Saint James Photo Diary

by The Lingernots

B and I got picked up by the same cab that always swoops me up when my call goes through, he says my name like he’s known me forever, but I know its because I always over tip and every time he looks down and says, “you’re too kind”.  The power plant was swaying with leather clad silhouettes, whiskey was pouring generously and everywhere cigarette tips were dancing in the dark.. Morning came unforgivingly and we borrowed our strength and showed up to Music Lab where we practice and we had our pow wow, and played our songs..

The doors to our studio, B is for Brandon, Candice