Holly's House
When you see this at the start of the night, you know it’s going to be wild.

When you see this at the start of the night, you know it’s going to be wild.

well, that might not have been the end of the night, but the pics got either not so good or at least repetitive (I photograph my obsessions at my best, and when I’m drunk it gets worse), so we’re moving on.
This is the next day. Holly, mourning. And then getting ready to go to work. And then the cat. 


Go to bluenote. Meet some ladies. Stir with rock music. Take photos. 



The photos say yes, and the photos don’t lie without photoshop. what a night! and this wasn’t the end! it was only the middle! 
