I found it on the way back to LA from San Francisco, I took the scenic coastal route (10 hours), and drove by this Halloweeny fantasy while getting lost in Santa Cruz. It’s called the Weeks House and was built in 1886. There’d recently been a fire (links to atricle) in the back and I thought the place was abandoned but I wanted to see the inside so I shot photos through the windows until I got around to the side and realized there was someone still living in part of it. See more of the house, and the trip, on my Flickr pages - including my sporadic, semi-live, phonecam feed.

Photos by WILLIAMS + HIRAKAWA

I’d gone to several supermarket bakeries looking for the right pillow-like cake to sleep on. I stood and stared and got down and looked at the cakes from the side, in the case, trying to imagine how they would photograph with my head on them. One bakery woman with bad teeth said I could sample any of them.

I said no I wouldn’t be eating it.

She said, “Oh, for someone else?”

I said, “No. I’m going to be sleeping on it, like a pillow.”

She said, “Why don’t you just use a pillow.”

I said, “Because a pillow is not a cake.”