Courtney Taylor’s gallery

Restaurant Week starts tonight and I'm in a fitting room losing count of how many dresses I've tried on. Found one that might be too good to share with a crowded restaurant. Would you tell me to behave?

Karol G at SoFi tonight and I've already torn through half my closet — priorities are priorities. Wonder if you'd survive standing next to me in that crowd.

Got out of the shower and realized I'm not even close to done with myself yet. You'd stay right there and watch, wouldn't you?

Al Green is playing tomorrow night and I'm already in the kind of mood that soul music was made for. Tell me you wouldn't cancel everything to stay right here.

Found a spot above the city where the sky's about to do something incredible. You'd rather watch the stars or me?

Nothing clears my head like an empty range on a Tuesday morning. There's something about the focus it demands that makes everything else go quiet. Didn't know you had this side of me figured out yet, did you?

Comedy night and somehow I'm the one making my table laugh harder than the stage — the headliner should be worried. Watching everyone try not to stare is its own kind of show. You'd be the worst at hiding it.

The alarm went off twenty minutes ago and I'm still exactly where I started — not sorry about it either. Mondays don't get to rush me out of this bed until I'm good and finished here. Care to watch me take my time?

Didn't expect a horror convention to be my kind of scene, but a room full of people who like their pulse racing is speaking my language. The Scream anniversary panel just let out and I'm in no hurry to leave. Think you could keep up with me in the dark?

The jazz didn't stop when the set ended — it just followed me back to this hotel room and turned into something else entirely. Didn't even make it past the dresser before I gave up on every plan I had for the rest of the night. You're not sleeping either, are you?