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Flock the Art Walk

The second Thursday of every month, Downtown Los Angeles goes artsy. An array of mysterious food trucks, eye-opening art galleries, diverse faces, lowkey non-Hollywood-esk bars and a different feel of the outskirts of Figueroa Street may overwhelm many, but what else would you do on a Thursday night? Go to an over rated HW club, see a movie, circle jerk? No thanks, I'd rather explore and engage in an intelligent conversation over an EXTRA dirty martini about which piece I would buy if I had an endless amount of cash on me. I'm not talking about your usual canvas painting, some sculptures cost over ten G's, you would be astonished. Every time I go it's different, however last week was interesting, not sure if it's because of summer but something was in the air and I'm not referring to the distinctive smell of bums (tip: shower AFTER). 

hobby: tabasco chugging

xoxo

Walking On a Grave

Walking on a Grave....literally. A few weeks ago I had the opportunity to watch Wizard of Oz at the Hollywood Forever Cemetery. Buried people, the Wicked Witch, Dorothy's sequined red slippers, tombstones and odd balls...I might as well should have been asked by the scarecrow himself to follow the grave brick road. However, being the curious and sick minded Cancer I am, I was thrilled.  An order of take out from Bottega Louie and five bottles of wine later, I was sitting on a hippie blanket the size of a Cali King and watching Dorothy get sucked out of Kansas. Despite the  hectic swarm of people, the experience was well worthy.  I presume it's lights out for the vamps during the summer because this season is the only time the cemetery screenings take place. Then again, I wouldn't mind  an all year round schedule, getting my blood sucked in a cemetery is exactly the kind of night I would look forward to.

^UK Designer Natacha Marro's Mary-Jane "Dorothy" Heels, only ten made...

vamp love

Women are like crème brulée, initially impenetrable then tap, tap ahhh you're in

90210 said it best^---I may have bent the words to my own version but the idea is still there. This proverb may directly sound like breaking through a woman's shell, exterior or excuse my vulgarity; virginity. It appears simple, you know, digging your spoon into a  crème brulée and lifting it to your mouth for an excitement of a crispy yet warming embrace of heaven. Yet again, once you have devoured a couple of mouthfuls, are you satisfied? Are you yearning for more or are you ready to switch flavors? Perhaps even put the spoon down? What if we just want you to have a taste, who allows you to refuel your sugar high? We are that dish you oh so craved for when you picked up that spoon in the first place, right? So yes, we are often impenetrable, hard at the exterior, tough shelled but after  a few tries you may be in for a creamy surprise, depending on boundaries.... but it is us who are the treats you picked off the menu and whether you decide to take big spoonfuls at a time or slowly enjoy it, it is us at the end of the day who let you enter our delicate, caramelized surface.

xoxo

Mysterious clouds slash eff Yous

I was driving down the street the other day and I came across this, no it's not a picture I found on a college humor website, I'm a proud witness.

(use your imagination)

This recent fascination derived from my Geography course, we're learning about clouds...

This would be called a CUMulus cloud:

Enough with nature, middle fingers. They're vulgar and sexy... unless you don't have a pretty finger.

^rip heath, even he knew how to throw up an eff you

good looks brit

in conclusion, why curse when you have a middle finger?

xo

Sexy Docs&Obfuscating Stairs

This European dude inspired my doctor, doctor fix, do me a favor, listen to the lyrics:

Everyone loves Grey's Anatomy Dr. McDreamy

 

Upside Down Stairs, never heard? (location: Greystone Mansion Wonderland, Beverly Hills)

^Skip Runyon Canyon children, and try climbing up those twice a week^

brb