monochromatic morning
drinking pissing down in LA
last time i was here it rained heavily and i got blamed for bringing the weather with me.
SAME AGAIN.
torrential and cold: just what the doctor ordered.
swam in the rain in the hot salt water pool.
then had brunch with swiss american family yukich at ASTRO BURGER, opposite FAT BURGER
thankfully the sun came back by the end of the day: the rest of the week SHOULD be good.
must be why i found myself standing next to jason stratham and his girlfriend rosie huntington-whiteley in bristol farms (an upmarket supermarket) where they were buying a mini BBQ.
i tried not to pay them too much attention but whenever i looked up, jason was giving me the evil eye.
we don't know each other: it wasn't personal.
unless he used to watch MMASM (like eminem)
as they left bristol farms, the lady cashier was laughing, 'it's always the same: so disappointing in person: he looks much bigger in films'
i think he's a great actor and a dude.
so what if his girlfriend's taller than him?
weird to be seeing/ to be with A-list celebrities going about their mundane business here.
but this is the town for it, innit.
having watched the great documnetary on ron galella on the way over, i had to fight the urge to pap them.
(un)amusingly the 'people' of the actor i'm shooting here in LA have blocked me from syndicating my pictures afterwards.
i'll only earn once, from the fee from the magazine.
if i papped the same actor getting his groceries i could earn over and over again: probably more than from my 'proper' arty and classy shoot.
is that right?
i felt sorry for jason and rosie actually: must be horrible to always be under scrutiny.
i left them alone: some other bastard earlier in the day, didn't.
dinner at bill and zeps.
jake kicked my butt at halo reach.
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