The Weekend in Photos

This was the first weekend in recent memory where we were not travelling or about to travel or obligated to some holiday related activity. So here are some of the weekend's highlights told in photos:

On Friday night, while on our way out to get some Aussie food, a pair of shoes was found in our elevator. As of this writing they have yet to be claimed:



Saturday saw the return of the Hypefactor experionce as the song "one.nine.five.six" was prepped for mixing:



Brandt's dog was not impressed:



Somewhere in San Francisco, Ro Ro happily played:



Arriving early for the Editors gig (which was moved 4 times before ending up at Rothko), Irene was photographed by some girl who looked like Selma Blair, and was a photographer for Spin Magazine, who was impressed by Irene's outfit (top by All Saints of London):



Then the Editors came on and they simply owned it. Of all the recent Joy Division inspired-bands in recent memory, I feel these guys are the best. The live show is a much more enjoyable affair than the album (which I like a lot). The album is very cold and distant, but live the songs are passionate and hard. The frontman, Tom Smith, is fucking intense and the band delivers big time. It was a short, tight set and completely worth the drama that everyone went through. This is a great gig to start the year on:



Then to top it off, my hero, Mr. Peter "Morrissey Is a Twat so don't ask me to spin The Smiths" Hook, DJ'd the Editors afterparty at Fontana's. :



Irene, yet again, was able to secure us some VIP shit that put us in the upstairs section where he was DJing, so that was a treat. This was fun, especially when joined by Danny and Lurch, but sadly the hipster and douche overload became too much and we bailed halfway through the set for some pizza. However, it was a nice way to spend a Saturday night

I have no pictures of today mostly cause we were lazy, did some shopping, and then went to the streets of Stewart Manor to visit family and to help my younger cousin move into my old bedroom because she is going to college nearby. We got a homecooked meal and drank the usual large quantities of wine and tea. While cleaning out my room for said cousin, I found a box containing every lyric I ever wrote from 1990 to about 1995. ohhhh embarassing. The advantage of being a packrat!

Anyhow, I hope you're well.

F