Los Angeles 1, Pike/Pine 0
I'm back from LA, but I'm sorry to report that I've returned photo-less after my two days there. I spent some time on Saturday around Silver Lake, but when I finally came across two photo-worthy men and asked whether I could photograph them, they declined in an almost comically skeptical manner (only my fourth decline yet since starting this blog, and certainly the least pleasant). It felt like a scene out of Annie Hall, and was a little disheartening. Maybe in the land of paparazzi, everyone with a camera is suspect.
On the bright side, I had an excellent dinner at Katsu-Ya that included a surreally delicious baked crab roll wrapped in soy paper:
On the bright side, I had an excellent dinner at Katsu-Ya that included a surreally delicious baked crab roll wrapped in soy paper:
posted by jasmine at 10:53 PM
5 Comments:
People can be strange.
The food looks delicious!
that is so disappointing. people should realize it's a compliment to have their photos taken. i get it occasionally as well. it was particularly cruel in london :/
Hi taylor - That's dismaying to hear about London. I've been lucky so far that people have been, by & large, incredibly nice when I've approached them; it's probably one of the best things about shooting in Seattle that people are just nice here. But I guess I can't assume that'll be the case everywhere else. :(
Only the desperate and pathetic want their pictures taken here in LA. And when a non-celeb photo ends up on a fashion blog, inevitably, the comments are clueless and cruel. I'm not saying your blog is like that, but there was no way for them to know what your intentions were. I bet if you had been introduced to them by mutual friends they would have gone for it. It's easier to say no to a stranger.
Hi anon. - that is true; LA doesn't get as friendly a welcome in the fashion blogosphere, it seems, as other cities. i was definitely disappointed i didn't get a chance to help disprove the stereotypes, although my trip was otherwise the funnest i've had there so far. guess there's always next time.
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