Brie and Katrina are enrolled in a fashion photography class right now. What better excuse for me to take pictures?
Brie taking a picture of Sasha's judy. This photo is really backlit, but I prefer it that way.
The creepy hair salon next door. This sign featuring makeup from 1979 is not placed there for ironic or trendy purposes- it has actually probably been there since 1979.
This is also in the window, depicting how wonderful a facial must feel. I suspect this has also been in the window since around 1979. There were many other amazing signs in the window, but right after I took this photo, the owner of the beauty salon (who, by the way, is our next door neighbour and irrationally hates us) came out to yell at me.
Sasha doing a Chloe-esque jungle pose.
Sasha on our roof. Another really back-lit photo, but I enjoy it.
One of Brie's assignments was to take a photo of someone blowing bubbles.
She was also instructed to take pictures of someone taking photos. That would be me. This is a picture I took of Carlton street when Brie instructed me to sit on the ledge of our roof and take a picture.
I have bruises from being on the roof so much this week.