The conversation, outside of the Be Your Own Pet show at Knitting Factory tonight, went something like this after some prodding from Rebecca:

Hey. ::Touches arm:: Hi, could I take your picture?

::In burnt-out voice:: “You wanna take my picture?”

…Yeah.

“Okay.” ::Michael Pitt staggers back a few steps and takes both hands and pulls hair in front of his face. After I take the photo, he leans in to my camera, like he wants to see the photo::

You want to see the photo? ::I show it to him::

::He takes a look and mutters:: “Puurrttyyy gooood.”

Amazing.

Oh, and a note to Danny Masterson…you can stop taking photos with your cameraphone now.

Woof!