It all started at the Plum Blossoms gallery where I arrived with Robyn a full half an hour late from a fabulous party at my work with b-movie stars (and Mario Vazquez I think--but we left before he may have arrived) and missed the performance on these turntables ( a little to the right of the shot), blender and colored pencil covered records. Weird, right? Well, it got weirder when a certain gossip columnist who will decidedly go unnamed was really high and acting uber weird. There's a a lot more to that story but I think I'll stop here. gossiping about gossipers is fucking stupid. but feel free to ask in person!