I met heaven in beachwood canyon. it was a joint syd's birthday party / summer camp horror july 4th party at cassie"s. I had gotten drunk by the time I found myself in conversation with him, probably already had a bump (brat summer baby). do I remember the details? who ever does. all you're left with is the hangover and the general vibes you got from a person. my vibe was most definitely "guy who is party rocking unapologetically" and heaven's was "someone who in a year and a half will take photos for jonny baby's wonderful photo archive"—man, don't I got some intuition?
11/15/2025 – it was pouring when I went to his soon to be former los angeles home. yes, homeboy is moving to new york—a tragedy for the people in this city that fuck with him. a miracle for those in nyc. I always need a reason to fly cross-country.
I was wearing a dress shirt, black tie, and dodgers world series baseball cap. after the shoot, I'd head out to charlie's birthday jazz night in silverlake (that's another story though). in that moment, inside heaven's room—slowly unlacing my l.l. bean duck boots and removing my rei bright orange rain outer-shell—his dog. I forgot the dog's name. fuck me though, I loved that guy. total sweetheart, not a single bark. just loved cuddles. I was mad petting the dude while heaven changed outfits. I love animals. not vegan though. sorry harley, if we ever shoot.
heaven is a place. heaven is a person.
all over the room, cute shit. I can't even spell some of this shit. if its cute, it's there. the only thing I can name is domo and hello kitty but trust me there's so much. michi something man. but I love the embrace of whimsy. the reclamation of the comforts so closely associated with our youth. are we not allowed tender feelings as we age? refuse a hardened shell. allow yourself to become overwhelmed with joy. unless its a funko pop.
fuck funko pops.
