Typical Allston night. Tight jeans, track bike, messenger bag, cheap beer.
After the Shitshow show Saturday night, Zach got a flat heading home, and I decided to use it as an excuse for a drunken 3AM photo shoot outside Blanchards. I only sort of remember a few of the details, but apparently we confused the passersby with our antics. Some even joined in the session (or at least don't look like they minded being involved)
Of course, most shots came out like crap, ranging from minor issues to complete lack of focus. But a few decent shots. This is one of the best of the lot. Something about the total Allston Rock City aspect.
Monday, February 9, 2009
Punctured bicycle, liquor store desolate
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