These were taken with a few weeks ago when my good friend and former neighbor Andrew Berardini came up from Los Angeles to visit. He's a writer and curator with a wonderfully voracious appetite for books and art. We were both tired and hungover from a goth-themed dance party that happened at Will Brown Gallery the night before—hence my striped tights and witchy shoes—but since Andrew doesn't live here, we were up and out early the next morning to hit some galleries. I think we got four or five in, and just about every floor of the SFMOMA. The Mark Bradford and Rineke Dijkstra exhibits were particularly compelling (but I loved Mark Bradford already going in). The weather was super beautiful and I neglected to bring my camera, so I picked up a cheap disposable one from Walgreens. I'm pretty pleased with how they came out, especially since my own eyes felt like useless squinty buttholes all day.