Just got home from a shoot that ran way past midnight and I'm still peeling off someone else's styling. This dress wasn't even mine. Tell me you wouldn't help with that zipper.
Just got home from a shoot that ran way past midnight and I'm still peeling off someone else's styling. This dress wasn't even mine. Tell me you wouldn't help with that zipper.
Bikini Kill just ripped The Wiltern apart and I'm out on Wilshire with my ears still ringing and everything else still buzzing. Walk me to the car before I do something stupid.
Liz Phair and Sleater-Kinney at the Greek tonight and I couldn't even make it past the trees without needing a minute to myself. You'd come looking for me before the first note, wouldn't you?
Last day of the Sublime exhibit and I keep getting stuck on these old flyers. Long Beach punk energy does something to me that I wasn't expecting. Tell me you wouldn't pull me out of here and take me somewhere louder.
Screen went dark ten minutes ago and the whole rooftop emptied out but I can't make myself leave. Shoes off, dress unzipped halfway down my back, and the skyline all to myself. Tell me you wouldn't just sit down next to me and watch the city till sunrise.
Found a rooftop to wait out the hour before the Bowl opens and the wind up here is having its way with this dress. Bet you'd offer to help and just make it worse.
Fiesta Hermosa doesn't start for hours and I've already got the whole beach to myself. Brought a suit that wasn't really made for swimming. Tell me you'd find me before the crowds do.
Three days off and I'm claiming this lounger for all of them. You'd have to drag me out of this sun.
Spread out on a blanket in Griffith Park waiting for Comedy of Errors to start and this dress is doing whatever it wants. Tell me you'd be watching the stage instead of me.
Death By Sexy is still ringing in my chest and my driver has no idea what I'm doing back here. Tell me you wouldn't take the long way home.