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I had an unproductive week, yet it was awesome. I managed to get one story published about Dia de Reyes after getting two rejections in a row. The stories that got rejected took me way longer to work on, the one that got published was an anecdote of how Mexican I am. I got paid way less than what I had planned, but somehow I manage to survive (late for rent again).
On Thursday I saw Star Wars with my roommate, his girlfriend, the Brownie Girl and my neighbor. We went to the VIP theater (tickets only $8). Those theaters are fucking awesome. You get a whole reclining couch, a table and a waiter. I bought a beer, a coke (for Brownie Girl) and large popcorn, it was only $9.
The movie was also way better than expected. I am not a huge Star Wars fan. The original trilogy I saw when I was way young and I didn’t care much about them. I know more about Star Wars through videogames and the Family Guy/Robot Chicken parodies (and Spaceballs). The other three I saw on the theaters and thought bleh of them.
On Friday the Mexican soccer league short tournament started. My team, Gallos Blancos de Queretaro, lost 1-3 and they started winning. This coupled with the news that nothing is going to happen with the girl I like threw me in a drunken manic depression. At least I got to eat at my favorite restaurant in Tijuana, Voodoo Stu’s. His fried chicken is the best chicken I ever had. I had two plates. And yes, people say I am gaining weight….
I had an impromptu Tijuana Adventure on Saturday when a friend told me he broke up with his girlfriend and wanted to go wild. We had one beer at Nelson’s Bar at 3 pm and then we headed down to Zona Norte debauchery. After eating tacos, I took a gamble and said fuck it, let’s try this shit strip club for cheap beers before the real action. The place was horrible as a fat stripper danced to a slow song, the waiter gave us 6 Tecates for $10. We drank the beers faster than frat boys when showing off.
I didn’t read any Star Wars spoilers, not even the cast. When Harrison Ford came on screen I was like, fuck yeah!!!! This is awesome. Chewie is also great. My roommate always says I look like a shaved wookie…
I saw other Star Wars people, but I don’t remember much except for Ford. I already posted about Natalie Portman and I am not going to waste my time with Hayden Christensen (I saw him a bunch because of Rachel Bilson).
Ford I saw once and I remember being nervous. The guy I worked with told me he could be weird though a total legend. He was actually very chill, but my frames were kinda shitty as I tried to keep my distance.
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I usually have a shitty time during New Year’s. Not this year. My brother hosted a dinner party in his house with food by his father-in-law, it was amazing. That party disheveled before midnight, which was excellent because I had planned to take pictures of the fireworks from my rooftop.
My neighbor, David, had a small party in his apartment. It was supposed to be pre-drinks and then an outing. The outing never came and I ended up crashing the party until past 4:00 a.m. Cool people, pretty girls, magnificent host, it was a great time.
The next day felt like a Sunday, though it was Friday. My friends/co-workers from the Reader rented a house in Playas de Tijuana, I crashed that party as well and offered touring them the next day. Not only did I crash it but invited my friend Pinche Paco, the girl I am in love with and her uncle. That party ended early and I slept at my parents.
The following day, again feeling like Sunday, early drinking ensued as I toured them around Playami. We followed the tour with craft beers, nachos and pizza in Plaza Fiesta. I ended that tour early as they wanted to Playas and simply crash. Before walking all the way home, I went for one last beer. I bumped into my neighbor with other girls at Border Psycho. I blinked my eyes and the night escalated quickly. I was suddenly in full party mode, taking tequila shots, walking from party to party.
I woke up on real Sunday, really hungover, really feeling like Sunday when I remembered I had a private Tijuana Adventure (this usually ends in strip clubs). Again drinking and partying for me, this time, getting paid to do so. I am not complaining, it’s just tiring. Nevertheless, it was fun times and I ended with more money in my wallet than the previous day.
Again, I woke up today with the feeling of a Sunday. The shitty weather outside wasn’t helping. I wasn’t very productive today, only thing I managed was to shower, reply to several emails and write this entry. As of now, I haven’t decided what celebrity I am posting. I am leaning towards Ashley Greene, Nikki Reed or Jamie Chung.
Ok Ok…. so a friend and fellow paparazzi, Ryan Fu, suggested Carrot Top. Of course I saw this bizarre excuse for a human. I barely have any memories of it, but I have a few frames that are horrible. I did not care much about taking his picture since I knew it wouldn’t sell (and if it did, maybe just for $10). So here are the pictures of Carrot Top (Scott Thompson), listing who else I saw that day. No disrespect to Carrot Top, but you are worthless and prop comedy is fucking shit. You were pretty good on the Trailer Park Boys movie though.
First time I saw him (according to my hard drive), was on February 4, 2009. That same day I saw Alessandra Ambrossio (who I should be posting pictures off instead), Elizabeth Hurley, Brooke Shields, Tim Matheson and a bunch of people from the then “new” Star Trek movie (including Zoe Saldana).
I was two days late on my blog. Not a good way to start the year. I also got rejected twice which I didn’t expect, at the same time got published and I didn’t expect that one to go through. I’m pretty broke right now, but it all points out that 2016 will be a way better year. I just need to FUCKING WORK. Sorry for being late (to myself, in you haven’t noticed, I talk to myself a lot in here. GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER MATINGAS).
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It’s been a confusing month.
It’s been a confusing year.
These are very confusing times.
It was only a couple of years back when Miley Cyrus, Selena Gomez, Justin Bieber and more where just little rich kids running around Hollywood and I was chasing behind them (weird…) Now they do crazy different shit and people hate them. I mean, they truly hate them. Without even knowing them or even coming close to them, they despise them. Then we all act surprised when a celebrity kills themselves. It seems like celebrity culture will never evolved since it happens to all idols through the decades.
“Celebrities! They are just like US! They kill themselvesl!” I wish US magazine had an honest headline from time to time. And I do not mean to disrespect Robin Williams, I am a huge fan of most of his work. Though I never saw him in person, I heard from fellow paparazzi that he was always nice, kinda weird, but super funny. But people think it’s funny to say things like “Wish it was Kim Kardashian that died instead of Robin Williams.” Fucking hipster hating culture saying shit for the sake of spewing words.
Robin Williams, thanks for Jumanji. That was the first movie I saw twice in the theaters in my life when I was 9.
I received plenty of hate on my direction. But not even 1% of the hate Justin Bieber receives on a daily basis. It was even a clue on Jeopardy “President Obama received over 1,000 signatures to deport this Canadian pop star” – who is Bieber. Is it seriously worth your time to hate someone? Can you just ignore him? If you are going to hate, leave it to the experts, because all of you are doing it wrong.
Bieber’s music is horrid. We can all agree on that (except teenage girls, but their opinions are meaningless). But to me, he was just some normal Canadian kid with luck playing a game that he doesn’t even understand. His bodyguards were dicks, the airport handlers were bitchy, but Bieber… he was just having fun. I saw him a few times and when I won the game, most the time he would just give up and let his picture get taken. Only once he was quicker than me, outran me and I couldn’t get a picture.
Because I know all of you wanted to see some Bieber pictures, here he is in all of his magnificent little lesbian kid like glory.
Pictures taken in 2010 and 2011. He is probably much more of a dick now… but seriously, what did you expect?!
Now me. The SanDiegoRed stopped publishing me because they could not afford outside writers anymore and at the same time the SDReader rejected a couple of my articles. Like everyone in the world at some point, I have felt like giving up. Just flush my dreams down the toilet and go back to slave work. But a friend asked me… “What do you think you will be doing next year?”
The future is highly volatile, but I do believe I will be doing what I am doing for the next couple of years. The real question is what am I doing? I decided to freelance everything I do, but I’ve only been writing, the rest of my jobs are basically on hold. As a writer I have leaped over a lot of steps, so it is time to ride on the comfortable position I am in and get side income.
Tijuana Adventure turns 1 year old at the end of August and that business venture has grown by itself. I’ve had a few tours through the year but not enough to really count it as a side income.Tijuana Adventure also has an Instagram account now and I’m changing the angle of the tours and the website in general. Event promoter, Caliblablabla, will be helping with some adventures.
Besides that, I need to get back to all other things I like to do, music and photography.
I will be offering music lessons and pursuing students again. Location, prices and schedules to be announced later. Hopefully, I’ll get more paid gigs in restaurants and/or weddings.
I will be needing a better camera than just my iPad mini for photography work, this will take more time but will get back to being the photographer I once was.
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Since I don’t have much to talk about… and I can’t decide what celebrity to post. I went back and looked at what I was doing exactly today but in 2010. The answer was, working at LAX. The celebrities were: Beyonce, Katherine McPhee, Kim Kardashian and Taylor Lautner.
n the same folder of this shoot, I have the back of Britney Spears’ head. So I guess Britney was snuck-in to her flight on the bottom floor while paparazzi were distracted with Taylor. I also saw the werewolf kid a bunch of times at LAX and in her home when he lived in Valencia, Ca.
Katherine McPhee was always a sweetheart. I saw her a bunch of times at LAX and once in the valley. This time, I barely got a picture of her and it’s not even sharp.
I saw Kim Kardashian (and her whole family) so many times at LAX. Kim is really photogenic and obviously really nice to the paparazzi. After all, it was the paps that made her who she is today. I have thousands of pictures of the Kardashian, I am sure I saw them more than once a week for like 3 years straight…
Beyonce is the worst diva in the world and not a nice person. Her ginormous bodyguard that looks like Charles Barkley’s twin brother is an aggressive motherfucker that fears no one. This was not the first time I saw Beyonce (and not the last) and she was always surrounded by bodyguards. I didn’t even get close to her and he pushed me away. I never got clear pictures since her group of assistants block you and stand on the way.
But of course, they didn’t know we were going to be waiting on the upstairs area with long lenses. They still hid a lot and it was around midnight so the pictures were no good. But hey, Beyonce! … right? I don’t really know any of her songs except Single Ladies…
So… 5 years ago I was going around through LAX getting celebrity pictures. Now 2015 is about to end and I am still in Tijuana, but things are for sure different than when I started. This city keeps getting better and better and I keep doing better for myself. Thanks to the Reader, my tours might become a popular thing and I am still getting published by them.
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Did you wake well rested, feeling vigorous and ready for the day? Then you are ready to celebrate Stay Home Because You’re Well Day. This day is celebrated annually on November 30.
This holiday has no agenda other than to spend a healthful day at home. What you do with it is up to you.
We do have some suggestions if you are having trouble deciding what to do.
- Catch up on some reading.
- Take a walk.
- Get started on your Christmas cards.
- Follow a toddler around all day. You do feel well, remember?
- Take a friend to lunch.
- Get your 2016 calendar up to date.
- Try a new recipe and make extra to share with someone who wasn’t feeling well today.
- Take a nap
- Plan your next vacation.
- Make a list of all your single friends and match them up as potential mates.
- Organize all those photos on your phone.
- Work on an art project.
- Clean out your closet and make a donation.
Credit: National Calendar
This day was created as a day to recall and note some of the totally and absolutely absurd things in history, in our country and in our lives
National Absurdity Day is also a day to have fun and do crazy, zany and absurd things. Everyone has an excuse today to let out the absurd antics that are hidden inside of them. You can do things that you have wanted to do that make absolutely no sense at all, and it will be okay because you will be celebrating National Absurdity Day.
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A week has passed and I have nothing to show for it. I didn’t get published even once. That is because I didn’t even write one single article. I told myself that during weekdays I had to work at least on one a day. This last week I only took pictures for two I had in mind but didn’t do any work there after. And it is not like I was out partying. I simply have been sleeping, eating, listening to music, netflix and cuddling with my cat. I left my apartment a couple of times just for food and a couple of beers. I did almost nothing productive. It’s too cold, I’ve been in hibernation mode.
Despite having many ideas, they all seem to come to a halt. Suddenly the whole world revolves around the terrorist attacks in Paris. People are quick to make their opinions and blast them in social media, most posts are about themselves. My favorite status that everyone is sharing lately is asking people why do they care so much about Paris and fail to share or grasp all the horrible occurrences that happen elsewhere in the world on a daily basis. I feel like I need to give them a simple reason why.
Because Westerners (especially middle class) relate to the people in France and not with war-torn nations. I am not saying that I believe that someone’s life is more valuable than another, I am just acknowledging that I can relate to them easier and it makes it much more scary. If you haven’t seen the graphic videos or photos, those were just people my age enjoying a rock concert. No one imagined the horrible shit that happened that night.
Compared the Paris situation to people in the Middle East who live this horror on a daily basis (and a lot of other countries as well). I am not saying just because they are in that shit situation that they should get used to it, but it sure is a different context. The attacks happened in Paris. I have never visited the city, but I imagine is like any other developed city in the world. A safe bubble where horrible shit is not supposed to happen. Of course it is way more relatable and shocking than to find out that some country you never heard off got bombed. Again, not justifying the bombing, just trying to explain why some news matter and others go unseen.
Also, it matters more because I know people from Paris, who have visited Paris and who currently live in Paris. Again, not saying that one life has more value than another, but to my relatable context, I care much more for the city of Paris and the country of France than any other in the Middle East. Not because I care less does it mean that they should bomb it to the ground, I am just more likely to not pay attention.
Anyway, here is Marion Cotillard. I remember seeing her more than twice and couldn’t only find this one set from July 13, 2010. I remember her not being that cool with the paparazzi, that that day, as soon as she got out of the car we started flashing her. Turns out, she checked in with her boyfriend and we had more than 20 minutes to shoot, which was good, cuz most of my flash photos were soft. Here is some frames out of a set of over 200 pictures.
And the obligatory TSA bullshit that no more than 3 oz of liquid can be in the same container. So tiny make-up and creams in a zip-lock and chug your motherfucker water cuz Marion Cotillard might be a terrorist.
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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.
Belgian made up some bullshit about celebrating our anniversary. It worked. We had a reservation for one of the shittier rooms in the hotel. The receptionist said we were in luck and upgraded us to a pool/ocean view room. We walked around and got to know the area while pretending to be vacationing and thus it was normal to have a huge ass professional camera with. Then we had a shitty dinner (most of the food in Hawaii was horrible) in the mall next to the hotel and went to bed early to get to the airport in the morning.
As we arrived to the airport, other paparazzi were already waiting for Lohan. “Welcome to Hawaii, nothing will ever be exclusive,” that’s how a local paparazzi greeted me. He was a dick and a dick that was also wrong. The set I later got was exclusive. No one got pictures of Lindsay arriving at the Oahu airport. She got snuck out. No one was able to follow.
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).
At first, there was no angle. Lohan was chilling underneath parasols. However, the addict that she is, she needed a cigarette. Hotel employees didn’t take long to tell her she could not smoke poolside, and was told to move to the garden. And that’s when it happened….
I radioed the Belgian guy and told him he missed her in the lobby. That I was already shooting. There I was. Hiding behind hotel curtains with a gigantic lens, shutter snapping away. I couldn’t believe how smooth everything was going. Pictures speak for themselves:
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.
There were way more shots, and we also missed two important shots. Most of the pictures from there on were taken by the Belgian as I worked as guard/cover for him. There are just pictures of her lounging around the hotel. Because we weren’t parked outside, we were unable to follow when she went to a shitty beach. The other shoot we missed because her flight was leaving at 1 pm. She left the hotel at noonish and we assumed she was going home. She wasn’t. She went surfing and missed the flight. Oops. The boss was mad. Even though I made him thousands of dollars on the previous days.
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Now, to ride the Michael J. Fox train and that today is the date on Back to The Future. I did see the Marty McFly once on December 12, 2009. I actually saw his whole family (the real one). They flew in to LAX to go to Disneyland or something like that. From what I remember, the family and himself were extremely nice to the few photographers that were there.
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