400pm. Two allergy pills, one decent-sized lunch at El Cholo (that also happened to include me burning the fuck out of my tongue on some hot chocolate), one nap under a giant faux-down comforter, and what you’ve got is a man with the inability to think or taste.
BUT I CAN STILL POST PHOTOS.
This here? Laura, from our shoot at my new favorite place to shoot, up in Griffith Park. Go up a slightly treacherous dog path and you find yourself in a tiny li’l ersatz pacific northwest. Just gorgeous up there, and it overlooks a good portion of the city.
So you’ll be seeing a lot of it, here. Yep. Okay, back to drooling and trying to get my tongue to feel again.
