You'd think we'd have made it to Moscow this time around... nope.
I look like one of those dolls with the creepy blinking eyes.
Eye makeup shot. Fucking fake lashes of death!
The punk rock roommate rules the roost!
Liz doesn't know why my eyes are closed in this shot.
...we were dreaming...
Detail!
Living on a prayer! Or like a virgin? One of the two.
The guitar that will soon be traded to Lester for his bass.
I am a new wave gospel...