Whether you are the actor trying to get that Oscar winning movie role, or the homeless person trying to get that bus bench with an ocean view, Los Angeles is excessively competitive. I don't like to compare myself to others, I find that to be unhealthy. How does one compare a unicorn to an orange?
First Impressions: Not one of my strong suits. My first impression usually consists of being over-served and forming B.F.F. squad goals with strangers.
Often times, I have very little patience when it comes to people. I work with the natural public so I know first hand just how awful the proletariat are.
Living in LA is a struggle. Yesterday it rained and I had to re-evaluate my whole life! A few sprinkles and people literally forget how to drive! The ambulance sirens from car crashes were the soundtrack of the day (I believe it's natural selection taking its course.)
This jacket was a product of 2 of my biggest weaknesses: alcohol and shopping.
For me finding a good vintage t-shirt gives me the same joy I imagine Mother Teresa felt saving the world. I think my love of vintage rock shirts comes from its odd underlying comparison to my own life
When I am too hungover to think, I stick to the basics...black tshirt, black pants (in this case leather) and boots.