Today was a perfect Saturday, mostly because we all got along (an amazing feat) and Chooch even let me take pictures of him without any push-and-pull or bribery! However, when I asked him what we should call this photo set, he said, “I don’t give a fuck” so there you go.
IDGAF.
The other night, Chooch told me that I looked like Lady Gaga threw up on me. I’ll take that as a compliment.
That eyebrow/scowl combo, you guys.
Chooch got his hair cut last Friday by some guy with a handlebar moustache.
It looks nothing like the picture of TOP we gave the barber for reference, but it’ll do. Henry bitched the whole time about the salon being such a hipster cesspool, but then pacified himself by perusing the barber’s own line of beard oil. Oh, Henry.
Afterward, we walked to Scoops to get ice cream and even though the place was packed, I felt no anxiety at all. On another day, I probably would have said NOPE and left Henry and Chooch standing half inside the shop. That’s how I know for sure today is a good day. I think Korea is saving my life.
Erin, these are fucking beautiful, holy shit. As always, your use of light and color is brilliant. And that “Welcome to Pittsburgh” sign! Perfection. Love these.
Thank you! I hope one day he looks back at these and is glad we did them!