I can’t pinpoint when it started, but I have a recent obsession with all things “interesting.” Basically, I’ve deemed myself qualified to categorize nearly every person, place or thing I come across as interesting, or not. No one is immune to the labeling. As such, if you’re interesting, you’re in. Not so much? I’m probably not calling you back. Reading this back, I’m sounding like a jerk, so let me explain. This isn’t about good vs. bad, it’s completely a matter of taste. There is only so much time in the day and limitless ways to fill it. So how is one to choose? At this point in my life, I am all about upsetting expectations. Cases in point- Kenya superseding Hawaii, layering for summer and sports bras at night. I want to go places before anyone’s been there, see things before anyone’s heard of them and wear things before they become cool. The road less traveled will always be the one on my radar. What can I say? As a longtime Angeleno, I hate traffic. Literally and metaphorically. Not only do I apply the “interesting” evaluation to my company and activities, I also administer it each morning as I get dressed. Especially when it comes to suiting up for a shoot. Because, in my oh-so humble opinion, there are few things as boring as a so-called fashion blogger wearing a basic top and pants. What’s the point?! Seriously, would you go to a restaurant to order the same plain toast and banana that you could make at home? Of course not. You would order something exciting, something inspired that you wouldn’t make on your own. The same goes for blogging. I’m so over the same old, same old. Show me something different, something new. Something that I wouldn’t come up with on my own. I suppose that’s what I’m doing with The LA Survival Guide. I’m attempting to create something interesting. Because that exactly what I’m looking for, too.
Topshop jacket, Nation Ltd t-shirt, Current/Elliott jumpsuit, Zara pumps Photos by Michele LoBosco
Shot at the Avalon Hotel