I met priscilla around the time that I was incredibly drunk during the zoe + ash party that I always find myself referencing. I brought up this project and we were both up for it—it just wasn't until months later on 10/19/2025 that I actually set a date. a miracle she hadn't moved by the time I finally got my brain wired to reach out. too many people leave town once I've rallied. thank god she wasn't one of them.
only so many times am I able to travel to the bay area, or new york, or chicago (someday).
I love meeting argentinians. if there's one nationality in latin america that other latin americans are fed up with that aren't mexicans, it's the argentinians. there's this deep belief that they're too cocky—beyond your standard pride. I joked how awful it was that messi finally won his world cup because we don't need argentina to have more to brag about.
the only other person in my life that has argentinian in them (that I know of) is brando—and god do you know right away.
the best part of exploring cities for me, are seeing the pockets of diaspora. especially mi gente latino. the puerto rican elders listening to music on blast in the bushwick mcdonald's. the mexican street vendors of los angeles selling us fabled ambrosia for our drunkest nights. the colombians. the dominicans. the guatemalans. the hondurans. the panamanians. the peruvians. fucking everybody man. the entire world concentrated in this country I love so much. people find home here. don't matter where you're from, your people are out here. they welcome you. and anyone that rejects that notion can suck a dick. all we have is each other.
the house had bikes. a good amount of bikes, one we'd take out back and ride around briefly for photos.
there's this small plush cat lodged above a workbench.
the gamecube of course—I think mine might still be laying around somewhere with that attachment that let's you play gameboy games.
the various artwork made by either herself, her partner, or whichever artist made something neat enough to keep around.
one of my favorite things priscilla showed me was this plush toy made by their partner for them as a gift. cutest fucking thing.
I went to that party with no expectations. came out forgetting mostly everyone's name. woke up still drunk then eventually hungover to the gabby session. became sore for days because I wound up picking up a 200+ pound 6-foot something man and spun him around a bit. probably lost aura and any potential respect from people (if there was really ever any to risk) but you know what?
I met priscilla. I was given the honor to peek through into window of their life. and it was a special time with the day later bookended with small hangs with syd then jane.
so fuck a reputation, I had fun.
