Maybe some photographers really are God…



So someone said that everyone in L.A. loses 75 I.Q. points when it rains.  I didn’t really get what that meant.  But, before I asked why, I realized that I had probably just lost 75 I.Q. points (or like 500) because it’s a f-ing monsoon here, so that’s why I didn’t get it.  Normally the rain might be kind of charming in L.A.; a novelty, where we could put on our rain gear (that none of us have) and jump in the mud puddles (liquid smog), splash each other and laugh so, so much. Unless, that is you are trying to shoot an ad-job where the outside is supposed to look like spring.  Advertisers and magazines come to LA during the winter to shoot ‘spring’ and ‘summer’, and we may as well have been shooting in Forks, Washington. The point of this all is Mark Lund, the photographer.


We basically had no light and he had to emulate spring sunlight flooding through the windows.  And by ‘no light’ I mean very dark, like ‘maybe we should nap?’ kind of dark.  But he made it look like we are shooting in bright, sunny, no cares Los angeles, with non-existent sunlight streaming in.  Now there are some shoots where I feel like the prop stylist has the most to do, the most things to keep track of (all the merchandise, rented props, purchased props, borrowed props, personal props, etc) we are often the first to arrive, last to leave and the job doesn’t end for days after the shoot.  But we never have to change the weather.


So, Mark, the photographer, made sunlight.  I had to create furnished rooms out of scratch, but he had to play God, which many photographer think they are anyway – BOOM! (kidding?) Target was the client and they were so smart or lucky that they hired him because in L.A., specifically, a lot of lifestyle photographers rely on the sun – aka natural light – to shoot, and it might’ve been a lot more difficult to pull off with someone less talented.


We would look at the set, so dark, and then look at the screen where the photo was and do a double take, because the image on the screen looked like a spring morning in california, and the room looked like a dungeon.




Kudos, Mark.   You take very pretty pictures. Now, can you make it 80 degrees here because I would like to sit in the sun and bleach out my hair a little bit?
All these pictures are his work from his site, none from this week, unfortunately.  I’ll post those when they come out – look for the Target spring catalogue.


And a couple points of business for any and all industry folk out there –
a.  I worked with now my favorite production company out here, Bees and Honey, with producer/partner,  Bianca Cochran.  If anybody is looking to shoot in LA or New York (or anywhere really) consider them.  Great, organized, etc, but also just SUPER pleasant to work with. (And they gave me a full advance, thank you, thank you )
b.  I am now agent-less, so all past, present and future clients please contact me directly:

Kick it in the walls



So I don’t really ‘do bold’ in my own apartment.  I used to, oh, boy did I used to.  My apartment in college was basically a burlesque house.  BUT,  I still wear bold, fo shizzle. Sometimes I have to pretend that it’s not me in the mirror and I ask myself, “If I saw a person wearing this on the street, would I think she was crazy?”  For instance, the floral mumu’s (70’s, not African) with ankle socks, ballet flats and a striped cardigan – all vintage, of course.  I often answer ‘eh…nope’, but Brian normally answers ‘yea, but just a little bit crazy’, and then I take off the ankle socks, both of them.

Anyway, I had to source a ton of wallpaper last week for a job and I stumbled upon these awesome bold patterns by Osborne and Little.  The scale is huge, (see below, ignore the inexcusable styling)

I like all the colors, but I would put the bright ones in a hallway or guest bath, and I could do the grey and white one on my headboard wall in my bedroom.  Like so:



Here are some more:  perhaps even more awesomer and bolder.


These have the same scale- huge- the tulip is a foot tall.  But, be warned these are not for the faint of heart, they are metallic – not the whole pattern, just the background is a shiny silver.  I love them all, but would get sick of them very quickly unless I just put them, again, in a hallway, entryway, bathroom or small accent wall, (like that shot in my last post with the pink curtains).


Love the green/silver, but I would definitely go for the grey.
Or just  frame one, in a huge frame, like 4×6 or 6×8 – just leaning against a wall.  Somehow that intimidates me less; not as much commitment I guess.
These are just my opinions, and I’m a little bit crazy, and completely sleep deprived.  And I wear mumu’s with ankle socks.  Ok, I actually never left the house, and perhaps that’s because I looked like a pregnant little girl.  Not exactly the look I want to be rockin.


Hot Pink





I’m propping a room right now with a LOT of hot pink, which if you are over 30 i like to call ‘fuscia’, which I’m not sure if that is even the case, nor do I know how to spell it apparently. But I like pink, second to blue.  And no, not baby pink or even light pink, but hot pink.
And i normally don’t love such modern chandeliers, but I like how this one practically disappears.
Oh, I’m sorry, but I think we have a poet on our hands.
And that art collection is ridic, mismatched chairs, so pretty.
gotta run.


Tune-in Tokyo



So, I’m a huge fan of a mattress on the floor; I’m also into the pretty window light, curtains, lamp, and bedside table in this shot.  But… huh… that’s interesting. We have a special little drawing on the wall, don’t we?…  huh.  I can’t quite put my finger on what bothers me about it.  I like the palette, the scale, the haphazard taping of it on the wall.  But, it might just be a tad, um, ahem. Nippley?  Not exactly what I’d choose and it makes me want to cross my arms, put on a cashmere caftan and sit in a really really warm room,  – not necessarily in a good way.




I found all of these on Emma’s blog, which is great, fyi.  All swedish, all the time.
This one (above) also has interesting-ish artwork, but I do LOVE LOVE LOVE those leather/black metal dining chairs, and the iconic mid-century black sculptural lamp.


And yes, I am pro ‘beaten up leather tufted sofa’, and both brass 70’s side tables are stealable.
Thanks, Emma. I like your blog, and your name…kinda like mine.


Ooh, check me out on one of my favorite blog, The City Sage, which tripled my readers, by the way.  Thanks, Anne, you’re the biznom.  (The bomb)

Gotta run, I have a Glenn Beck- Sara Palin interview to watch.  My saturday is about to get pretty entertaining.

We were all kids once, but not like this. Oh no. Not like this.



I was rummaging through old photos this morning, (because it’s Thursday and Thursday is scrapbook day) and I found these of me (above) when I was a kid.  Lord, I was cool.  I just threw my glasses on, put a flower in my belt loop and hung out with my friend who loves yoyo’s.




Unfortunately these are not of me.  I was the kid that was into 4-H and drew red triangles on the right back pocket of my jeans.  These photos are from Crewcuts, the J-Crew kids catalogue.
Alright, I’m not the biggest  J-Crew fan.  I like their stuff in theory, I shop there a lot for work, good silhouettes, pretty colors, good return policy, (if ya know what I mean, elbow, elbow) etc.  But for how trendy and cheaply made it is, I find it too expensive to buy for myself.  I panicked last year, desperate for a cardigan and bought one for $100 and within 2 weeks it had 3 holes. Unhappy was I.


BUT, the point of this, is the art direction.  These kids look so f-ing cool – I want to be them, but impossible! I could never compete.    These kids live in Fort Greene, they tend to their community garden, they have late afternoon lunches at Cafe Gitane or at ironic taxadermied joints.  They listen to KCRW bands, get invited to P.S. 1 openings; their obsessed charter school teachers beg them for coffee dates, where they’re rejected because they are having early cocktails with the 30 Rock cast – which they are actually doing only because they’ve been putting them off for jusyears, and really they’d much rather be at home listening to This American Life and curing their own meats.


And that, folks, is what good fashion styling and photography can do.  And that’s why despite the overpriced-ness and cheapness of their clothes, I will probably make my kids, (I’ll call them Sweetie and George) wear them.


Nice job, J-Crew art direction and styling, you’ve fooled us all the way to the bank.