I'm calling everyone by their online personas. we love branding. that's jonny, baby.
I met technonihilist maybe another time—she swears she knows me from somewhere else but I truly wouldn't know.
my first memory of us meeting was at permanent records for one of harley's shows as cinnamon. I can't remember what I ordered at the bar—I'm all in on amaretto sours now but at the time I think I was open to old-fashioneds or palomas. most of my time was spent chatting with eden (whom I can never convince to be part of this series despite us almost doing a photoshoot for the love-inns back in 2016 and actually photographing them as part of the tenth at the smell back in 2019). I ran into maya in the outdoor area and started catching up with her (probably also convincing her to take photos with me) when our dearest technonihilist joined our presence.
truthfully I was the one who interrupted them. and I was no doubt drunk at that point.
oh my god. I think I remember when we actually first met.
I write this shit in real-time by the way. I'm listening to "month of may" by elliot & vincent.
a few years back, maybe a few months or a year before the cinnamon show, I had been invited by brady to come along to a friendsgiving somewhere in los angeles. I think technonihilist was there. I'm usually shy and struggle to look at people so I didn't get a good look at anyone beyond my general vicinity of the group table but I think we're mutuals on the partiful still. I'm not gonna bother verifying, I want to believe.
there were familiar faces there. myself, of course. brady. harley. brady's roommate but I can never remember how to spell her name (I'm sorry). even vincent was there and my only experience with him was when I took photos of a sleezehog show that mind's eye played @ junior high back in 2022 (maybe earlier).
fast forward to now.
I had wanted to take photos of technonihilist for a good while after we met again at the cinnamon show but I'm hesitant. I just don't know how to ask people to make stuff. I always feel like I need $1000 dollars and a guaranteed editorial in some whatever magazine. I can never just be willing to make stuff just to make stuff.
and with this series, I'm always so rigid in how I approach things and again struggle to reach out but on the fourth of july I got blasted and sent a message to her—and then we made it happen.
the night before our shoot I was at a party where I made a fool of myself and would have to go on an actual apology tour. the day of the shoot, I was fighting for my life. a hangover so bad, a night I can't remember except through third-party anecdotes—I legitimately quit drinking. although I'm not going sober. I'm still gonna fuck around. just laying off the amaretto, and vodka, and tequila, and jello shots, and
our photos healed me though.
I got to have actual conversation with a cool person. I got to to meet their pets—including little baby bunny daisy.
after the shoot I got lost in the building.
and after the shoot I got home.
and after that I saw our photos.
and after that I edited them.
and after that, this post was made.
and I'm all the better for it because this is what I love doing and it's times like the one I had with georgia that make me realize what the fuck are we even doing. we're so lucky we get these chances and these days.
and I love daisy.
