"It's Picnic Season, So they're selling a lot more shorties these days!"
My mother, father, and I stand in an old fashion 50's shop in a small Oregon beach town. My mother asks the woman about the price of a vintage Coca-Cola napkin holder, as well as where she'd ever find napkins to fit the tin case.
Her response hit me like a frisbee and left a huge smile on my face. Living in a big city; You hear "oh it's slow season in the modeling biz", "Summers mean pool parties at the roosevelt!", "those balenciaga sandals- so in this season".
The way she answered was so matter of fact and oozed excitement. I contemplate moving to a teeny tiny town, where summers mean it's the "in season" for the shorties, and campouts in the woods.
Monday, June 29, 2009
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Hollywood and Vine
" True Love is when you can fart around eachother"
12:30am, I walk alone en route to my empty studio apartment. Overhearing a few club kids discuss the topic of romance and how it is potentially dead. Apparently; Flatulence = Love
12:30am, I walk alone en route to my empty studio apartment. Overhearing a few club kids discuss the topic of romance and how it is potentially dead. Apparently; Flatulence = Love
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Westwood Blvd and Ohio
"She's Starting to be nicer to me. She 'friended' me on facebook".
Two thirty- somethings (who; by my guess, are computer technicians) standing in line at the bakery section at bristol farms. Speaking a language that 10 years ago would only sound like jibberish.
Two thirty- somethings (who; by my guess, are computer technicians) standing in line at the bakery section at bristol farms. Speaking a language that 10 years ago would only sound like jibberish.
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Melrose and Wilton
"I was broke in December, but January... I called that pan-handling month."
As we all dig into our free lunch complimentary of the client we were working for, I sit at the head of a long table amongst a dozen other "starving artists", speaking about the hole that our economy has sliced into our suddenly sparse pockets. The hair stylist chimes in, and couldn't have made a more well put statement.
As we all dig into our free lunch complimentary of the client we were working for, I sit at the head of a long table amongst a dozen other "starving artists", speaking about the hole that our economy has sliced into our suddenly sparse pockets. The hair stylist chimes in, and couldn't have made a more well put statement.
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
San Fernando Blvd and Cypress Ave
"Something smells good"
Next to me and a whole 15 X 15 section of candles, a woman and her french husband stand still, dumbfounded as to what could be tickling their nose hair's fancy.
Next to me and a whole 15 X 15 section of candles, a woman and her french husband stand still, dumbfounded as to what could be tickling their nose hair's fancy.
Sunday, January 18, 2009
Hollywood and Cahuenga
" Last Time I came here it was only two fifty a slice! What happened?!"
"eh, I dont know- It's 2009."
Greco's Pizza on Hollywood and Cahuenga.
Two Men at 11pm on a Saturday night, both order a slice each, which came to a whopping $12. Both men furrow their brow's, one taps his shiny tips of his toes, whilst the other lets his hands skim the zipper opening of his jacket, as he places each hand firmly between his waist and his hip.
The young gentlemen working behind the counter, opted to swap the "I don't know- I just work here", to a cheeky, more evident response.
"eh, I dont know- It's 2009."
Greco's Pizza on Hollywood and Cahuenga.
Two Men at 11pm on a Saturday night, both order a slice each, which came to a whopping $12. Both men furrow their brow's, one taps his shiny tips of his toes, whilst the other lets his hands skim the zipper opening of his jacket, as he places each hand firmly between his waist and his hip.
The young gentlemen working behind the counter, opted to swap the "I don't know- I just work here", to a cheeky, more evident response.
Monday, January 12, 2009
Hollywood and Cherokee
"The only other person I ever loved was my ex-wife"
Two twenty-something Latinos, crossing Cherokee on Hollywood boulevard, Both flaunting crisp, white sneakers, which were accompanied by several folds in their denim oversized pants, which I'm sure collectively increased throughout the night as their waistlines inched closer to their knees. XXL T-shirts draped over their medium sized torso's, one red, one white. Both outfits topped off with baseball caps, in mint condition, slightly tipped to the side.
An unexpected conversation between two young men, strolling along Hollywood Blvd, on a friday night.
Two twenty-something Latinos, crossing Cherokee on Hollywood boulevard, Both flaunting crisp, white sneakers, which were accompanied by several folds in their denim oversized pants, which I'm sure collectively increased throughout the night as their waistlines inched closer to their knees. XXL T-shirts draped over their medium sized torso's, one red, one white. Both outfits topped off with baseball caps, in mint condition, slightly tipped to the side.
An unexpected conversation between two young men, strolling along Hollywood Blvd, on a friday night.
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