I don’t have anything exciting to write about. A lot of little stories, but — nothing that’s jumping out to me.
Do I write about how I got trapped inside Kelsey Grammer’s Bel Air mansion gate? (No, it’s not fun because I got out eventually.) Or how my roommates got me all hopped up on Mario Kart (the second time in my life that I’ve binged on the *one* video game I will ever want to play). OR, I could blab on again about how hard LA is, or how I haven’t had any auditions, or how there are a couple cool things in the works and how I’m making my OWN projects happen, and how I’m in the market for a large piece of green fabric to use as a background for a sketch I wrote, self-reflection, should I meditate?, juice cleanse, sunshine, traffic…
Snooze. Everyone’s doing that.
Maybe I’ll post a picture of a macaron. So I can get 5 million hits on my blog just because I like, LIKE-like, what we all like! #MACARONBITCH
So, here’s something else. My
obsession with taking photos of mannequins. I drive around Beverly Hills almost every nite. And after all the store lights are down, and the fashionistas have gone home (or out to fancy restaurants with their sugar daddies because they’re tie-tie from shopping all day at GucciPradaVenetta), the window dressings are left alone, arranged in the dim evening lights, in their haute couture, looking out. Silently speaking to me.
I post these on Instagram. (Mom: download the Instagram app on your phone and look for user: ilikelauren. That’s me.)
This is jeweler Van Cleef and Arpels. Now, you can buy bejeweled ballerinas, inspired by a collaboration with dancer Benjamin Millepied (Natalie Portman’s hubby/babydaddy/professional dancer/choreographer — ok, yeah – we get it, Benjamin. You can do everything).
Neiman Marcus. They were doing a thing with dogs.
Frederick’s of Hollywood. You don’t have to be smart if you look hot in a bikini. Am I right or am I right.
I can’t remember who’s window this is… LOFT, Beverly Hills.My favorite Foreign Soap Opera Bridal Boutique. Next time, on “Shadows of Russia”…
Saks Fifth Avenue. On not-Fifth-Avenue.And finally, Agent Provocateur. It’s so nice to see mannequins that look (and feel) like real women. I mean feelings-feel…And that about wraps it up for today.