So this fashion/personal style blog has pretty much turned into a LIFE blog. That's because my life is FINALLY getting interesting, heh. I went to James Franco's art exhibit in Hollywood, called Rebel, with my buddy
Isabel! It was really.. Umm.. Intense. With the few thoughts I could gather and make sense of after being inside for over two hours, I didn't understand why it was open to all ages -- I mean, Los Angeles is Los Angeles, but it was just
really graphic and vulgar, although there was a small sign in the entrance informing you of this, it is just
so much to handle. Unfortunately I don't think everyone can, and should be, admitted, primarily minors. I am a minor, and I always complain about places that don't allow people under 18 in, but this was just BAT SHIT FUCKING CRAZY to the full extent. There was gore, a father wanting to rape his daughter (?), cats and dogs giving each other blow jobs, a bull getting castrated, a young man possibly OD'ing on pills who's best friend happens to be a red marker (?), a motorcycle being dragged, a boy's mother who died, Natalie Wood's death, just so much.. I mean, if there's something you feel uncomfortable looking at, you can't look at the floor because there's *blood* and you can't look at the roof because there are multi-racial blow-up dolls or strap-on penises that were submerged in *blood*, I can't even explain it clearly in words.
And I visited two days in a row. I think Isabel liked it.. When we were talking about it, she just seemed very overwhelmed by it. Later we strolled around Hollywood, and walked into Hot Topic for the first time since we were like 13 years-old, and literally tweeted the funniest #shitwesayinhottopic tweets. Check them out
here.
The second day, I went with another friend of mine, Mario, and I'm positive he enjoyed it (videos of titz everywherez!!!!!!), but really, I asked him frequently if he liked it, and I think I got pretty annoying too, but he did. The entire exhibit was full of projectors, there were no paintings or anything like that. It was more like an experience, rather than tons of art pieces hanging, it was another form of entertainment which I seemed to have enjoyed more than an art walk, or whatever. So, as Mario and I were walking out, one of the security guards (shout out to ma boi Eric!!!!!!!), informed us of an *after-party* sort of thing going on that night, because it was the last day of the exhibit (June 23rd). There was a list of people who could go in because
JAMES-MOTHERTRUCKIN'-FRANCO was going to be there. Thanks to Mario's ninja skills, we got in!!!!! And I met James! And I took a photo with him! And I couldn't stop squirming! I couldn't even speak! What I'm writing like right now, this is what I was like that night! This! Exclamation mark after exclamation mark ending my fragments! Ahh.. Good stuff.
For the first time, I didn't really take a lot of photos, but I took an appreciable amount of videos while in the exhibit/day with
Isabel/day with Mario. I'll make another of my compilation videos this week and hopefully have it done before July. Also, I'm wearing a colorful pentagram and eye necklace + an eyeball ring, all three from
Glow Worm!
Why has this summer as of yet been UNREAL?! I don't think I'll ever stop questioning why so many good things happen to me.. I mean, I'm a teenager with problems, I care about people and animals, but doesn't everyone? I don't feel worthy.
PS: PHOTO OVERLOAD TO THE MAAXXXXXXXXXX. What can I say? Life is great, and so are photos -- Why would I want to deprive you of any of those two? ;-)
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James Franco Goodness Time.
I will make an outfit post in a few days. Thanks for tagging along and reading this entire post, though! *mails friendship bracelet*
