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The Sock Guy.

2012-07-03T19:19:04Z

I don't have any reason to share this story other than to revel in its universal creepy factor.

Now that DTLA has - or is currently - establishing itself as a thriving community, I have begun to notice the obvious influx of people. The streets are full of life, there are more people than ever, and the opportunity to set up shop has never been so inviting. Other telling shifts have also included the rise in shitty drivers, dogs, and abundance of gays wandering about. If there is ever a telling sign of impending gentrification it is the arrival of the gays. We make or break most popular neighborhoods, and it is only a matter of time before DTLA joins the ranks of SoHo, Chelsea, and other enclaves that have experienced a helping hand.

I've also noticed the rise in weirdos. Now when I say "weirdos", I don't mean anyone with green hair, piercings, tattoos, the homeless, or activists. I'm from Los Angeles and the weird is what makes us so dynamic, so by no means am I clumping any groups of people. Who I'm referring to when I say "weirdos" is those people who are straight up fucking weird. In order to illustrate my point I will share an experience that happened to me, roughly three weeks ago while I was out and about.

Meet Me On The Lido Deck!

2012-05-30T00:45:31Z

I recently purchased my first Slim Aarons book, Poolside With Slim Aarons. For those familiar with Slim Aarons' work, you'll know that he spent the majority of his adult life documenting the lifestyles - and please excuse the cliché - of the Rich and Famous. Better yet, the super rich and REALLY famous.

Having started his career during WWII, he was often witness to the atrocities and casualties of war. So much so, that upon the end of WWII, Slim Aarons decided to become a society photog, explaining, "From now on, I'm going to walk on the sunny side of the street. I'm going to have fun photographing attractive people doing attractive things in attractvie places and maybe take some attracive photographs." So he went on to document the lives of the rich as they socialized, traveled, and lived through the lens of his camera. If there is a quintessential portrait into the lives of the leisured classes, I always think of Slim Aarons.

Finally.

2012-04-06T21:33:46Z

I should have left a suicide note with Kate Nash being my last post and all. What nerve. lol.

If I honestly didn't love Downtown LA so much, I would have never put myself through the torture that were the last three weeks. For the sake of not ruining TGIF forever, I will only give you a brief synopsis, and spare you all of the anxiety-inducing details.

The Nicest Thing

2012-03-16T22:00:41Z

Quite possibly the saddest song I've heard. My friend Alex and I have a thing where we get wasted and share music. Talk about a bad day... nice song though.

This One Goes Out To The Bitches

2012-03-16T20:00:00Z

"Oh, I'm sorry, have you somewhere to be? A hideous skirt convention?"

I remember watching The Devil Wears Prada for the first time. The scene that always stood out in my mind is when Anne Hathaway is busting her ass, preparing lunch for Meryl Streep's character, Miranda Priestley. She has returned from Smith & Wollenksey, panicked and frazzled, a with a fat delicious steak (that was probably really expensive) and is carrying a tray of food into the office, when Miranda Priestly says, "What's that? I'm having lunch with Herb, I don't want that." A defeated Anne Hathaway goes into the kitchenette and in frustration chucks the entire tray into the sink.

A great movie moment, but one that hit very close to home. That scene made me think back on my own experiences in the fashion industry, and how unnecessarily mean and angry the people are, especially the girls. I have always wondered, why are fashion girls such bitches? Not all fashion girls, obviously, but I have worked with enough of them in different capacities to deduce that most are jerks.

I began my foray into fashion at 21, when I interned for People's Revolution. I was green in every sense of the word, with no style, and a general concept of fashion, but very eager nonetheless. I, along with 15+ kids were hired as interns to assist for L.A. Fashion Week - back when it when IMG and Mercedes Benz were sponsors. My first encounter was with my friend Lily, who is super slender with fiery red long hair. She walked in wearing a leopard fur coat, super-skinny black jeans, and stilettos that were sky-high. I remember feeling completely out of my element, because I didn't know girls who dressed or carried themselves like this. Admittedly, Lily, was stand-offish to me as she was the resident super-intern who had been there longer and was wary of newcomers. The hesitation warranted itself as we were about to start filming The Hills, which at this point was all over the internet.

After a few days, I became acquainted with everyone and everything was going great. I would happily space hangers, steam shit, and organize the supply closet. By now, we were cracking jokes and prepping for "the partners" to arrive. The "partners" consisted of Kelly Cutrone, Robyn Berkley, and Emily Bungert. Based out of NYC, none of us newbies had officially met them. All we knew is that the loft space was exclusively theirs, with three desks already waiting. The day they showed up was literally like Meryl Streep's arrival in the movie. The publicist's began ordering everyone to clean up, stay quiet, and do as we were told, no questions asked. If we had questions, we were to NOT ask Kelly or any of the partners. Honestly, the anticipation was terrifying.

A little Mid-Morning pick Me Up

2012-03-15T18:00:20Z

Zola Jesus makes me want to be in a band.

One day. Sigh.

It's Ok To Outgrow Your Friends.

2012-03-15T16:01:07Z

The concept hits a nerve with many people who believe in "best friends forever", or whatever unrealistic phrase deluded people adopt as truth.

I'll be the first to admit that I've also uttered the phrase at some point in my life. Everyone has. At one point or another, you and a certain person, or group of persons, comprised a "friendship" that was so great an eternal vow of friendship was promised. An enjoyable bond for those have found this to be true - And fucking congratulations for finding a friend to share forever with. A good friend is irreplaceable, so kudos to those who have navigated these relationships successfully. On the flip side, which I feel many will relate to, every one has those friendships that have plateaued or even run their course.

Let me just say that this is 100% ok. At least for me it is. For many however, the idea that your friendship with someone is not what it once was can be a sad prospect. The crossroads can lead to the eventual ending of a friendship or cause you to - which I think 50% of people do - fall back on "best friends forever."

The Gays Are Here!

2012-03-15T04:07:31Z

Ok, I know you've seen them too. The gays have officially arrived. Duh.

Today, while blogging + enjoying a rather pretentious cup of espresso, I couldn't help but notice the gays out in full-force on Spring St.

May I be the first to say that I'm very impressed by the DTLA stock. No offense to the WeHo gays, but being an L.A. native, WeHo was - like - literally, the first place I went after graduating high school. Been there! Done that!

It's nice to see guys who are handsome, stylish, and not typical. And all so different too. And about damn time.

Although, it could be that it's Market Week. Wah.

When Life Happens

2012-03-13T22:35:58Z

I'm a little nervous because tonight is my friend's mother's viewing.

I have known my friend since we were freshmen in high school, having met in our English class. She is the anti-thesis of me in every way, but we remained close throughout the years. I've obviously known her mother for over a decade, so I'm a little apprehensive because it hasn't kicked in yet. I'm afraid if I sit with these feelings too long, I'll be a mess. This is really surreal because she passed away very fast, although not entirely unexpected. My friend is 26 and I can't even begin to imagine how she may feel right now.

Just thinking out loud. Stay safe Downtown. x

Elevator Twalk

2012-03-13T06:32:29Z

These guys greet me everyday.. and night.

The elevator is such an interesting space.

It's community space used by everyone coming to and from the building. Having lived in several high-rise apartment buildings, I have realized the elevator is the "water-cooler" equivalent of the apartment world. You can get a sense of who your neighbors are by how the look, how they are dressed, and what they talk about. Similarly, residents tend to have their guard down because they're "home" so the transparency is crazy.

Let me begin by saying that I never say "hi" to any of my neighbors, because the fact of the matter is there are 200+ units in this building and of everyone I have ever seen, I have had zero interest in speaking to anybody. Take that as you will but it's true. This building suffers from a major case of Douchbaggery Syndrome and Girls-who-shoudn't-be-wearing-THAT- itis.

The Watermarke Tower has the most insane residents living here. I can chalk it up to the fact that most are young with money, so they assume they're the arbiters of success and class - when in fact, most are stricking examples of - and forgive me for saying this - new money. One only need drive through the parking lot to see murdered out Bentleys, dozens of Benzes, and the occasional Aston Martin. On the weekends, the pool looks like a low-budget version of Rehab Rx where no one is VIP and the music is twice as bad. The lobby, which has personally offended me for months, is usually ground zero for drunk whores in Forever 21, and entourages returning from Playhouse, who are looking for an after-party. For some reason the building's muzak is forever tuned into the BPM station, which means everytime I have to leave, I'm subjected to music that was obviously produced for WeHo queens and people rolling on Ecstasy. The gist is that 95% of the people in this building conflict with my personal belief of not being tacky, thus the decision to move out on Monday.