All Things Los Angeles

Los An·ge·les [laws ang-guh-luhs, -leez, los] Abbr. LA.

Hollywood Jesus. He’s as much of an icon as the Capitol Records building or the Beverly Hills sign. He’s perpetually strolling around Sunset, and our producer Jenny Meier happened to capture him in all his instagram glory outside of Chateau Marmot. 
Jesus is also supposedly the owner of a very slick mercedes. Only in LA does Jesus drive a mercedes. Only. In. LA.  High-res

Hollywood Jesus. He’s as much of an icon as the Capitol Records building or the Beverly Hills sign. He’s perpetually strolling around Sunset, and our producer Jenny Meier happened to capture him in all his instagram glory outside of Chateau Marmot. 

Jesus is also supposedly the owner of a very slick mercedes. Only in LA does Jesus drive a mercedes. Only. In. LA. 

Blood In Blood Out Chinatown 500 Days Of Summer Degrassi Goes Hollywood Clueless

Five amazeballs movies set in Los Angeles. That you need to watch now.

(500) Days Of Summer. Because it doesn’t force butterflies down your throat.

Chinatown. Because it’s one of the greatest films ever made.

Blood In, Blood Out. Because shit gets real in East LA in the 80s.

Clueless. Because, like, whatever.

And …

Degrassi Goes Hollywood. Because it’s a ridiculous Canadian TV to movie adaptation that lets you enjoy LA like a tourist without actually dealing with parking on Orange and Hollywood at 2:00pm on a Saturday. 

I don’t do commitment. It’s not because I’m scared of the actual commitment part, its because I hate the inevitable breakup. That’s why I don’t have a hairdresser, or manicurist or favorite song. Because one day my hairdresser is going to mess up my highlights, my manicurist is going to ask me for the 5th time why I don’t have a boyfriend, and I will come to find my favorite song has been inboxe’d to me by a crazy ex. All reasons enough for my to change my mind and pick a new hairdresser, manicurist and song. 
For me, the theory bleeds into tattoos and piercings. It’s not that I don’t love them. It’s just I know I’m not going to love them longer than six months. I change my mind, and I change it often, and that is why I’m not ashamed to admit my glasses, lip and cartilage piercings are one hundred percent genuine fakes. 
So go ahead, put on your extensions, eye lashes, and wonder bras. It doesn’t have to be Halloween to pretend to be someone else for the night. My only piece of advice, take a page from Eminem’s book and be sure to make fun of yourself before anyone has the chance to. When that really cool hipster girl who can actually pull off snapbacks and tattoos asks you where you got your lip ring, smile and politely reply, “Its totally fake, how ridiculous is that? But it is from Claire’s if you want one.” 

I don’t do commitment. It’s not because I’m scared of the actual commitment part, its because I hate the inevitable breakup. That’s why I don’t have a hairdresser, or manicurist or favorite song. Because one day my hairdresser is going to mess up my highlights, my manicurist is going to ask me for the 5th time why I don’t have a boyfriend, and I will come to find my favorite song has been inboxe’d to me by a crazy ex. All reasons enough for my to change my mind and pick a new hairdresser, manicurist and song. 

For me, the theory bleeds into tattoos and piercings. It’s not that I don’t love them. It’s just I know I’m not going to love them longer than six months. I change my mind, and I change it often, and that is why I’m not ashamed to admit my glasses, lip and cartilage piercings are one hundred percent genuine fakes. 

So go ahead, put on your extensions, eye lashes, and wonder bras. It doesn’t have to be Halloween to pretend to be someone else for the night. My only piece of advice, take a page from Eminem’s book and be sure to make fun of yourself before anyone has the chance to. When that really cool hipster girl who can actually pull off snapbacks and tattoos asks you where you got your lip ring, smile and politely reply, “Its totally fake, how ridiculous is that? But it is from Claire’s if you want one.” 

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