This is Denis. On Saturday he and some of my friends came over to drink and watch (honest to God) five straight hours of horror/porn film trailers with the soundtrack replaced by my random iPod playlist. I never said I wasn’t completely retarded. But before the night got too old he did some photos upstairs.

Denis doesn’t wear underwear, which I found out when his pants crept low with no sign of any briefs to censor. And since I’m not in the habit of keeping spares in the house that are previously unworn, he had to wear a pair of womens’ underwear branded with “Fatherfucker” that Peaches gave me many years ago. Being made for women, there was not much room in vital areas.

But I liked the stuff we got, especially that one in the middle, the full picture. I think this is finally the point at which I have photographed enough people in my messy bedroom, and maybe I need to paint the walls a new color or find a new place.