one more

K, as with the last one, I'm not really into the song too much (at all) but fuckshit, I love weirdos. Also, you gotta love the setting of the video. I feel like maybe I need a hotdog now.


Click here and watch these weird hoes in a place you've probably been before.


P.S. Too lazy to try to embed. Srrrrry, Charlie.

It's starting to feel like summer. On the horizon:
*A roadtrip to Nashville?
*A weekend in SF
*Vegas (but in a good way)
*A chip and dip party
*A sexy yard sale


Come get your's.

Of course this song was born in LA.

Glares, Small Dough?

Where am I?

Here's a hint: The number of beers on tap divided by the number of boys in plaid equals 213, which is both the area code in which this spot is located and the time of day I found myself shitfaced from a extra bubblegummy, bananarific hef.

Where's Geraldo?

Here's a fun game: Where was this photo taken? Hint: It's really, really easy if you know LA.



Hmm. Considering the how the males within my chosen peer-group have a pension for covering receeding hairlines with fedoras, beanies ala Zissou, and a plethora of different shaggy haircuts, maybe I should reconsider changing the name of this post to Bears Baldo. Not that this particular kid was bald. I'm just saying. Also, as far as I know, there is no one named Geraldo in this picture. I figured I should note that before anyone spent hours looking for the one Waldo without a shoe or the one early 30's freelancer at the Pho spot without a beard.







Fuck. I spoiled the game.

I heard...

Brit Brit was at my work today. I didn't see her, but remember when she did this?


And this?


That's when I realized there was a little Whitney in Britney. I know I'm supposed to obsess over someone more indie, like her



or her


and, don't get me wrong, they're lovely, but can a girl have a guilty pleasure?

I wish

Wish I had long, straight hair like a Japanese woman.

Wish I had a house on the beach.

Wish my powers of telekinesis would kick in already.

Wish I didn't have to work every fucking Saturday night so I could go to this:

My life as a social experiment

I've been taking my breaks in the park by the library for sometime now. Some days it is just me and the pigeons. Some days there are other humanoids. Today, there are 9 men of various levels of apparent junkie-ism, ranging from Business Junkie (see inset) to For Real For Real Junkie (see other inset; allow yourself to imagine the heroin nod).








The experimentation comes in the form of a certain baby blue dress, frilly apron and super high Chucks (see super hot inset.). Suffice to say, my slutty uniform brings all the boys to the yard.


I think it's time to get a real job. Any ideas?

Something else...

Isn't this cute? I always liked the idea of inanimate objects having lives when the humans aren't looking. Also, my friend Emily directed and my friend SJ's pretty legs make a cameo. Did I mention I know people?

Nameless Shame Drop

Because I like the boys and like this song, too.

Get Rich like Fiddy

Go to this. It's tonight. I won't be there for reals but I will be for fakes.

Art Show Darling

That's what I wanna be when I grow up. Not an astronaut, ballerina, or elephant like I said before.



See you there?

If I were stalking me...

...I'd go here.

(Edit: Shiiit. Click it and you can see the whole thing. Turns out I can't compute for beans.)

A great week to not be here.

The title is sarcasm. I'm excited as the next Gibson to attend my grandpa's 80th/fam re-u in Yuma, but shiiiiiit. Seems like fun stuff is happening here. Here's what I would be doing if I weren't a glamour-loving glamourbot:



Origami Vinyl to Open in Echo Park, CA
Opening April 3, 2009
(Boys, beards, records, people, stuff, things.)



Kid Sister at the Echo?
(That's tonight. I could go, but I don't wanna pay. Also, I don't really know if I'm into her that much though I bet it will turn into a great dance party...)


Um, everything on this list, with the possible exception of the things at either of the Standards. Something about shitting and sleeping?

http://losangeles.metromix.com/events/article/l-a-art-weekend/1066032/content

Seriously, go do all these things and think of me.

A slice of treatsa pizza

I for real met this chick the other night. Isn't she amazing?

Fucking Fucktown.

'Scuse my mouth, but I am feeling blue. Why? Because there is a Los Angeles Lomo adventure happening during the time that I'm in Yuma. Here's the flier. You should totally go.

A good reason to skip work...

Todd Schorr's The World We Live In
Saturday, March 28, 8 - 11 p.m.
Merry Karnowsky Gallery
170 South La Brea Avenue

Someone call in a bomb threat to my work. Jaaaay kaaaaay, Amy.

If I can muster up the guster...

I will go here and see things and have fun. Kofie One's new show, Vintage Futurism, opens tonight at 01 Gallery downtown.

Robbie Conal

Artist Profile: Robbie Conal from By Osmosis TV on Vimeo.


Dude is just so cool. I, for one, am glad he's shifting his artistic gaze from old, corrupt men to the icons of capitalism/pop culture. The way he depicted the skin of aging politicians (and even Obama!) made me itch. I guess that means I was healing?

Make Way for a New Hero

JeanYves Lemoigne-- photographer.

Jordie and I used to walk here on our lunch breaks.  I never saw a homeless unicorn, though.

P.S.  Thanks, Kanye.