Over the weekend we had to go into Hollywood, which is always a dreaded task. It’s truly a dirty place filled with dicks and douches, burnouts, and fresh off the boat from (fill in the state of your choice) hopefuls. I can say this with some authority because I lived there for ten years. It’s a nasty place if you aren’t a grounded individual. However, I didn’t always feel that way. When I first moved there fourteen years ago I found it fascinating. It was gritty and dirty and utterly different than my home town.
Within about three years my interest turned to disgust, though I continued to live there because my apartment was rent controlled and I could walk to work. Once I finally moved out of the area, I couldn’t believe I stayed as long as I did. I will say this about Hollywood, there is always something to see. Such as:
Now, I’m not typically one to photo ninja others, mostly because I never think about it. But this one, well, I couldn’t pass up the opportunity. No, she was not in the midst of a photo shoot. No, it was not exceptionally hot, at the time of this photo it was 75 degrees, which in my book isn’t nearly hot enough to take off your pants.
*Shrug*
Before I snapped this pic, some dude walked up and asked if he could take her photo, to which she agreed to by straddling the sign pole and making a duck face. And you know what? She totally made his day, he was beside himself with glee. I really don’t know what made her leave the house without bottoms, but I give her props for strutting down the street in those shoes – I would have broken an ankle. Probably both.
Welcome to Monday folks.
Maybe she just left the pool, and those are bikini bottoms? Dunno about the shoes though. I saw all kinds of various degrees of undress when I lived at the beach. (It was common to see a sign on a business’ door that read “no shirt, no shoes, no problem” and they were serious.)
Nope. Nearest pool is at a gym a couple of blocks away, and the beach is nowhere close. But I agree, if we were in Venice or Santa Monica, then sure, it would have made sense. Minus the shoes. I have no idea what she was doing, just having some fun I guess:)
First off . . . oh Vesta, I have never been prouder of you than I am in this very moment. ((sniff)) I’ll make a photo ninja out of you yet!
But why didn’t you take a pic when she was straddling the pole with the duckface? Why oh why?
And yeah, it’s the shoes that really get me. I mean, they match the undies for pete’s sake! Did she really think that this was an appropriate “outfit?” Then again, it is Hollyweird. Anything goes, right?
I didn’t get the duckface shot because I was too busy watching the guy taking the pics. He was in heaven. Honestly the whole thing was a funny scene. I think it made my day as much as his, so she was totally two for two!
People. There is just no explaining them. Maybe it is a bathing suit bottom? Not that that would make it alright.
I have never been to Hollywood, or LA really. The closest I have been is LaJolla/San Diego area. Which is all lovely. I have had the sense that I would hate LA and Hollywood. My brother on the other hand is under the impression he loves it. He gets all David Lynch on us. I want to punch him the face when it happens. And that seriously is not an impulse I feel often. Just when people become pretentious boobs.
Ah, I LOVE David Lynch. And clearly he loves Hollywood, but he loves a Hollywood that doesn’t necessarily exist, except in David Lynch movies.
Like any city there are parts of LA that are wonderful, and parts that suck. And like I said, when I was very young I found Hollywood alluring, but that wore off pretty quickly.
When it was 100-110 here I said “It’s perfectly acceptable for everyone to run around in bikinis right now” about 5 times. But if it was less than 100, no excuse.
Yeah, it gets hot like that in Pasadena too. As little clothing as possible is certainly preferable when the temp rises to boiling!
I’m really not convinced that isn’t a diaper. Look how thick it is…
Well, it is white, so I’d rather the material be too thick than too thin.
What else are you going to do when you have a stranger fetish?
Other than knock on random doors?
I’m fascinated by Hollywood because I have no clue what it’s like. Vesta, this was so fun–could you do another post on Hollywood sometime with fun pics of scenery and noteworthy things and stuff, the next time you’re there???
Will do!
Maybe she’s a Terminator and just arrived naked and only had random found articles of clothing to put on? But, I don’t think a Terminator would straddle a pole and make a duck face for random strangers.
I hadn’t thought about that. Maybe she was sent to blow up Hollywood.
There are only 2 excuses for that. (1) There’s a pool behind her. (2) Someone stole her pants.
Nope, no pool. Option 2?