What a difference a year makes. Well, maybe, maybe not. You be the judge.
The pic in orange is me from 365 days earlier than the one in purple (the somewhat new-found favorite color of my subconscious, it seems). For two years in a row I’ve attended a party at my friend Will’s in San Francisco where he has a photo booth-type wall that fires off shots and puts them on the internet. I wasn’t even trying at the time but it’s funny how I practically replicated the same shot, only mirrored.
Well, what do you think?
Ok, so they don’t really look all that different, do they? But they certainly feel different to me. This was my second weekend in SF and my first big party weekend in the city. Will’s loft hosts hundreds of people during several parties throughout the year and this one is one of the most infamous ones. There were three sets of DJs and people everywhere. My first year I was a little overwhelmed with what SF (my current “favorite city in the whole world”, by the way) had to offer and I was like a kid from the country taking it all in in one big swoop. By the picture in the orange furry vest you could probably say I did alright, but that guy looks a LOT different to me 365+ days later. Now I’ve settled into that purple coat and am typing to you now with that same polish on my fingernails. Life is damn interesting, isn’t it?