Brad Walsh

She Came Directly From Beheading Chickens

Anna was in town for the weekend after spending the summer on a farm in California, so of course we had to do a bunch of photos. Lou is to Edie as Pete is to Kate as Bronques is to Whoever as Brad is to Anna. She wore some of Christian’s older stuff – an early version of the Bluefly gold dress and a gown that was used on Ugly Betty – and we work really well together, so I got lots of good images.

She’s always got a hand in her photos. Kind of a natural accent to her whole “living doll” nightlife persona (Anna Rexia), which I think is perhaps over, or almost. Now she’s just Anna.

We went clothes shopping and visited James Pollis, though it rained like it has every single weekend for the last couple months. Sitting around in secondhand designer clothing, drinking Thai iced teas, playing with a camera. I think this is how I would describe Williamsburg to somebody from the moon.

I’m going through a period of hating Brooklyn. I live in Park Slope, which is super suburban, and I am often in Williamsburg (where Christian lives), which is super stupid. I get quickly irritated by most of the people in either place. If I’m not stuck on the overcrowded sidewalk behind three young moms walking side by side with baby strollers talking about how they don’t understand The Hills but watch it everyday and spend way too much money on basic groceries at the Union Market, I’m stuck behind three young girls with five-tone hair walking side by side with a rusty wagon full of sculpture talking about how they don’t understand NPR but listen to it anyway and spend way too much money on basic groceries at the corner bodega. I’m not really loving Manhattan either, though, so maybe I just need to spend more time outside New York. Can’t wait for the weekend.