Today’s portrait is so mundane. I spent, like, eight hours in the car taking pictures from LA to Santa Cruz, playing DJ PJ with myself, and making shitty jokes with my dad. It was an intensely long day, and I am just happy to be home. This portrait is not as cool as it could’ve been if I planned it better, but I think it reflects my feelings about the day. We were double booked for dinner tonight. After a tour of downtown Santa Cruz with Erik (I think I’ve fallen in love with the Red Room and mint chocolate chip cookies; I will be back when it’s warmer to crash on his couch and record music- or at least I intend to), we headed to Heather’s house in Menlo Park for a Chanukah party. She wanted to see my dad and she wanted me to meet her son- a freshly out of the closet, ivy league water polo player who is wonderful and sweet and basically everything that I am not.
Heather has two Keith Harring prints in her living room. I’d never been to her house before, and I saw them as soon as I walked in and without thinking about it, began walking towards them. I didn’t even realize until I’d been standing with my face inches from the frames for about a minute, and my father, assuming I was just being weird and rude, called me back to reality. My father didn’t know who he was, so he was confused as to why I was even interested in them. I had to explain who he was- I think my enthusiasm impressed Heather, in less than ten seconds, my personality completely reversed- instead of the shocked look I had when we walked in, now they couldn’t get me to shut up and I was grinning like an idiot. She told me she bought them for herself when she made a bunch of money on something when she was younger because she loved them and he wasn’t so famous that she couldn’t afford it yet. And later when she asked me about what I was working on and I showed her the self-portraits, she told me I should do Today’s photo in front of the prints. But my equipment was in the car, and her kids were gathered around the prints, talking on the couch. I felt weird about shooting in front of so many people, so she told me to come back and do it another time. I am absolutely going to take her up on that; I ended up having a great time, and had I not been so anxious to get back to my cat and the comforts of my own room, I would’ve stayed until I was ready to pass out. But alas, I am a cat lady, so getting home to this cute ball of chubby fuzz was my first priority for the night.