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It's disinterest, not that I'm timid.
Written on a sidewalk outside and down the block from Club Pure pre-party. Fun.
Pretty chandelier.
The overdone cliche vapor trails flash-plus-long-exposue shot I've done a million times. And yet I don't tire of it.
It was the party's 7th anniversary. And for one night only, it was renamed "Wammaw Iit Tiit."
Red people in shadow.
Congestion.
Pretty girls, colors, lights, holding ears from the volume.
Then freaking out dancing.
Bikes covering fences...such a commom uncommon sight in Philly.