I took a bunch of pictures of Joanna Angel at her place in the Valley the other day. It was actually cold out, so she looked more at home.
“I go back to Brooklyn every other month or so,” she said, “but I’ve been out here for two years.”
Two years. That is shocking.
Anytime someone from the east coast refers to California it is by “out here”. I do the same thing even though I am Oaxacan.
Angel allowed our camera crew to follow her around unfettered for several days, eating her food, swimming in her pool, learning her ways and her language. It was the kind of access one rarely gets unless one provides her with a bagel and coffee.
I’ll put up some more photos over the next few weeks, culminating with her birthday on Christmas.
This picture reminded me of a Pete Townshend album.
Previously: Porny Monster; Joanna Angel’s Invent-a-Lunch
See also: Burning Angel
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