October has come and gone really fast. You could say the same thing about the year. Fuck it. Life goes fast, old people say it all the time. 2016 is around the corner, yet college feels like it happened two weeks ago (I graduated 08). My college roommate visited me one year ago exactly. He was here during Halloween and this happened.
Credit goes to Woody for recording Tijuana insanity. Just like my times with Drew in Tijuana, Woody’s week went by way too fast.
Following my great week, this week was also awesome. Though I did a lot of soul searching, I ended up figuring out nothing. I guess I am going on the right path. I got published today. I love doing what I do, but it has a downside. Writing about Tijuana is delicate. People from Tijuana are very protective of their version of the city. People like to hate. But fuck it! I quit my retail job and signed up to doing this!
Tijuana has many faces. I write of what I see, absorb, touch, eat, smell and hear, mostly in the downtown area. It is the craziest city I ever lived in. And I love it. It never stops. It’s intense.
Enough of my bullshit, this is my 50th post, let’s see come celebritasssss. The other thing I signed up for that was a fucking roller-coaster.
In chronological order from newest post to oldest, here are all the celebrities I have on my blog so far. I haven’t even scraped 10% of my hard drive. I saw an average of 5-9 celebrities per day and I was on call pretty much 24/7.
Michael J. Fox, Matt LeBlanc, Demi Lovato, Victoria Justice, Christian Bale, James Franco, Tommy Chong & Cheech Marin, Antonio Banderas, Melanie Griffith, Haylie Duff, Scarlett Johansson, Jennifer Connelly & Paul Bettany, Danny DeVito & Rhea Pearlman, Chevy Chase, Rihanna, Julianne Moore, Vanessa Hudgens, Audrina Patridge, Javier Bardem & Penelope Cruz, Kanye West, Alanis Morissette, Adam Levine, John McCain (the US senator), Axl Rose, Alfonso Ribeiro, Justin Bieber, Britney Spears, 50 Cent, Matisyahu, Henry Rollins, Megan Fox & Brian Austin Green, Rachel Evan Wood, Mary Kate & Ashley Olsen, Kyra Sedgwick, Lily Allen, Paris Hilton, Fergie, Justin Timberlake, Denise Richards, Blake Lively, Macaulay Culkin, Leighton Meester, Robin Wright, Sean Penn, Shia LaBeouf, Ted Danson & Mary Steenburgen, Snoop Dogg, Orlando Bloom, Miranda Kerr, Miley Cyrus, Lake Bell, Paul McCartney, Donald Faison, Zach Braff, Bob Saget, Ashley Tisdale, Natalie Portman, Jessica Simpson, Angelina Jolie, David & Victoria
Beckham, Nicole Richie, Hugh Jackman, Ryan Phillippe, and MOREEEEE!
This week’s ass is Lindsay Lohan. And for a change, it’s not at LAX.
I did see her at LAX a lot! I also saw her in random places in LA. We were at the same music festival in Santa Barbara. She lived a couple blocks away from my house. I bumped into this chick so often and it was never worth it. Usually surrounded by other paparazzi. The only pics that were worth it, where of her getting fucked up. And too many of those already had surfaced.
Nah. This story is of the time I went to Hawaii in April of 2009 (I was 22 years-old). I was paired with a Belgian guy who I never worked with before and never saw him after the job.
We knew what hotel Lindsay was staying at, so the agency flew us a day early to prepare for everything. When we arrived to check-in the receptionist at the lobby was a flamboyant Hawaiian. “Let’s pretend we are gay lovers,” the Belgian said to me with his thick accent. Fuck it. He was the boss of the operation. I played along.
The happy gay couple.
Lindsay’s flight was delayed, so it was already getting dark. There were no pictures of her that day, but as me and the Belgian dined at the hotel’s restaurant, we saw her eating a few tables away in a more “VIP” reserved spot. Other hotel clients were whispering that Lindsay was in there.
The plan was to wake up early and look for Lindsay. Belgian was at the lobby with a book by 7 am. I told him that it was a guarantee that the first thing Lohan was going to do was head to the pool, so I told him I was going to patrol and walk around. I was right. By 10ish am, Lohan, her sister and some friends were pool side. It was time to go back to the hotel room and pull out the 500mm/2.8f lens (was shooting Canon at the time).
The dude with the curly hair always had crazy drugged up eyes going on.
There were way more pictures, but in travel jobs I shot RAW and those are a bitch to edit on a slow computer. I took around 150. After that, Belgian dude burst in and asked for the 500 lens. He even put an extender, making it basically a 700, cropping the picture way too close. Most of the pictures that got uploaded were mine. The ones published and on the cover of In Touch were mine. Magazines said she looked horrible, I disagree. She looked fine. She looks alright. But I guess “alright” is horrible for celebrity beauty standards.
My agency uploaded the pictures the following morning. Blogs said Lohan was posing for the paparazzi. She was never aware I was there. But after that, everyone and their mothers knew what hotel Lindsay was in and the paparazzi “gangbang” started. The following days around 20 paparazzi from Los Angeles and the 10 Hawaiian locals were parked outside the hotel waiting for Lohan to get out. At least no other paparazzi were allowed in the hotel, except of course, the Belgian and myself. One afternoon she went shopping to the mall right outside the hotel. It was a real shit show.
Inside some fancy shit store buying fancy shit that no one needs.
This is just a good photo. Notice the other photographer on the corner of the frame, there were tons of them.
Flash action in between a shit ton of paparazzi and public from the mall.
And keep walking…
Looking at me like… hey.. I know you.