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Krchive: 1999 (when the party's over, turn out the light)
(I recently found a bunch of old photos, mainly pre-digital, on an old CD-ROM. It was interesting looking back at the emergence of the "Miss K" character during the 90s. Here are a few of the ones that caught my eye...)
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This picture sucks. Har de har.
It was taken in April 1999. Six Inch Killaz had (unknown to us at the time) just played our last gig. It was our one and only gig as a four piece after sacking Jasmine for well documented reasons.
The band drifted apart and we eventually called it a day couple of months afterwards.
I have trouble sleeping after getting home from playing gigs. I'm often awake, enervated and full of nervous energy (and booze) and I have developed the bizzarre, narcissistic habit, which persists today, of pointing the camera drunkenly at myself and taking shots like this one.
This night was when that habit commenced.
That's the end of the stroll down memory lane. I hope I didn't outstay my welcome.
What going through these memories has done is made me want to dress again after a very long time...
Krchive: 1999 (when the party's over, turn out the light)
(I recently found a bunch of old photos, mainly pre-digital, on an old CD-ROM. It was interesting looking back at the emergence of the "Miss K" character during the 90s. Here are a few of the ones that caught my eye...)
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This picture sucks. Har de har.
It was taken in April 1999. Six Inch Killaz had (unknown to us at the time) just played our last gig. It was our one and only gig as a four piece after sacking Jasmine for well documented reasons.
The band drifted apart and we eventually called it a day couple of months afterwards.
I have trouble sleeping after getting home from playing gigs. I'm often awake, enervated and full of nervous energy (and booze) and I have developed the bizzarre, narcissistic habit, which persists today, of pointing the camera drunkenly at myself and taking shots like this one.
This night was when that habit commenced.
That's the end of the stroll down memory lane. I hope I didn't outstay my welcome.
What going through these memories has done is made me want to dress again after a very long time...