It wouldn't be a night out without a few smudged, blurry, out of focus pseudo-creative mirror project photos when I got home. This is after Halloween. I partly wanted to record the smudged blood on my wrists. I went as Dorothy Parker, and razors do indeed pain you. The camera strap is wrapped around my wrist in a vain attempt to keep the shot steady. I've become positively adept at turning my body into a tripod.