Galeria de Ms. Palomares

Pilates wrecked me and those leggings weren't surviving the drive home. Arlo Parks at The Bellwether tonight and I haven't even started getting ready. Tell me — if you were in this passenger seat right now, could you keep your eyes on the road?

Robert Glasper at Blue Note and the man plays piano like he's reading my mind — every note lands somewhere I wasn't ready for. Think you could keep up with me after a set like this?

LE SSERAFIM tonight and I haven't slept a single minute — too wired, too restless, and these sheets aren't helping. You want to come keep me company until it's time to get ready?

Troubadour tonight for Bleachers and I'm sitting in my car after Pilates wondering if I can get away with showing up like this. You think leggings count as dressing up for a legend?

Been at this desk for hours and the verses are finally flowing — completely forgot I wasn't wearing anything until just now. You want to hear what I wrote, or are you staring at something else?

Up on the roof with the sunset doing things to my skin that nobody else gets to see. Think you could keep your hands to yourself if you were up here?

Everyone I know is at Soda Stereo tonight and I stayed home with their records instead — best decision I've made all week. You want to come over, or are you already lost in that crowd somewhere?

Rose Bowl tailgate and I've already lost count of how many drinks I've had — game doesn't start for another hour and this parking lot is the best party in LA right now. You coming to find me, or do I have to come find you?

Friday morning, espresso machine warming up, and I've got the whole day to fill before tonight. You want the first cup or are you just here for the view?

Bikini Kill at The Wiltern and I'm home with one boot still on and zero chance of sleeping. You still up?