The moon unfolds like a white iris, gazing down at us. After Alexis and I decorate the venue (all the while wearing high heels) girls and boys stroll into the Hollywood garden wearing faux leather, faux fur, faux flowers. The dreamy attendees bring macaroons and berries. Cell phones are out all night, documenting the plastic flowers and life-size leopard I have decorated the photobooth with. I am sipping fairy vodka and tripping on my floor-length dress, wondering where Margarita is. I have an assistant named Nick who prepares lights and organizes my film cameras. I am overwhelmed with affection as the line for my pop-up photoshoot lengthens. The daylight dissipates and I commence.