L.A.
September 19th, 2005 byThere’s a mexican girl on the other side of my bench reading Playboy. Last night I briefly mingled with a 13 year old child star. Earlier in the day I had brunch with, among others, a girl who I’m pretty damn sure guest starred on Buffy the Vampire Slayer in season 7. I shared a room with Sarah’s brother, Josh, a Java guru working at Sun. Cool guy. Watched him spill so much game that he had at least two girls hanging over him all night. I hitched a ride in a convertible black mustang with a blond bombshell who looked suspiciously like Barbie. Also a cool person. Drank a 1:00 A.M. milkshake over onion rings in a fairly sketchy Denny’s in Burbank with Sarah’s husband, Johnny. On the Airport PA system Billy Idol and the Cure are keeping me chuckling audibly while I am now waiting for my flight. There’s a very country looking guy across from me tapping his toes furiously. I’ve shot more than a thousand images in the last 3 days and life feels pretty interesting for the moment. Of course, I wouldn’t want to live in this town, ever. Most of the people living here feel much the same way. But it’s definitely interesting to come and visit once in a while.
I came down to shoot a wedding. And that wedding was a lot of fun. Rachel wore this very nice 50’s style dress and the church was well lit. Can’t ask for much more. I’ve seen a few really funky wedding dresses and been in a lot of cave churches. And one thing I can say about L.A. is that it’s hard to walk 50 feet (not that anyone walks anywhere in L.A.) without bumping into 10 out of the 20 people you would need to coordinate a fairly major production. And they’re all happy in that wonderful California way to help you stage yours. So the wedding really went off without a hitch.