brett moved into the room that was once ashlynn's.
there's still paintings around the room.
there's still sculptures about.
there's still a bed in the corner and a ceiling without any lights, and those ugly colored walls.
the last time I was in that home, I had rushed to make a party zoe and ashlynn were hosting. I left my house at 8pm, made emergency restroom stops in the valley twice, got stranded in hollywood for a bit, got news that my friend had gotten pregnant (bad pregnant), and by the time I did get to the party it was already midnight and the couples (maybe couples? I don't know who's monogamous anymore) were getting ready to wind down and fuck—probably. I thought it'd be a goodbye to that spot forever. friends move and that's it, no reason to come back.
but brett was my reason—I got to say hello again, 11/25/2024.
we never met til the day. like most things nowadays, it starts online. we both became aware of each other because of the series and its reach and we eventually planned to shoot, yesterday actually as I'm typing this. I'm actually really exhausted. I've been awake since 2:50am. I have to wake up again at 2:50am but I'm a champ.
he bought me coffee, so sweet.
I really admire brett's art. especially the sculptures of those little tiger guys with their dicks all up. purely aesthetic interest though. I don't pay much attention to the meaning behind art, but when the meaning and intent is presented to me in the form of directly being told what it is—I'll appreciate the fuck out of that artwork.
how the fuck am I awake, I'm really marathoning this, segue to brett running a marathon. 5K? I think a marathon. more than I could do.
taylor knows who brett is. we send voice messages every single day. I told her I took photos of brett and she mentioned that she saw some video a while ago of him talking art schools. I think it's just so neat how things can intersect like that. seriously, who the hell are we?
the tiny connections we make that can blossom into something so much bigger. And I have this kinda existential appreciation for my life every so often, especially when I type these but I can't help it. taylor is actually one of the reasons why I was even in the room with brett.
I've talked about it before but we had met at a party. met again a year later. became so-so friends. became aware of junior high. became friends with sara and nat. started taking photos at shows, one of them had zoe vending at. zoe and I do the home shoot. yadda yadda, and now I'm in a room with brett all tucked up. how funny things end up.
can't wait to see what our crazy little photoshoot will lead to.
