Ingrid Goes West Page #3

unless have other plans.

Nope. I'm free.

I haven't seen that

in a while.

Here.

I do have to apologize because

we've been so stressed out

with rothko being gone that

we haven't had the opportunity

-to go to farmer's market yet.

-Oh, it's fine.

Yeah, I hope you don't mind

if we improvise a little. Huh?

--You know what I mean?

--I don't mind that.

I feel like I'm in a restaurant.

--More like kitchen nightmares.

You wish!

Holy f***! This is incredible.

Jesus!

This is f***ing delicious.

Have we met before?

No, no, definitely not.

'Cause your face,

it looks so familiar.

Can I use your bathroom?

And so

we're learning how to surf...

--...and all of a sudden,

-i got stung by a jellyfish.

-No!

I thought it was a man o'war.

And then-- that's right.

He...

-Yeah, i-i-i peed--

-yeah. He had to pee on my leg.

-I peed on her leg.

-Ew! He did not?

You know, it was kinda gross,

but kinda hot, too.

-Yeah

-we don't need to redo it,

but it was actually

not that bad.

Oh, you wanna

reenact it right now?

--No.

You wanna--

wanna another glass of "vino,"

-to top it off?

-Yeah, thanks.

Yeah, you gotta' own that baby.

-Anyone wants more of it?

-Mm-hmm.

So, what do you guys do

for money?

Ah, I'm a photographer.

Wow! That's amazing

I mean, it's not as glamorous

as it sounds occasionally.

Brands, they pay me

to post things online.

She's really...

She's really good.

-Cool.

-Really good, really creative.

Thanks, baby.

Oh, my god, I know where...

I know where we met.

Um, it was

the echo park craft fair.

And you were selling

those Bolivian Clay pots.

-Right! The pots.

-I bought like, eight.

Not me.

Actually, I just moved here.

Maybe, you're confusing her

with one of your insta-fans.

He's just giving me sh*t because

I happen to engage

with people on social media

like the rest

of the known universe,

and my husband has

a chronic case of technophobia.

-Wow.

-He still uses a flip phone.

- No!

- -Yeah!

- No, he does not.

-Wow! Okay, alright.

-Okay, first of-- I got--

-can you hear me?

--S-stop. Stop.

I just prefer to keep certain

parts of my life, private.

That's it. That's all.

And-- and let...

You know, just let my work

sort of just speak for itself.

That's...

You know, we talked about that.

Ezra is an artist.

Really?

What kinda stuff do you do?

Yeah, I guess

you could label it, um...

Pop art. That's what I have kind

of calling it.

But I haven't... there's no...

I don't like labels,

-you know what I mean?

-You do backgrounds as well?

Um, no, no,

those are found objects

from flea markets

across the United States.

- Yeah.

-Are any of these for sale?

-I don't-- not technically--

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