thoughts on the situation

Blogging is new. Well, to me it is. Since I am a very secretive person, I don't usually enjoy putting my thoughts down for other people to read. But, I'm getting used to it.
I found this website, myfashionlife, which was pretty interesting to flip through. It reads on fashion, models, vintage, as well as some of the business and politics behind the industry. I shouldn't pimp out other sites, but this one is worth the look.
So after making a wonderful espresso, and confirming a dentist appointment, I am back in front of the computer planning my trip to Israel for the winter. I'm far too excited, and it will be great to spend a little money over there.

Shooter shooter

Today, we were on location at a flower gallery, which meant a TON of color. I don't do color very often, so this was quite a change. One photographer wanted a very commercial look, and, lucky me, the other photographer wanted drama and darkness, almost a sophisticated and modern femme fatal type. I was wearing black denim pencil leg jeans, by Habitual, as well as an un-tucked white button down men's style shirt with a SWORD leather jacket over, which was later switched into a plain cropped vest. The make up was clean, and classic, no not a ton of retouching from the hot hot heat we were working with. California sun gleams pretty damn hard in the summer.
These were all taken by one of the photographer's assistants, the actually photographs will be through editing shortly, and then into the books! In this business, it's all about waiting for the results. Patience, because photo editing takes freaking forever.

Yes. it's that good.

Now, being a model is fun. Acting, although more challenging, is also more rewarding, but modeling...that's where the fun stuff is. It's dress up for adults. You can put on crazy, and I mean CRAZY outfits, with head pieces or body paint, all to create a new idea for yourself. When you have the right team, the shoot will get very exciting, you really start to become a new person!

But today, I'm plain old me. My best friend went into the hospital for a very minor surgery, and I was able to go in with her and her parents (my mommy and daddy #2). It was a very laid back day, from start to finish, with a bit of Thai food for a late lunch (I went for the Grilled Shrimp salad, which was spicy as all hell) at Thai Stick just south of the city.

After, some TV watching (Bad Girls Guide, with Jenny McCarthy!!), some of the ladies came over and we went to the Elephant Bar for dinner and drinks. Now, I'm not a big fan of chain restaurants, I think its ridiculous it is to have "ready made food" and slap a $20 charge on it. I would certainly rather do my own cooking. Damn chain restaurants.

But, drinks were cut short due to schedules. I needed to get back home to I could get a run in before bedtime. Shoot tomorrow, very colorful and lovely, so stay tuned for some images as they roll in.

The things that wouldn't burn in the fire

...because they are too godly to be destroyed.

Now, I a very realistic shopper. I don't think it is right to spend $900 on one single pair of shoes, because you are truly paying a 50% mark up which is DIRECT profit to the designer. These shoes are MASS PRODUCED like every other heel. The reason people, women actually, pay so damn much for them is because of the lifestyle they encompass. They are teetering on torture with their 5+ inch heel height, they scream a life in which the wearer sits 98% of their work day, and to top it all off, they are not meant to be work on an everyday basis. This means, if one would have the desire, and physical ability, to wear these shoes every day, they would either have to rotate between 20 or 30 pairs each month to keep the wearing to a minimum, OR have the budget to purchase a new pair each time the heel wears through to the metal.

And with all of this messed up, morally corrupt nonsense that is designer fashions, I will still purchase these in a heartbeat, and wear them around my house, while dancing to Kiss in my underwear. Put that in your pipe and smoke it.

PS. I would like these for Hanukkah


Thank you for your consideration.

we're late, for a very important date.

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Happy Birthday, big man!

Friday night, it was play night for me. Dressed in very high black to the knee suede boots, I hit the town with some good friends (some new, some old) to celebrate my very good friend Robert's birthday. At one point, we were boyfriend and girlfriend, but thankfully, we were able to stay friends (really good ones at that) after the break up. And this amazing man deserved a huge birthday extravaganza, so after dinner and drinks at the factory of cheesecake, we proceeded to drink more, and dance with everyone at a local Irish bar called Molly McGee's.
At the end of the night, I had been married to a new friend, named Dante who was from Los Angeles, California. This is what happens when I drink.

high as a kite

At times, when I am waiting to hear back about a go-see or audition, I wish had some LSD or magic mushrooms so I could pass the time in a more creative way. Waiting, not knowing, is the worst part of this job. In other jobs that I have had in the past 15 years of my life, (I've been working practically since I would walk to school by myself) I was able to read my employer, to see if I was doing well, or not well. But in this industry, they judge with no look on their face, and you just don't know. So I wait.