Named after my graphic pens of choice and a very small unit of measure, this was a stray 10 month chihuahua mix brought to the West LA shelter a week ago. Now she is mine, sleeping after being spayed. I hope that, if Moo ever returns, they become the best of friends.
The text and photo are by the Lou O’ Bedlam whom I accidentally kidnapped yesterday for a day of shooting, new dog adoption and adrenaline junkie talk. His prose is fresh and it’s early and I have to get myself caffeinated and out the door so here is his text below. — I spent the majority of yesterday with Zoetica Ebb, techno-renaissance internet goddess extraordinaire . First at the animal shelter, as we entered into a surprise silent auction for …
For the past year or so I’ve been professionally photographing naked ladies. It’s been a rewarding adventure – I’ve learned my way around the girl geometry and can now capture its best assets with laser precision. My subjects have been nymphets, goddesses, warriors. However, sometimes, they’re just filthy harpies.
Snapped at The Edison last week. One of the best aerialists I’ve seen; she spun, danced, convulsed with the determination of a thousand furies.
Kris Krug was here from Vancouver – on Friday we managed to sneak a mini-shoot at a nearby café, possibly for a new edition of Zo! Style Techinican. Can’t wait to see the rest, especially considering he shot mostly film – a rarity these days. Clavicles.
The wind is making me uneasy again. It’s not anything specific so much as a general sense of unrest. A hyper-awareness, sensitivity verging on anxiety. It’s not the accident, either – this actually started weeks prior. Something’s brewing, bubbling to the surface. The wind tastes like smoke, jasmine and electricity.
This was taken on the last day I saw Moo – last Sunday, just over one week ago. All the leads I thought I had turned into dead ends. At this point I’m exhausted and at a complete loss as to what is next. Checking shelters? I’m doing that. Maybe bigger posters? A couple of people suggested I contact local TV. Since I don’t watch TV I’m not sure who/what/where that might be. Anyone care to point me in the …
Meanwhile, the search for Moo continues. Visited two major shelters today with no luck. Even more convinced someone has and decided to keep her. LA residents, please, please keep your eyes peeled for my Moozer, perhaps in company of someone who is not me. Last night was incredibly horrible, by the way. Let me preface the saga with letting you know that I was fairly certain they were fucking with me. But with no other leads to follow I couldn’t …
Please help! If you will be in or near Hollywood, put up posters for my lost dog Moo http://media.neoglam.com/moo-poster.pdf #
As some of you have heard by now, Daniel and I were in a very bad car wreck on Sunday night. A van ran a stop sign and totaled D’s car as a result. Moo was in the car and was left miraculously unharmed, but ran away from the scene, terrified. More details here. She has no microchip nor tags on her. We’ve been checking shelter websites and posting fliers all over the neighborhood but it’s not enough – the …
It’s just a contusion and a few bruises. I’ll explain later.
I’m back! In full effect, even. Only on Coilhouse.
Here are some examples of what I stuff my face with on a good day. Breakfast = A fruit smoothie. Today’s was bananas, strawberries, enhanced soy milk and honey. Not shown: coffee. Lunch = Carrots to be eaten separately, almonds to be mixed into the cale+purple cabbage+honey+peanut dressing salad.