eva and I met for the first time in the valley. some park in sherman oaks. 8/31/24. I'd been wanting to take photos of people in cheerleading outfits—I have such struggles actually getting shoots together so it was tight that eva was down. she even got an outfit + pom poms. she went back to new york not long after for a tour, we made a plan to reconnect once she got back. and we did. 5/11/25.
she scooped me up from home and we stopped by a taco bell for a taste test of their chicken nuggets, solid 6/10 for me personally. after we did this shoot we also recorded a makeshift music video that may or may not come out. that's just the life of making art, shit just becomes lost media. if it does ever get finished and released, you'll know this was the day it happened.
it's fun how social media is . everything in my life comes from a dm. it's how I got into ariela's party where I met taylor who was the person that inspired this series (and so many other things down the rabbit hole of time and circumstance). eva probably came up in a suggested post, she seemed so cool. being in new york, I knew we wouldn't get a shoot any time soon (let alone a home shoot) but I wanted to stay connected. it happened of course. I didn't even listen to any of her songs until I met her. to me, a clean slate is the best way to meet someone. like talking to some random person at a party, doing your best not to share instagrams because you know a mutual glimpse of who you are outside of that moment will shift the dynamic—potentially ruining what could be beautiful human connection.
her music fucks by the way. birthday girl + i'll show you magic (the latter of which I was so blessed to listen to a couple wip songs).
I believe in eva. our friendship is barely two days of actual irl time together but I see what they do. the touring life is grueling. the music making process is frustrating. the social media marketing artists have to do now is tiring and distracting. shit fucking sucks, but you do it because you love it. what else can you do? I don't know what eva's goals are but I don't care—I'm rooting for her whatever she ends up doing. life is already a pain, you gotta uplift each other. unless you're a bitch. eva isn't, so we're good.
this too shall pass. type shit.
the room she's in now will be gone, she'll have moved out to some other place that she'll move out from in the future. she'll have gone on more tours, dropped more projects, taken more photos (some with me if I don't fuck up somewhere down the line).
this blog, this archive, is for you reader. to see this slice of our lives, who we were back then (right now). we might be dead, which if I were dead this website wouldn't exist tbh—I wouldn't be able to renew my domain registration or website hosting subscriptions, but the sentiment remains.
I'm lucky to get to meet all these people. lucky to document, to create digital ephemera. for us, for you. send me an email, whatever year you're in. this is/was 2025 y'all. is instagram still around? is america?
goodbye for now.
