I headed into Davis Square last night to grab some yummy BBQ dinner with Fed and Shyla at Redbones.
After dinner we stopped by the Diesel Cafe for some coffee (hadn't been there in a year, good times, good times) before heading to Harvard Square to play in a parking garage. What? Play in a parking garage? Yeah well, there's a cool mural there - that we managed to not shoot at all - because, well, we were distracted by the British-style red phone booth.
(Hmmm, maybe we should have invited British Rob.)What do you get when you mix three photographers with a cool red booth at 11 o'clock on a weeknight? (Totally sober, believe it or not).
James screams as he sees a pedestrian coming (I may have had a run in with one...)
You know today's his birthday...
Yo, buddy. Yeah, you. Would you believe that light is just her natural glow?
No comment.
It felt like, um a photobooth.
Car! Game on!
Quick, hold my legs, shit, don't drop us, take the picture!
Moments before Doug tells Shyla, "My body doesn't bend that way."
Moments AFTER, "My body doesn't bend that way."
No Federicos were harmed in the making of this photograph...
We'll just go ahead and leave out the story about the ninja possum that I almost ran over on the way home...
Lots more on James' and Shyla's blogs I'm sure, including a photo of
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