I went to the Cha Cha the other night to celebrate Bleached and their new record release. Kaya and I split a klonopin before which normally just makes me feel like my body is a cloud and I can sit for hours not thinking about a single thing. I did feel that way except when I woke up the next morning I was surprised to find that I had taken an entire roll of film. I normally would take a few pictures or none at all, but for some reason I was compelled to document every little thing because I thought everything was so amazing. The Cha Cha isn’t always that exciting for me but after the klonopin, a few drinks and all the Day of the Dead decorations I felt like I was in a little Mexican heaven. And I was just floating around, photographing everything, because I wanted to remember it all. I was so confident in my vision that at one point I even asked BC if we could clear out the Cha Cha so I could take a picture of just him in it with the lights on because I felt like it would be the perfect portrait. At the end of the night Kaya was grinding with some guy and I was so upset when I looked down and realized I had already taken all my pictures. I ended up with some pictures of butts, lots of flailing arms and hair,the ceiling, boobs in the photo booth and lots of close ups.
What if BC was God and the Cha Cha was Heaven?