This one’s a special one for me only because it brings me back to a time that already feels so far away. I can’t remember exactly when we took these but I’ll bet a few dimes that it was during Finals week at UCLA, and as any self-procrastinating student would do, I opted to entertain the pivotal studying hours with photoshoots in our Westwood apartment instead. Looking back on it now, I’ll probably never live in such a dilapidated photo-friendly place again. Rats, scuffed up wooden floors, an ancient kitchen with a rickety balcony door…Did I mention rats? Four girls, one tiny bathroom. Yea. At the same time, this apartment housed way too many memories with my girls. Memories that I tried so hard to document with my Nikon D70, my camera and comrade at the time. And as much as I wish I had captured more of the insane parties we threw, lazy summer afternoons on the futon watching episodes of Felicity, I think those memories I didn’t photograph were meant to be what they were - gems only meant for us four to keep.
Amanda & Me the summer we ruled Westwood. No, really.
