If you live in my neighborhood, then you definitely know it’s Oscar week. I live an arms length from the Kodak theater where the award show is held and red carpet is held. Now this red carpet might look and smell like the Oscars in Hollywood.
Because there is paparazzi
And fancy douchebag cars.
There is even a big sign in lights.
And gold statues of men that look like Oscar. Could that be China Chow?
But it’s not Oscar. It is a statue of Terry Richardson.
Tonight Terry Richardson launched his photography exhibit of his interpretation of Hollywood.
And maybe not the best, but the most famous wardrobe stylist we all know.
The energy always comes from the artists. Never the actors.
There even is a Whitney tribute.
No No!!!! that’s not me.
This is me with (temporary) straight hair. I also wore red lipstick for the first time this century. All this confused Terry for a minute until he suddenly remembered our first picture together in South Beach.
Faces from the past. You may recognize friend Yohanna as Anthony Kiedis ex. She never told me why she brought the dog and I didn’t want to ask.
Faces that I thought I recognized.
And seem familiar.
I have always been a Coke fan, but tonight I think I might drink Pepsi.
She must be on her instagram with a smirk like that.
Hollywood always has blonde bombshells – so Terry did too.
This is the X rated part.
With naked girls
And the king of porn.
The dark diva.
But they saw their people inside.