Because the recession hasn't affected people's advertising budgets as much as you'd have thought, Scion flew me half way around the world to attend the opening of the Los Angeles Vice Photo Issue 2009 exhibition. Yay!
The obligatory plane window shot. British Airways has the WORST in flight entertainment. I looked on my camera once I arrived at the hotel and I'd taken 220 pictures out of the window.
Me and (Vice photographer) Maggie Lee don't get to stay in hotels too often (i.e. never). First order of business upon arrival: buying Hidden Valley Ranch dressing and Miller High Life. Yummmmmmmm.
The hotel (like everything in LA) had a rich showbiz history. It used to be owned by Charlie Chaplin before he lost it in a card game to John Wayne. It was also where everybody stayed during the filming of Wizard of Oz. Apparently the munchkins slept three to a bed horizontally.
Speaking of showbiz, this is Maggie Lee taking a picture of the house that where Drew Barrymore's character lived in the Charlie's Angels remake!
And at the graffiti wall, she took pics of things you can grind on in the Venice Beach level of Tony Hawk's Pro Skater 2! The glamour!!!
Ewww!
Because of the time difference, I spent a lot of time waking up five hours before everyone else and wandering around in the big park by the hotel.
WTF is a "wheelchair enthusiast"?
I'm not really sure why this wall exists. I spent a good hour thinking about it. Any ideas?
The weird thing about LA is that it can morph from the ritziest neighbourhood in the world into a ghetto in the space of one block.
Maggie's entire family flew out for the opening. Hey guys!!
This was in a Casablanca-themed restaurant that sold, um, Mexican food.
This is a very, very tiny sculpture of Goofy. He's standing on the head of a pin. Crazy!
One of the great things about LA is all of the spare time you get while driving at two miles an hour down gridlocked freeways. If you're efficient like me, you'll find ways of using it constructively.
This was by the hotel. If you were the Office of Child Development, why oh why would you use an acronym as your name?
This is at the opening. Being socially retarded, it was one of the scariest experiences of my life. I spent most of it hiding out back with a Photo Issue over my face. I only took, like, four photos.
I did, however, venture inside to get Cobrasnaked (barf!). Does anybody else get the impression that this guy might be involved in some kind of evil hipster version of the Never Been Kissed plot? I looked on his Wikipedia and it says he was born in 1986! I don't buy it. I bet he gets home from parties, trend analyses the pictures and sells them to McDonald's and Nike and George W. Bush. Or something.
At some point during the after party, I discovered that my camera has some crazy mode on it that turns everyone into zombies.
I have maybe 200 pictures that look like this. Scary!
Then me and the zombies went and got burgers.
Blade was there too. The end. PS. Thanks Scion!

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The hotel (like everything in LA) had a rich showbiz history. It used to be owned by Charlie Chaplin before he lost it in a card game to John Wayne. It was also where everybody stayed during the filming of Wizard of Oz. Apparently the munchkins slept three to a bed horizontally.


And at the graffiti wall, she took pics of things you can grind on in the Venice Beach level of Tony Hawk's Pro Skater 2! The glamour!!!





The weird thing about LA is that it can morph from the ritziest neighbourhood in the world into a ghetto in the space of one block.

Maggie's entire family flew out for the opening. Hey guys!!

This was in a Casablanca-themed restaurant that sold, um, Mexican food.

This is a very, very tiny sculpture of Goofy. He's standing on the head of a pin. Crazy!

One of the great things about LA is all of the spare time you get while driving at two miles an hour down gridlocked freeways. If you're efficient like me, you'll find ways of using it constructively.
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This was by the hotel. If you were the Office of Child Development, why oh why would you use an acronym as your name?

This is at the opening. Being socially retarded, it was one of the scariest experiences of my life. I spent most of it hiding out back with a Photo Issue over my face. I only took, like, four photos.

I did, however, venture inside to get Cobrasnaked (barf!). Does anybody else get the impression that this guy might be involved in some kind of evil hipster version of the Never Been Kissed plot? I looked on his Wikipedia and it says he was born in 1986! I don't buy it. I bet he gets home from parties, trend analyses the pictures and sells them to McDonald's and Nike and George W. Bush. Or something.




