Sábado Gigante

I won't waste your time with my lollygagging, so here's my first-ever attempt: Asian Professional Exchange (APEX) Career Symposium at the Wilshire Grand; JL Marks, Balthaczar, and Joyrich SS11 at the Sunset Gower Studios; and Sigma informals after party. I'm always killing two birds with one stone at all costs to save time. A multipurpose event is like double entendre.

Cheche, get the yayo

Cal State Long Beach

Perrier in between talks (Read here)

Design transcends communication (Read here)

F, NO!

Fashion's Night Out Los Angeles, Calif.

Unsweet victory! The Beverly Center and Melrose didn't have much to show or give, I tell ya! These male flingers definitely deterred us from getting the cotton candy at Chinese Laundry on time. The vendor pulled out [of the store] right when we turned around.

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust

Downtown L.A., Calif.

If you like nothing but heat, dust and lines, then FYF Fest aka Summer Hipster Minor Concentration Camp is definitely for you. It's like Coachella preparatory school.

Besides seeing many familiar faces, I'm sure many bad trippers thought I was the crimson devil. I guess hipsters don't like to dabble in red. I did see Sonic the Hedgehog running around after rings, though!

After Local Natives ended their set with "Airplanes," "Who Knows, Who Cares" and "Sun Hands," I was good to go. I got lost for a while, but thank goodness I was adopted.

The sky should read, "Relive sh1t" for next year's FYF Fest

Being stoop kid

The "BuuUuh" part in "Airplanes"

Coachella

C-r-a-f-t spells.

The topless Asian boy who took this was drunk and not associated with any of us.

Apocalypse now!

Render and round em up

Underprivileged kids say the darnest things!

Vanguard, Hollywood, Calif.

A meet and greet, cept no one wanted to meet me

Oh, the irony

Skull and bones, thugs and harmony

Just like Disneyland!

"What channel is this going to be on?" / "Do you have a mirror?" said the boy.

Guess?

Scratch

The talking heads

Honest Tea

"That's disgusting!" said the kids. "You don't look too good," said the tweens.

This kid is not possessed or on any meds.

Barbie Q

Three consecutive days of partying and a holy volunteer event the last four days concluded my overall mania-induced summer vacation. Here's what I posted on the DM blog, and of course, it's pretty droll and censored:

Presented by All Points Worldwide in association with Barracuda Hair and After-School All-Stars, the first annual KOOL KIDS Back to School Fair took place Sunday in Hollywood to provide services for hundreds of local underprivileged kids in grades 5-9.

The services included gift-giving, DJ lessons, nutritional foods, sports activities, manicures, haircuts, picture-taking, a magic show and more from sponsors who included Creative Recreation, Dim Mak, Honest Tea, Nicole by OPI, Scion, Sensible Portions and other companies.

At the Dim Mak booth, the kids were given a lesson on the history of the record label and instructed how to scratch by DJ Hyphy Crunk, DJ Dan Oh and DJ Metric. Afterwards, everyone was free to warm up to some tunes and participate in the dance contest to showcase their talents and win some prizes — but mainly, they won over our hearts.

Overall, the kids got the material they needed to be prepared for the new school year, whether it be with their school supplies or a boost in their confidence. The message was clear because they transformed from cheerful kids to gracious and delighted students geared up for the classroom.

Even though the event was small, it was created by people with big hearts, and thus really made a lasting impression on the children. I can even see some becoming a Kid Millionaire themselves in the near future!

For more photos, click here.

Cash in on fash-in

I heard alotta Girls.

Embellishments to embezzle.

I wood buy.

Hand-dyed, RIP

Today I took a 5AM jog in desperation of curing a sleepless night. Too late, because I found myself driving to WeHo by 8:45AM. I already sweat my balls off while standing, so I pretty much died today while setting up and packing up all my merch and equipment by myself in the sun-kissing-and-raping rays. As a first-time and last minute seller at Space 15 twenty, I didn't make as much as I wanted, but I made great pals and potential customers for the seven hours spent there. Never depend on anyone, only Depends. In order to fill my bank account, my melted self proceeded to Wasteland and made the most sales ever at $109.20! Thank you buddy, who looks like a milder John Galliano.

A few happy customers.

Mockery, tar and feather ye!

Adam Weiss is the PIC in the pic

K-the-i??? shrieked, "Hey, it's you!" and pointed at me like I'm T-M-Z

Hurrah Sirah, the birthday girl

Check out the hooded chick's eyeball, hubba hubba!

L.A. is so dangerous that Villaraigosa had bunkers constructed

Some people will never get the concept because it takes more than just understanding at times. Before these people's minds can even process a single thought, their thick faces and sordid tongues will present nothing but critical and dysfunctional output. Sorry, this isn't equivalent to critical acclaim; it's being a pretentious have-not who denies his origins of chimp-pansy. (I should ground myself and stop uddering these puns.) In general, some people are born to be instantly part of the general public, and sadly they're always in the way like Waldo's groupies.

It's up to you weed out the dullards from the enriched, unless you accept everything with open arms because you're so above it all!

With that being said, Hipsters Who Love Hip Hop is in no way, self-destructive like its name because it's such an intimate and interactive event. I went for the first time and was welcomed with nothing but what the Jewish like to call kosher.

I remember reading these names and painstakingly laughing: Dr. Dreidel, Jerusalem Da Damaja, Ko$ha, Jewpac.