Living in Century City

:' O... (extremely sad, crying, balling, out of breathe, [not whining], sad face)

As you can tell by the look of my colon, apostrophe, capital O, dot, dot, dot, face, I am super duper disappointed on the quality of my portrait oriented pictures. Although I have done one thing differently in my usual uploading and posting process, which is probably the reason for the poor quality, I am lacking the motivation at the moment to go back and repeat the very long, meticulous upload and posting routine again... Now that you're wondering why you wasted about thirty seconds of your long, virtuous, life reading my run-on sentences (I hope you read faster than that) I'll just bring you to the point of this literature before you die of boredom. The portrait style pictures suck, I'm too lazy to fix them. If you think I'm lazy, you're right, if you think I'm a bad person, I don't really care. Enjoy.















Mr. Schwab's lawn




Me
[Camera almost fell 25 feet into traffic. good thing it didnt!]






Like this feeling...






I love the vibe the clean, frameless, glass windows give off. The dark celling and floor. The calm, cool, blue light piercing the window and reflecting off the floor. The low desk. The high celling. All would give me a very luxurious, roomy feeling (had i been in that lobby). As would the windows, enchant me with a feeling of seclusion, and protection. A boarder between the clean, peaceful, relaxing, safe, serenity of the "lobby" (laugh). Protection from the outside world. My escape. I love this architecture and design so much, I think I'll incorporate it into my future house Although, I would add some sort of soft, running water, that also sits. Sits in a shallow pool, not even an inch deep, on black tile, maybe granite, with a little bamboo or banzai trees, maybe not bamboo, but definitively accents of stainless steel, and fine wood. Love the spacious feeling.




A beautiful courtyard, apparently restricted to the public.

I walked into the courtyard, passing three squad cars (LAPD), (filming on Constellation Boulevard) and a few security guards at the entrance with my camera (which was very indiscreetly displayed), completely ignored by the authorities, whom failed to explain that the courtyard is "private property; trespassing and photography is strictly prohibited." After about 20 minutes of "Expressing, Feeling, and Repeating," and vice, versa, vice, (laugh) two security guards, about 6'4" 190lbs. stepped out of a door close to their security desk, eating doughnuts, watching the laker game, walked out (slowly), with a "don't mess with me I'm security, I don't want to tell you to not get out of here because my boss is telling me to, and if I don't I'll get fired, and I'll have to look for another job, again, not that that's my job, but I'm missing the Laker game, and if you do not comply I'll tell those cops over there to deal with you" "type look on their face," and explained the rules of the private property and asked me to leave (crumbs on they're suits and all, constantly trying to look back at the score). Oh well, got some pictures... should have brought my press pass... [laughs]