Me, me, me. Oh, and Linus, too.

Linus is something of a brilliant photographer. He's been wanting to photograph me for quite some time (no, not that way) and I've always said no, because while I can certainly ham in up in front of a camera, I'm not so comfortable sitting still and being serious and shit.

Then I spent some time looking at his collection of portraits. And well, they're amazing. So I decided to go for it, and we spent an afternoon walking around Williamsburg shooting. It was a jolly good time. Well, it was also uncomfortable, but I like to make myself do things that are uncomfortable to me, like that one time where I … never mind. I was going somewhere very high school with that.

Anyway, here's one of me being goofy.

And here's one of me not being goofy. This may have been the period of the day during which I was pissed at him. I was right smack in the middle of an ill-advised crush, see, and he did not approve at all. He told me this in a rather blunt fashion, and then continued telling me until I wanted to beat him. There was much scowling into the camera. On the bright side, I've since realized that he's right and gotten over it. He's always right. I fucking hate that about him.