Walking down Fairfax Avenue (for lunch at Golden State Cafe) the day after MJ died, I found the strangest (like my life would have it any other way) poster equating MJ's death with Christ (no comment), so I took this reflective self-portrait to mark this surreal and historical (hysterical) occasion.
Further down the street I found the remains of someone taking a moment for themselves...
Until next time... Miss Absinthe
1 comment:
depressing, yet depressingly cool. love that neighborhood; when i was consulting with E!, I was around that area a bunch. I also really liked that MJ reflective photo. i like your blog...
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