Someone in my building just asked me how my art show went last week. I tried to explain that it was sort of blur. The details fuzzy, mainly due to lack of sleep and my inability to hold a camera and document how it went down. So, it's a good thing that Emma's posse arrived prepared and were camera ready. These pics are from the site:
The entire evening is captured- as well as cool pics of the girls getting ready- having fun and sitting around in corners of the gallery. When I was there age- I took about a hundred pictures a week- and of course had to rely on my mother to drop them off-wait eons to get developed and often she would sift through them before giving them to me. This was sometimes messy- especially when we did elaborate sex kitten fashion photo shoots. My one great envy for my past would be that we had a digital camera back then to shoot our lives everyday. My memory only holds so much info.