Can't you see we're about that life.

After living in Los Angeles for a few years, Daphne found herself still loving everything about the party scene. The social scene and nightlife in LA conjured up feelings of liberation from the disciplined lifestyle she led most of the time. When she was out on the town, she was in her ELEMENT. She was as free and felt VIP.

Going out in LA, you're bound to end up partying with A-list celebs who give you even more validation to make bad decision if they're doing it too.
Daphne was at a party, 
where rapper Juicy J performed in the club.
Miley Cyrus was in the club and went on stage to do her thing.
She danced for the crowd and then tore it up with her now infamous TWERK dance.

She has twerked in a video wearing an animal costume the video went viral.
People like it, they don't even poke fun. It's become a phenomenon for her and shed more public attention on her. That's how it goes in LA... anything goes.

However, I wonder why she was so lucky? Is she aware of what she looks like? To pull out a unicorn or goat outfit and shake your junk frivolously for the camera and you reignite yourself to attain more fame. Was it a goat, was it a unicorn... no one know. But it was absurd.
People just love to party and enjoy life no matter how outlandish it may be. I mean she was dressed as a fucking unicorn!

Only in LA. 

Daphne got home around 6am and made her own twerk video.

Coup de Foudre

He graciously escorted her inside the GRAND hotel and into the crowded restaurant, immediately seating her down at their table.
Daphne was quiet and reserved, she was nervous for what may come of this impulsive spontaneity to be here, with him.
She was intently focusing in on her surroundings.

There was something about the lighting, the artwork, the dark oak finishes, the velvet chairs, the aged wine, the fine china, the crisp linens and his burning radiating passion he exuded that was overwhelming to her, and it could not be replicated. There was an aura to him, and to this night they were sharing tonight.
Cartier, Coco Chanel, Caviar; all igniting, all exciting. COUP DE FOUDRE.
Only in Los Angeles.
It was in that moment, that space and that time, where she knew could not be recreated by anyone.
This electricity could not be duplicated, manipulated or exploited.
Modern Culture, technology, capitalism or mechanical reproduction had no way to tamper with this relationship they were creating.
An everlasting moment.
J'adore forevermore. 

He handed Daphne an envelope.
Enclosed was a postcard of a map, directing her where to meet him tomorrow.
She would have to find him tomorrow.

Suddenly I Find Myself Reminiscing...

Suddenly I find myself reminiscing about this trip.

Only in my mind does it exist. I went there all the time, whenever I could creep away from reality.

Beyond OBSESSED. I was compelled by it all, and wanted to share this world while keeping it secret all at the same time. I cherished this place and I revered it for it's lack of tangibility.
Hard to interpret. 
Lost in translation of time and space and matter. Where it all began may have been when I was a child, or maybe in another lifetime; Manifesto du Surrialisme.
It was real for me though, an experience of sorts I could relive the theatrical nonsense and beauty and HOPE.
"Without a moments hesitation I spoke to this... man."
Looking closely at his eyes, a revolution to the mind, he was dazzling.
He brought out my feminine element, only in my mind, on on this trip.
A Surrealist Romance, one like Nadja.
Neither here nor there, dream-like, and ideally beautiful. 



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