- Kifah Shah (via anderlynn)
It’s nearing 1am and I’m curled up in a Victorian armchair, staring through a glass wall at the Talbot building. Karen O and Ezra Koenig are crooning “The Moon Song” through the earphones Katya lent me. Five other film girls and I are crashing for the night in a building not meant for college art-department sleepovers. It was kind of spontaneous, actually, since we’re set-decking the heck out of this place in the morning.
We ate enchiladas and drank Diet Coke and thought about watching Dolly’s Catching Fire DVD, fresh from the mail. It’s weird how work feels like play. It’s weird how- no…it’s just weird. And I wouldn’t trade it for anything.
Always plan for spontaneity.