The shoot went beautifully. And why is it that high post photographers are always tall, slim, adorable guys with scruffy beards? I do not know, but I am not complaining either. Ha!
Bonus: on her way out the door the stylist gave me props on MY style, which is one of those moments that is priceless for a fashion hooker like me. Love love love that.
Last night we ate at this tiny little shee shee restaurant and I saw Christina Ricci, who looks like a doll and is quite pocket sized.
My next move is to make weeks like this my whole entire life. I'll keep you posted on that.
Now I'm off to Inglewood to hang out with my dad, waiting on him to pick me up. I don't think I'll see Christina Ricci there, but I'm certain I'll have a blast just the same.
Air kisses! That's what LA is all about. So mwah, mwah. I adore you.
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