gush shalom los angeles prada
evander reeves one day in 2007 explained to me
regarding ART SALES at Christie's that i do not come from a good family
i asked if he came from a good family
he indicated medium
his father is an american born paris art lawyer with a focus on asian art.
he was packing up to desert Los Angeles and leaving me his french books and all the wonderful perfumed soaps his artist mother had collected from l'occitane and savon de marseilles.
he was the fortune that comes with working in beverly hills.
as i took the bus one day
i was deeply engaged in reading my book in german on the scandinavian dark metal scene.
he noticed me mouthing the german with my lips and began speaking to me with his confusing scottish brogue and french accent hybrid.
i missed my stop, and when we got out together at the intersection of santa monica and wilshire, he gave me his card.
i met many interesting people in beverly hills.
for instance
stephen schwartz the defense attorney with whom i sat in on the preparation of a NOT GUILTY BY REASON OF INSANITY defense for a baseball bat murder and the defense of an innocent passenger of a car involved in a DRIVE BY SHOOTING.
in beverly hills i met shay raviv, an electronic music guru from Tel Aviv who now does film scoring in addition to his ongoing Violet Vision project.
i am fairly obsessed with him, as some spiritual kindred.
last time i saw him, i burst out crying.
it wasnt feelings of greed or jealous love. i was just so happy to see his kabbalah books next to my father's poetry, on a shelf, in los angeles, and see someone, who wasnt dead yet, with whom i had spent quiet time, being a human.
for some reason during the BP Oil spill i became obsessed with Star of David and C'hais and Hamsa. and shay was no where to be seen.
it turned out he was in Israel.
when he got back, i said, glad you are alive. he said me too.
the gaza flotilla thing had happened in his absence.
i remember texting nick maybury about the killing of the humanitarians.
one day in beverly hills i saw larry king walking down the street. rodeo, that is.
i met ralph fiennes, of the english patient.
kirsten dunst.
nothing really floored me but the prada shoes 2008, released september 2007.
they were worth seeing:
that and the books at taschen, the poor man's phaidonregarding ART SALES at Christie's that i do not come from a good family
i asked if he came from a good family
he indicated medium
his father is an american born paris art lawyer with a focus on asian art.
he was packing up to desert Los Angeles and leaving me his french books and all the wonderful perfumed soaps his artist mother had collected from l'occitane and savon de marseilles.
he was the fortune that comes with working in beverly hills.
as i took the bus one day
i was deeply engaged in reading my book in german on the scandinavian dark metal scene.
he noticed me mouthing the german with my lips and began speaking to me with his confusing scottish brogue and french accent hybrid.
i missed my stop, and when we got out together at the intersection of santa monica and wilshire, he gave me his card.
i met many interesting people in beverly hills.
for instance
stephen schwartz the defense attorney with whom i sat in on the preparation of a NOT GUILTY BY REASON OF INSANITY defense for a baseball bat murder and the defense of an innocent passenger of a car involved in a DRIVE BY SHOOTING.
in beverly hills i met shay raviv, an electronic music guru from Tel Aviv who now does film scoring in addition to his ongoing Violet Vision project.
i am fairly obsessed with him, as some spiritual kindred.
last time i saw him, i burst out crying.
it wasnt feelings of greed or jealous love. i was just so happy to see his kabbalah books next to my father's poetry, on a shelf, in los angeles, and see someone, who wasnt dead yet, with whom i had spent quiet time, being a human.
for some reason during the BP Oil spill i became obsessed with Star of David and C'hais and Hamsa. and shay was no where to be seen.
it turned out he was in Israel.
when he got back, i said, glad you are alive. he said me too.
the gaza flotilla thing had happened in his absence.
i remember texting nick maybury about the killing of the humanitarians.
one day in beverly hills i saw larry king walking down the street. rodeo, that is.
i met ralph fiennes, of the english patient.
kirsten dunst.
nothing really floored me but the prada shoes 2008, released september 2007.
they were worth seeing:
of joseph beuys and ugly art
braingarbage
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