LA dreamz

man i wanna go.
as usual ms. never satisfied feels like she would be happy in the gritty city.
"but this time i mean it"
in early summer it was fantastic. dry and dusty and smoggy and moist all at the same time. all those old shitty cars with expensive rims on 'em...oompa loompa mexican music blasting in certain neighbourhoods. vegetarian and even raw food restaurants winking at me. t-shirts and belts and bikinis, all seven dollars.

the basic life is so cheap there. if you are willing to be a human garbage can, you can feed yourself for 3 dollars (something very, very wrong with that). the good life cost a lot- potentially your soul.

i went to a loft party and the bookshelves were filled with photography works of mainly l.a. artists. how self-centered ARE they down there? love it.
on the huge balcony overlooking sunset blvd there were seven foot tall naked mannequins, spray painted silver.
the people were very friendly. stylish, but not in the n.y.c. way. they wore colour, ironic black rimmed glasses, and skinny jeans with hi-tops.
americans, when done well, make you believe the world is a hopeful and genuine place.

i like the drive from santa barbara to venice. that tall vine covered concrete wall down the left side of the highway, beachfront oyster bars and parking lots for miles and miles, flags snapping in the warm air. support our troops they say.

venice is trash. muscle beach and the black dudes are completely laughable. there was a latino girl on rollerblades doing laps of the basketball court and her raspberry elastic shorts covered half her ass, it was great. i love it there so much i didn't even want to take photographs! an old 'venice legend' street performer followed me for five minutes, playing high notes on an electric guitar and staring into my face like he had something i needed. then my boyfriend insinuated there was an ass-kicking coming his way and he moved merrily on. classic!

the canals are home to decorating and architecture freaks who woke up one morning and said, "hey, you know what would make my life better? living in the venetian canals of l.a." then they went about making each and every house in the entire hidden giant water riddled cul-de-sac a living masterpiece collectively, and then they all die happy together.

except for the fake boobs and skin cancer that is.