In fact, she is one little cute punk-rocker prancer-dancer ingenue from a future-retro artsy chill area in east Los Angeles called Los Feliz, underneath the Griffith Park Observatory and the infamous Greek Amphitheater, home to many of the rockstar concerts and special events. Every now and then, after clicking her heels three times, she’d be gone with the wind, so to speak, in whatever directions the air streams take her, still continental USA (sadly, foreign air is still off limits for now). Oh where oh where did she teleport again? Looks like Lake Tahoe, a quirky town of Reno on the Nevada/Cali border, woodsy town of Truckee, in the wilderness, inhabited by bears and deer, then grand NY on the east coast – autumn foliage and fresh crisp chill air excursions; and back to Joshua Tree for desert sun and stargazing, and a royal visit to Bel Air. What’s next? 🙂
While my plans to visit Europe this Fall got hijacked by the infamous virus, what’s a girl to do if she is banned from Paris? Click those heels and teleport to Texas, perhaps Austin or somewhere I’ve never been. I like Texas and Texans in general, all things “cowboy” and country, those handcrafted Lucchese boots, Stetson Hats, vintage denim Levi’s and rock-and-roll tees, and so much midwestern swag that at times it gets lost in translation. Cute town, with bars open early afternoon, health-conscious Texans working out by the river, really great coffee, collectible Broncos, great Cuisine, lake Travis, old neighboring towns and lots of sunshine. Of course I still love Cali, and there’s still my fave Chateau Marmont, DTLA excursions, Palm Springs, Joshua Tree retreats and fabulous shoes to wear. Enjoy the joy ride and keep smiling at the world!
Are you the spy who loved me? Perhaps nobody can explain it better than Carly Simon in her cult classic song from James Bond’s serial franchise. My pictorial is an homage to her sultry and soulful lyrics – My photos-her words. Shhhh. Your secrets are safe with me:) Promise! “Nobody does it better. Makes me feel sad for the rest. Nobody does it half as good as you. Baby, you’re the best. I wasn’t lookin’ but somehow you found me. It tried to hide from your love light. But like heaven above me The spy who loved me Is keepin’ all my secrets safe tonight. And nobody does it better. Though sometimes I wish someone could. Nobody does it quite the way you do. Why’d you have to be so good? The way that you hold me Whenever you hold me. There’s some kind of magic inside you.That keeps me from runnin’. But just keep it comin’. How’d you… ” Photography@RobertKerian Stylist @laroussian
Are Zombies even real, or are they simply metaphors for social disorders of each generation? Ironically, the world today is facing a viral pandemic, sweeping its way through each layer of socio-economical systems, leaving countries and their citizens in a dystopian disarray, and a grim sense of hopelessness for our global future as humans stand sadly more divided than united. I have no doubt that as senseless and random as death is, the human race will rise again to fight this oppressor and defend what is right, just and necessary in the name of love, beauty and honor, and everything amazing that is true. I, myself, head to the desert to hunt for the Zombies, invisible and unpredictable little monsters, dressed in my finest for the occasion – Fendi gold boots and McQueen white breeze of a dress, armed with a 9 MM Storm Beretta and a Remington Mesa 12 gauge shotgun. Scared? Don’t be – I’m here to protect and serve, ’cause Z stands for Zorra, the explorer of excellence. Be safe! Until then…
As one of my favorite Douglas Adams’ quotes from ‘The Hitchhiker’s Guide To The Galaxy’ – “There is a theory which states that if ever anyone discovers exactly what the Universe is for and why is it is there, it will instantly disappear and be replaced by something even more bizarre and inexplicable. There is another theory which states that this has already happened.” Needless to say I am not alone in this feeling of displacement and disbelief, or its’ suspension. The whole world has been placed under some strange magic spell, a cosmic flux, this perpetual Groundhog Day forced upon us by some mysterious Virus, hovering indefinitely like an alien spaceship in the air, with no plans of leaving our Solar System. As some countries are opening up, others are still in ‘shut down” mode – which leaves me to entertain other possibilities of not so distant travel. So as I decide on where to go and what to do, enjoy my little escapades here and there… for now. Until next time! Ciao…
“June Gloom” has never been in my repertoire. Alas, this summer began somewhat auspiciously. Between the ongoing pandemic, and the national protests against racial injustice still perpetrated in my progressive United States to this day, and the new lunar eclipse – 2020 is not short of surprises. Clearly, the new decade facilitates much needed political and economic reforms, positive changes in our attitude toward one another, and the bond of human connection that never ceases to amaze me. “Everyone is guilty of all the good they did not do,” as Voltaire once declared. As we are all united in this global crisis, let us stand for one another and be the messengers of peace, love and understanding. For we must all get along, as there is is just one race – the human race. All the while, I am still in awe of my home state of California, and am bewitched, bothered and bewildered by its beauty, warmth, and heart. I am officially a California girl, or better yet – a California Soul!
Well my dears –April flew by like a radioactive jet, and May is upon us – from showers to flowers in 5 seconds flat! March was 30 years ago, April was 30 minutes long. Time is relative, especially in these strange days of quarantine life worldwide. So what does one do when there is so much but little time? We make it super interesting with a twist. Growing up in California, I have never seen the poppy fields bloom in the Antelope Valley near Los Angeles, or made a small discovery of parks in Malibu, Topanga Canyon, Wilson Mountain range still covered in patches of snow in a middle of May, or Pioneer Town near Palm Springs. These type of decisions take minutes as I jump into a fast car on an adventure of what feels like a lifetime being a home buddy… who I really never am! Enjoy the snaps of my beautiful State and Cali May fleurs… and put a mask on!:)
Since the global pandemic completely reshaped the world order – work, travel, shopping, art, music, social systems and networks are placed on hold indefinitely. And since I was not able to stop in Paris on the way from London due to the enforced travel restricitons and general calamity early this March, I check myself into my favorite place in LA – the infamous Chateau Marmont on Sunset strip for a week, and isolate like any other regular rockstar. The place is quiet, private and soulful – I love it here, I have always adored it! Let us be glam and celebrate life all day, every day! Enjoy the rooftop views of my beautiful City of Angels! XOXOXO
If we only knew the future, we would not do half the things we set out to do or did already. Have we met before before? Then we meet again again – a deja vu in London, or a rendezvous “take #2”. I am from the future, kind of blade–running backwards, stopping in London with plans for Paris (this scenario of course halted as the global pandemic spread like wildfire around the world). As I park myself at the London Edition Hotel, right on the rooftop terrace with an amazing view of Central Soho, a week in London seems like a fun little escapade in itself. Catching up on things I didn’t get to do on the last go-round – like visiting the Saatchi Gallery with the most expensive exhibit in London’s history on the Egyptian Pharaoh Tutankhamen; strolling through the National Portrait Gallery in search of Cecil Beaton’s photos; walking to Big Ben and the famous Bond and Oxford streets and Savile Row for shopping, Portobello Road for antiques and food markets for Cheese shops and Davidoff cigars and the best English Fox umbrellas. Let’s not forget the buzz around new restaurants and notable bars with cool vibes, dressing up and keeping calm, before I catch the last flight to my beloved LA on Friday the 13th, March 2020. So we pray, eat, and love and carry on! God save the Queen and all her subjects! Cheers:)
Living in LA LA Land often calls for some variety like the four seasons, famously captured by maestro Vivaldi. So I jump on the next plane to my beloved city of New York for the Winter’s Opera program,” La Traviata” and “Porgy and Bess” back to back, endless walking in Central Park, more shopping and countless cappuccinos in pretty cafes and perusing art exhibits. Let’s not forget Seattle, the Tech metropolis, the Fish Market, the Needle, and another opera – “Eugene Onegin”! Brrrr, on a cold and rainy day – throw in a healthy dose of spa therapy and a Russian banya – warm up those sexy bones I say! Back in LA, I feel London calling – after all it has been a while since my last visit. British Air makes it easy, like the Mary Poppins I am teleported to England, the land of antiquity and cutting edge modernity – more museums, shops and yet another opera, this time “Carmen” in English, Bar Americana at St. James, high Tea service, practicing my accents, strolling different neighborhoods, looking ever so glamorous, orchestrating a fashion shoot and laughing all the way! Enjoy my vivid Planetarium – as the journey that is its own reward, and the company you keep that truly matters! XOXOXO
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