherfucker..."

'Choose Your Own Adventure', HEARTSREVOLUTION
(courtesy of I Heart Comix)

Bronques: So many suprises... Where are you going with all of this?

Layla: Total world domination. T, W, D.

Bronques: When you conquer the world what do you want to do with it?

Layla: I wanna eat.

Bronques: Wha-?

Layla: I weigh 100 pounds right now, but mark my words, 10 years from now I'll be 35 pounds overweight and I'll know where every fucking calorie came from.

Bronques: You live here now?

Layla: We live near Max Fish. We've never even been there. I don't care about 'the scene' and parties. I care about family. I look at our audience as our friends. We have the most amazing friends all around the world. Kids mail us these beautifully decorated envelopes from all around the world. From Puru, South Africa, Guatemala... It's crazy! We brought the Hearts Challenger truck here as a 3 month trial, and when it was time to go back, I just didn't want to go back. It's just one of those things... We had this treehouse in LA that was designed by a set designer at Disney in the 70s. There were mushroom shaped stools and all the water faucets were fairies and humming birds... I gave up the house and we moved here.

Bronques: (to Ben) You guys are a couple?

Layla: A couple of freaks. (laughter)

Bronques: (to Ben) You're the quiet one.

Ben: Yeah.

Bronques: What's your sign?

Layla: What do you think he is?

Bronques: I would say Cancer.

Layla: Close. He's Pisces.

Bronques: Oh.

Layla: I'm cancer rising, Airies moon... I'm psychotic! Pisces are good with Scorpio, Cancer and Airies and I'm all three! Terry, our new drummer is also a Pisces. He's a beautiful chocolate version of Ben. And his girlfriend deals with kids with ADHD. I need to bring her on tour so she can deal with Tiger!

Bronques: (to Ben) How do you deal with her? (laughter) I thought it was just cuteness... Like when we met in LA...

Layla: Are you sure it was me? Or was it a girl that looked like me? All the girls that do the ice-cream truck look like me. I hire girls that look like me. Cute little brown haired girls. I don't like any blondes in my shit.

Bronques: What's up with the, uh... pink, racoon, eyes...

Layla: It's all smudged out. I like it because it makes me feel like a ninja. I found this clown make-up so I used it. (makes a weird face) Whoa! Ugh. I need to vomit. I'm gonna vomit...

Bronques: Are you serious?

Layla: Un-hun... I never drink...