I'm exhausted. Sorry about the blurry picture, but even though I technically was allowed to take pictures, there were big burley bodyguards everywhere, who were mindful of people pointing cameras in the wrong direction. What was the wrong direction? Well...
The reason I'm beat is that I partied at Prince's house Friday night until 4 in the morning. That blue blur is his pool. The little human shadows are hundreds of people gathered around it. The windows in the back are the center of the first floor of the house. I'd estimate thirty bedrooms. Fifty million dollar house--on the market. Prince just leases it. Astounding. This was a party T and I were invited to during the BEA for Atria books, which is doing a book of astounding photographs of His Royal Purpleness. Prince came out and performed at about one in the morning. Unreal--more on it later. At about two thirty he warned us he was going to have to quit out of respect to the neighbors up the hill--and here, he gestured to an even more imposing house on a hill to the left. I found out the next day that Prince doesn't live in the house where he performed. That was just his "party house"--he actually lived in the larger place he pointed to. Oh my God. Got lots to say about this, but I had to do four events this weekend, and I'm toasted. Talk to you later.
Boy oh Boy, what a weekend!
Sunday, June 01, 2008
Posted by Steven Barnes at 10:40 PM