a week or so ago, we were out at alki beach on the most glorious gloomy day. i had never been out there in that sort of weather. it's absurdly beautiful and eerie.
a review i came across said, "In my perfect world, Andrew Bird is king. And as he decreed, The Ballad of the Red Shoes may only be listened to with a tall glass of dark beer in the comfort of your mother’s home." i wish i'd said it first.
i also love that andrew and his mother created the album art together. so rad.
i was playing around with my little canon flash last saturday morning (had to use it for a shoot that day and was out of practice). caught boy with his hair amess. love.
(note: he's reading a news article online; hence, the expression.)