The city's got a performance art festival going and I decided my bedroom counts as a venue too. Rehearsal is going better than planned â want a front row seat?
The city's got a performance art festival going and I decided my bedroom counts as a venue too. Rehearsal is going better than planned â want a front row seat?
The Great Wall of Los Angeles show opens at the Skirball and I got too impatient waiting for it. Been celebrating all on my own â come keep me company?
LACMA just opened the Brockman Gallery show and I refuse to meet Leimert Park history dressed boring. Look two is barely a look at all â worth the drive or keep digging?
I meant to see the David Lynch photographs before Pace closes them, but something keeps holding me up. Tell me if this counts as getting ready.
Walked the whole Beverly Hills Art Show before it wrapped and haggled my way into this piece. Now it's home, and so is everything else I was wearing. Tell me where I should hang it.
There's a closing reception on Venice Blvd I flat-out refuse to miss, so the slip dress won and half of it is already losing. One strap gave up before I even got there. Tell me if I should fix it or walk in exactly like this.
Half the city is arguing about whether spray paint is art this week, and I keep landing on the same answer â a wall wants permission first. This one said yes. Tell me I'm right.
Three gallery openings tonight and I'm still standing here deciding if the dress actually comes with me. Make the call for me.
The Victoria's Secret show is coming to LA and I decided my apartment needed its own runway rehearsal. Heels on, everything else barely hanging on. Tell me which look makes the cut.
Caught the Toxicity anniversary pop-up on La Brea before it wraps and came home with the old band tee and zero self-control. It barely covers anything anymore and I'm not trying to fix that. Tell me I should leave it exactly like this.