Downtown LA
TODAY SHOULD NOT HAVE BEEN A GOOD DAY...
After a Sunday night spent dining on the finest steamed vegetables and wild rice followed by one too many Stoli's, good friends and my favourite songs i was rudely awoken at 6:12am by my phone obnoxiously vibrating in my ear...i silenced it and attempted to go back to sleep, unsuccessfully. London was calling. It seemed I needed to start my day earlier than intended and somehow attempt to have a slew of meetings. I was on a sofa in Highland Park, my car in Los Feliz. A three hour journey ensued to collect my car. I should have been miserable, I'd barely slept, the sun was bright, my empty stomach was swaying with discontent and I was "that person".
The journey entailed; walk, bus heading in the wrong direction, bus heading in the right direction, exit downtown, walk,to Metro, Metro to Los Feliz, walk to car, drive to downtown, same clothes, last nights make up and that smell of being out all night. This was the making of a terrible day.
Instead it was a series of adventures, not a lot of work, giggles, silliness and an impromptu photo shoot...it was at that moment I realised nothing is wrong...
the (un)happy couple
lacoste jumps and magical trickery
seriousness.
guerilla.
prepping.
thank you Anton you made my day.
I know it looks as though we are forcing this poor guy to wear sunglasses but he really didn't mind...really.
Sleepytimes.
Charlie said we were taking an adventure, I ran and grabbed my camera only to come around the corner to find him sitting there...the adventure consisted of finding a place to smoke...worst adventure EVER!
Pretty pretty.
Double shoes.
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