The KGB Took My Baby Away

Ok so weirdest thing… we were wrapping up our photo mission down in the arts district (read: hungry and running low on film) standing on the corner in this totally desserted part of town deciding where to get lunch and how to hook back up with our mate from foggy London- town when what drives by? A freaking motorcade of unmarked vehicles, cop cars, motorcycle police and KGB smartcars. Several of them. What.
Total rookie move my Rebel was in my bag and I’m franticly exiting out of my text message on my Blcakberry to get the camera… this is all I have to show for it… The other jerks with film cameras were reloading. It’s like we were caught with our pants down! Blowing it!!
Anyway, this is all the proof we have of the very odd, very quick, very…? event.

Let the conspiracy theories begin!

Photo Mission: Arts District

So Jimi found this amazing abandoned building in downtown LA so we went Saturday morning to shoot it! The light was amazing! I can’t wait to get my film back! In the meantime, here are a couple of digi images from my Rebel…

Get up, Stand up

In case this whole fashion thing doesn’t work out…

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Spotted: Danny Masterson aka Steven Hyde

Danny Masterson owns a rad boutique down the street from my place called Confederacy. It is definitely the best store I have seen in LA so far… and I have seen my fair share. 
Anyway, we stopped in today after chowing down in some Pinkberry. They are having a Rebecca Minkoff sample sale, so it was pretty busy. I looked around for Danny… Didn’t see him. 
We went into the other building (menswear/ bags/ shoes/ sample sale) and there he was!! Woo! Exciting! I walked past him (he was between me and the shoes!) and he said hello and told me he likes my hair. Yes!
Then I texted my mom.