I don’t feel like working – I used to be the LAX King – Rihanna

I have work piled up.

I have so much writing to do.

And I just don’t feel like doing it.

I need to do it all soon, or else I’ll starve to death, yet inspiration doesn’t even come to me to write a shitty blog post. I have a lot of mixed thoughts and feelings about every thing that I am doing. I get depressed if I don’t get published, I get depressed if I get published, I don’t really get myself. Got published twice in a row on the Reader, one story about the Ladies and Gentlemen of Ensenada humiliating a homeless man and the other about awesome hot dogs in downtown Tijuana, Humo!
I am still not used to being a published writer, though I am going on two years with the Reader and more as a general writer. I still feel weird about it, that I decided to spend the whole weekend in my apartment drinking craft beer since wake up time and avoid all responsibilities and thoughts in the matter. Again I didn’t post on my blog on a Monday like I said I would.

At the time I started writing this, I still haven’t decided what celebrity to post about. I want to keep going with all my crushes and obviously the girls from Victoria Secret are an easy choice. I already posted about Miranda Kerr, who besides being a stunning beauty, is also a very awesome person to photograph. I want to post about Alessandra Ambrosio, who is probably one of the prettiest people I have ever seen in person, but I have so many pictures of her, and I already said it plenty on this post, I have no desire to work!

Instead, I’ll talk about Ri-Ri. I have never heard a song by Rihanna, at least not consciously. I know that at malls, or the radio, or at shit clubs I have heard her songs at some point in my life, but I couldn’t name you a song by her. Before she became the most sought after person to take a picture off because of Chris Brown’s beating, I saw her once and she pulled some silly stunt move. After the beat up, she disappeared from all public view, until one of my partners at the agency got a picture of her vacationing in Mexico. He worked insanely hard for that picture, ultra spy-like sneakiness hiding in bushes for hours with a huge lens for the tiny window of 10 seconds to get a pic. The money was probably worth it.

After that, Ri-Ri was still really hard to photograph, but I got a picture of her smiling at the camera sipping coconut juice that made it to a lot of places. Anyway, time to dig up my hard drive and look at the pics of Ri-Ri who I never really found attractive…

Great… I chose Ri-Ri because I have memories of two really interesting sets. But now that I went through my hard drive and chose the best pictures of her, I realized I saw her way more than I thought.

The first time I ever saw her was early on my pap life, like after 5 months of doing the job on October 5, 2009. I thought it was hilarious, because she paid $100 to each of the bag handlers from the outside to carry these huge white cardboard things to block the “paparazzo” that was waiting for her. The paparazzo was my partner and the guys that got paid $100 each were our friends… As you can see from the pictures, it was fruitless. The guy I was working with distracted the guys that were supposed to be blocking (and still got pictures) while I basically just sat at departures and waited for her come to me (where the bag handlers couldn’t really be up anymore and where you simply can’t just block the view because you feel like it).  The TSA dude gave me a perfect behind the shoulder.

After that, my hard drive indicated me that I saw her again on April 12, 2009. It was a horrible shoot. I was the full time LAX photographer for my agency at the time, but the pics were after the beating (and after the ones that the other guy got in Mexico). They sent more than 8 photographers for the job + me as the LAX expert. I remember I was working on another set in a different terminal (I believe terminal 4) and had to run all the way to terminal 1 to help out with the shoot. They didn’t even use my pictures and Ri-Ri just seemed pissed that there were so many photographers waiting for her. The agency tried to sell the pics extremely expensive that they ended up not selling well at all.

I saw her on December 21, 2009 after I switched agencies, but I also have little memory of this shoot. I was probably surrounded by other photographers.
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The next shoot that happen on January 3rd, 2010, I remember perfectly. My new agency wanted me to be at LAX at 9:00 am everyday regardless if I had a list or not. I lived all the way in West Hollywood and to be honest, I got lazy and wouldn’t show up until I had my list. This particular morning, my boss called me and yelled at me hastily asking me where I was at. He yelled at me for not being at LAX when I was supposed to and told me to get there as fast as I can because there was a very important departure and stuttered with the name. I WAS BARELY waking up. I barely washed my face, grabbed my cameras, jumped in my car and drove to LAX as fast as possible and probably broke a record, making it in less than 20 minutes through Los Angeles traffic.

I parked at terminal 7, jumped out of my car and started running towards first class. Before getting to first class, a friend of mine who worked at the airport told me to not go to first class, that Rihanna was supposed to come through any minute. I turned around and a limousine was pulling up to the curb. MONEY SHOT! Rihanna comes out and she is acting awesome towards me (the only photographer in the scene). I got great pictures that she even gave me a flirtatious smile. After I was done with the shoot my boss called me to yell at me for not being at LAX when I told him I just got Rihanna (realizing that’s what the original tip he was trying to tell me).

He was dumbfounded that I made it on time and that I got great pictures. Later on he yelled at me for not realizing that Matt Kemp was in the pictures with her (like I fucking know who that dude is!) Turns out it was her new boyfriend and a baseball player for the Dodgers. The coconut water brand that she was drinking also made it big after that picture, celebrities and people started drinking that shit like if it was water from the fountain of youth. This was my best moment with Ri-Ri.

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Check out at that cute smile looking directly at me. This was angle was also a trick on terminal 7 that only myself and my best friend knew about, we were the fucking LAX kings.

These other shoot was on March 6th, 2010. She was coming from London and when that happens everyone fucking knows what flight a celebrity is going to be on (someone sees her at London and tweets about it, after that the information is not that hard to find). They did this trick where instead going the usual way, they took an immediate right, fucking over tons of the paparazzi that were present. Knowing the airport so well, I knew what to do and instead of going on with the gangbang of photographers flashing the shit out of her, I took my distance and got the long lens. Openings were very few, but they happened and I got great pics.
  Every person in that frame is a photographer gangbanging on Ri-Ri except that douchebag bodyguard that kept ruining pictures instead of just doing his job. I saw her again on June 20th, 2010 but do not have any memories of this shoot. I believe I was alone and nothing exciting happened.

The last time I saw her that I have registered was at night on November 17th, 2010. Also no memory of shooting this set, I believe there were a few other photographers there. I know my settings were messed up since most of the pics turned out blurry.

And now that I am done writing about my fun past, I have to look at the future! This blog really is an exercise just to get me writing for the week, now I am not feeling that lazy like I did when I started writing this, but I’m getting ideas of what to do next (a lot of fucking work). But I can’t complain about my job, it’s something that I am enjoying, just like I was enjoying being a creepy photographer back in the day. Here are some blog pictures that I screen-capped, because back in the day, I did not only buy the magazines, but also collected some of my own pics I saw online (and read the comments).

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As a paparazzo, I could have deleted all my past like many of my friends have and never mention any of this again. As a writer, my shit is so easily found in google and some of my past work is so embarrassing that it scares the shit out of me. But on forward! To continue with this fucking weird journey of life.

Until next Monday/Tuesday to whoever reads me besides my mom (Love you mom!)

Success Makes Me Lazy. Classy Lady Crush = Julianne Moore

Following the previous week’s success, this last week I even had more success and not only in freelance writing.

I didn’t get printed four times in a row, but I rescued an article from dying and it got published in local source the SanDiegoRed and got one more print with my usual magazine, the San Diego Reader. When I first started as a writer for Soccerly, what matter the most was how many views/likes/shares the article would get. I remember getting excited when my first article broke 10,000 views (the first writer in the website to accomplish the task). The website gave you silly icons as rewards…

The article on the Red got more than 1,000 shares in less than 24 hours (currently over 1,500 shares). It is all Tijuana’s cheap copy of the Hollywood Walk of Fame (and how remarkably shitty it is). The article on the Reader was similar in popularity, shared over 1,000 times in less than a couple days. The Reader one is about the Chun Kun lady, a popular spring roll street vendor in Tijuana (and one of my favorite people ever).

Last week’s articles on print, new articles come out sometime this week on print:


Not only did I have success on the writing world, but after a few weeks of email planning, I had one of the most amazing Tijuana Adventure ever. Compared to June, where many tours were planned but all ended up being canceled, this one actually happened and it was amazing. It actually started wrong, since one of the tourists crossed to Mexico by accident, the other two made it in time, but the other two were 3 hours behind, making the beginning of the tour.

After we all finally found each other in La Cevichería Naiz, the adventure was well under way. I reserved the restaurant Mision 19 for dinner, the fanciest place in Tijuana, since the tour was a bachelor party. Dinner was beyond excellent and like always, I befriended every single client on my tour (and like always, they were all very awesome people to hang out with). After fancy eatings, we went to La Mezcalera for some mezcal shots, and what happened after that will remain in the dark, not only because we were already wasted, but because what happens in a bachelor party is not meant to be shared.

The TJ adventure did not end until breakfast…. but mine continued until Monday morning.

I did not sleep all of Friday and was a zombie on Saturday. I met with the guys to see if they wanted lunch before going to America, but they decided that they were too tired and it was time to go home. I had a blast with them and then got paid (which always makes me feel guilty, but hey… it is a business!)

With cash on my pocket and since I had already gotten published and money was on the way, I got lazy for the rest of the weekend and did not work but instead watched Netflix, EVO2015 and party. I got wasted and passed out in a closet on Sunday at Pedro’s birthday bash, a party with all them cool cats from TJ, free Kokopelli tacos and DJ Chucuchu playing on the rain (Pedro is your neighborhood Mr. Nice Guy). This made me a complete zombie again for Monday and did not published here in my blog… oops!

11375123_464645273695750_1221004952_n – Chucuchu playing a set, picture by ArtMolina

Now, I have plenty of work to do and the rest of week to do it (and run errands! how fun). I feel like doing nothing and enjoying my momentarily success, this is barely a scratch of my potential, pero… la hueva!

Anyway, during my awesome moments of laziness, I got to watch two movies with Julianne Moore. Julianne became a favorite immediately after watching Children of Men. So much talent and guess what, she was awesome every time I saw her in person. The first movie was “Don Jon,” where she plays a cougar that went back to community college and seduces Joseph Gordon-Levitt, I don’t even like redheads, but you can’t help but feel jealousy for Gordon-Levitt’s character….

The second was the award winning “Still Alice,” though a slow movie with shitty actress Kristen Stewart (she was ok in it) and Alec Baldwin (who is sort of a dick), the movie was still AWESOME because of Julianne Moore. I’m a shitty movie critic since I am bias to the people I saw, but hey, here are pictures of Moore smiling at the camera at LAX. No special memories from her, just that she was always super nice and did not care about her picture taken.

Pictures from October 20, 2009 late at night. Her smile is pretty much the same in every set, yet looks completely genuine.

January 14, 2010 again at night (since picture is flash, which I do not prefer).

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February 10, 2010, arriving from Paris late at night and she still is a super nice person and smiles.

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And finally, two more pictures from November 15, 2010. Don’t have a memory of seeing her anywhere else but LAX and maybe I saw her more times and did not save the pictures, I’m letting do my hard drive do the thinking in some situations, pretty much like Alice started to make her iPhone be her memory.

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Got published a bit, played a show and more crushes! Vanessa Hudgens!

It was a busy busy week after coming back from Los Angeles. I had to catch up with work, so Monday and Tuesday all I did was write. I also worked all of Wednesday, interviewed the Chun Kun lady (which is my next article) and at night I had band practice with DONKICHOW. Thursday was the birthday of the most amazing person in the world (my mom), the family spent the afternoon together in the beach, but I had to dip out because of more band practice. I was supposed to have a Tijuana Adventure on Friday, but it fell through. It was going to be my strangest tour/request I had so far and I am still working on figuring out the situation…

But the result of all the week’s work is that I got published 4 times (still have one pending), and the show went great. You can read the articles by clicking here. We opened the night at Mous Tache bar for San Diego and Tijuana bands: Nicely, Fistfights with Wolves, PL DVNA and Sleeping People. Every band was awesome, but Sleeping People was fucking fantastic. I enjoyed being single once again, let myself go and partied hard. The rest of the weekend was spent recovering from the hangover, though I was supposed to do work.

Today I ran a bunch of errands in San Diego, got my paycheck, then got my cat a new flea collar, kitty litter and bought tons of food. I carried the 30 kilos of groceries from Food4Less in SD to my home in Tj (using the trolley and the 10 pesos taxi).

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Since I’ve been enjoying the single life and last post was about my biggest LA crush, I decided to continue the thematic. Another celebrity who I used to have a crush on, and this time somewhat of a real celebrity, was Vanessa Hudgens. Back then, she was supposedly dating Zac Efron, but I always tried being flirtatious and she responded. Vanessa was always super nice to me when I saw her at LAX (and I saw her a lot there). I also saw her a bunch around town, but could only find pictures of the one time she was not cool…. probably because it was a creepy scenario…

These pictures were taken January 22, 2009.
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This was right after I got demoted from my salary position into full freelance with no benefits. I used to go a lot to Burbank because there are like 20 celebrities living in the same 2 mile radius and one of them was Vanessa Hudgens (who at the time lived next to Dakota Fanning, two birds, one stone). I followed her one morning into a Baskin Robbins, desperate for pictures, I came up close to glass and started snapping. Right away, an employee told Vanessa what was happening that she instantly covered up.

She came out of the store like this:
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And drove back to her own home like this:
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After that, all my encounters with Vanessa were pleasant. She was always smiling and I was always courteous (and somewhat flirtatious). I don’t have detailed memory of any of the next set of pictures, except that one time she arrived with her family and I chatted briefly with her Vanessa and her mom.


April 13, 2009.

September 27, 2009.

October 24, 2009.

November 14, 2009, one of my favorite shoots with her and I was by myself… I had over 200 frames from that day.

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December 10, 2010, there were a lot of other paparazzi there.
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December 13, 2011, again with a lot of paparazzi. I remember more times I saw her one on one, but those pictures are probably lost now.

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All this editing and looking at old pictures is making me really miss my cameras :(

Anyway, here are some online clippings I had safe for some reason:
4-14-09 Vanessa Hudgens E! 4-14-09 Vanessa Hudgens JJ 9-27-09 Vanessa Hudgens POP 9-27-09 Vanessa Hudgens RADAR 10-24-09 Vanessa Hudgens RADAR

Until next Monday… I’ll probably continue with the theme of my crushes….

I Hate Los Angeles, I Love Audrina

Sorry everyone. I have missed two Mondays in a row.

The first Monday I didn’t post because after three years of not being in Los Angeles, I went back to be at one of my best friend’s wedding. The second Monday I missed was because I actually wrote a long post about the wedding, but my friend is a very private person that ended up deleting  almost 1,000 words describe a lot of shenanigans.

In reality, I’ve felt like posting other days that weren’t Monday, but instead of just doing it, I decided to wait, forgetting everything I wanted to say. Though my friend’s wedding was awesome and I had such a blast with him, his new wife and his family, I won’t mention that much.

Instead I’ll talk about how much I loathe LA. The city is gigantic and you can’t really do anything if you don’t have a car. It takes you hours to get anywhere and it is not enjoyable to walk around. It still has the douchey celebrity vibe that it had when I left and not much has changed. I actually had made more friends from LA living in Tijuana than when I was living over there….

I also couldn’t enjoy LA much because my roommate smashed my iPad, I had almost not money to my name and I had articles on hold (one that got rejected as the wedding ceremony was going on). But at least a few others got published and since getting back from LA I’ve been getting work done, waiting on other articles to get published and finally writing on my blog. Two of my latest articles have been featured as most popular stories on the website, the other two are about food which I still need to polish and get better.


There are a bunch of celebrities that were awesome to me and were a pleasure to shoot. But one that I miss and I always had the fantasy that maybe we would hook up (I know, silly me) was Audrina Patridge (from the Hills, so not really a celebrity…). Anytime she was flying in or out of LAX, no matter if it was really early or late, I would show up to shoot her. Not only that, when I was not working at the airport, her neighborhood was where I would hang out a lot to increase my chances on seeing her.

On May 7th, 2009, I was hanging outside her house (another photographer was there as well). She came out on her Mercedes Benz, rolled down her window by my car and told me she was going all the way home to run errands and nothing interesting was going to happen. The other photographer approached me and asked me what was going on and I told him, we both decided to follow her (though I wish it was my exclusive). Turns out she did do a bunch of boring errands, but the sheer white dress she wore was completely worth following her for 2 hours+ all the way to Yorba Linda, CA.

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I saw her a bunch of times outside of LAX, but no pictures survive on my hard drive. Instead, I have a lot of pictures of her looking gorgeous at the airport.

Audrina had a tendency of flying out one day and coming back the next. These are from her departing on March 7, 2009 and coming back on March 8.

 – I asked her to show me the tattoo on her neck and told me what it meant.

These other ones are from July 19 and 20, 2010. Looking back at the pictures, she looks amazing and I miss having a flirtatious thing with her, even if it was only one-sided.
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This was on February 13, 2011 and probably the last time I saw her.

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So I took the opportunity of taking my picture with her. Don’t we make a great couple?! (Though we both look like shit in this pic)

Here are a few of her pictures that made it to online blogs and what not. I also remember a bunch of pictures in magazines and stuff, especially in Australia. For some reason, Australians, just like me, love Audrina.
5-8-09 Audrina E! 5-8-09 Audrina GG Audrina E! 3-9-09 Audrina GG 3-7-09 Audrina Patride GG 3-9-09
And still to this day, I keep a picture of her. It is taped on my balcony window, promptly displayed for the whole world to see, though I have the picture because she refused to sign it to an autographer friend so he gave me the pic for free.


Crazy Ass Weekend + The Douchiest of Douches = Javier Bardem

This is getting posted on Monday right before midnight, at least I am complying with my deadline.

Week three of my friend Drew visiting from college. Time went fast and I barely worked, but we did a lot of partying. This past weekend was one of the craziest I had. Friday was Noisefest in Tijuana and also the band King Llama came down from LA to play Moustache bar (my favorite band of the weekend) and stayed at my place. My roommate’s band with Haydee (this time named Aloha Taylor, the name changes to a newscaster every performance) did a good job of opening the noise galore, followed by the drummer of my band with his alternative noise project Apisdafry. Other notable acts of the fest were Pure Shit and Ghost Magnet Roach Motel, who I saw at All My Friends Festival the previous year. In my review I called them weird to be weird and noise just to make noise. I still agree with this statement, but this time they had two moving platforms that united where the concert venue. It was very interesting visibly, but audibly was still painful after a few minutes that my head buzzed the whole night until the next morning.

On Saturday me and Drew went to this year’s AMF2015, it’s sixth edition. I previewed all the bands a week before going and none caught my attention. I felt basically the same way throughout the fest though I was really trying to enjoy everything. So I did what everyone does at a festival like this and took some drugs. Instead of loosing me up and making myself have a good time, I locked my brain in a shell and all I could think of was work. The only thing that was in my mind was talking shit about the show. But in reality, there can be no complains. The people of Tj just ask for way too much and the fest got overhyped. Yes, many bands were subpar and the sound did a lot of mistakes. But for the price of admission and every thing that was done, there can be no shit talking. I sent an article about it to the San Diego Reader already and I have low expectations about it, but still hoping it will get published.
 2015-06-20 18.47.46-1– Me and Drew at AMF 2015
I got published twice this past week, the one that was on hold about my friend David and the other about Bresca, a restaurant in Tj. Another article got rejected and I sent two more than I am waiting to see if I get published or not. At least the one that I had on hold was fairly popular and it got shared quite a bit. Tony Tee, who I mentioned on the previous entry, posted on his Facebook that it was one of the best articles summarizing the recent wave of violence in Tijuana. I asked Tony but his favorite celebrity, but instead he asked for the douchiest, which according to him, is Russell Crowe. However, I have no memories of Russell, but I do of one celebrity that did the douchiest move ever.
It was on March 5,2010 and I had Penelope Cruz arriving in American Airlines (her real name is Penelope Sanchez). It was around 1 pm and I was working solo. I spotted Penelope walking in the departing section with her boyfriend of the time (now husband), Javier Bardem. The limo was waiting outside, but their helper saw me waiting for them, that they suddenly turned around (which meant they were going downstairs to arrivals).

mar 5 2010 – I spotted them from far away.

As I was running down, my boss called me, “Javier Bardem is arriving right now,” he said. “I know!” I yelled back and hung up the phone. I saw Penelope and Javier now on the downstairs, but again they turned around and went upstairs. We played the cat and mouse game for like 20 minutes when once again I saw them on the arrival level (upstairs). Suddenly, they took a left that was unknown to me. I got up to the bridge to spot the car and I saw it waiting by the elevator almost by the other terminal.

I ran nearby where the car was located and then I saw them coming out of these double doors I never saw before. I started shooting long lens, keeping my distance, at least 20 feet away. As they walked towards the car I was nothing but nice to the couple. “Welcome to LA, you guys are awesome.” Things like that I shouted in Spanish while I snapped pictures. As they closer to the car and I was running out of space, I switched to my flash and short lens.

MAT_5990 MAT_5995 MAT_6001 – You can clearly see that Penelope was smiling but Javier barely looked up.

Snapped some more pictures while remaining courteous. Penelope went to my right (her left) towards the street to get to the passenger seat behind the driver. Javier walked on the sidewalk to get the opposite side of the limo. As he was entering the car, he turned around.

MAT_2323 – The flash shot.

I thought he stopped to greet me and thank me for keeping my distance (which had happened with several other celebrities). But instead he said “eres basura!” And proceeded to spit on my eye.
I was in shock. I didn’t know what to do. I yelled back that I was just working to pay my student loans, that I am a musician and not the trash he said I was. The helper was in shock as well. Penelope seemed to be angry at what he did. I tried to spit back, but took too long that the car was already gone.
I called my boss and told him what happened. He told me I could sue for an attack with a biological weapon. After all he spat on my face and hit me right in the eye. Other airport workers saw the action and took my side. But the car was far gone and the police usually take the celebrity’s side. I asked for airport recording footage, but the camera had miss the action. Defeated and with saliva on my face (despite washing it off a lot, it still felt like it was there), I stopped working for the day.

I saw Javier a couple more times after, but it was never a one on one, so he behave decently after that. I don’t remember seeing Penelope again.

This pictures of Javier were taken on August 8th, 2010 in the United terminal. They are nothing special, just like him.
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On Hold and The Douchiness of Kanye West

So… things aren’t going as great as they should be. Since I quit my job, I haven’t been published and no tours have happened (many emails, several cancellations). But everyone keeps posting “follow your dream” bullshit things on social media. We are supposedly a generation that does whatever we feel like and make a living out of it. Which means I am doing the right thing and I should not worry about money. I have many ideas in mind, but the process is slow. I have sent three stories and they are all on hold. Wish they could just reject me or publish right away, instead of just waiting forever.

My college friend, Drew, is still visiting (for two more weeks). This weekend we are going to All My Friends 6th Edition. Not really excited for the line-up, but the fest should be a blast. The location is perfect, the food will be great and I’ll be doing some work. If you are in Los Angeles or San Diego, my competition and good friend, Tony Tee, has a tour package on his website Algo Bien. If you have seen the Anthony Bourdain episode in Tijuana, Tony is the chubby mustachio tour guide that takes Bourdain through Tijuana’s nightlife.

Around minute 9 to see Tony Tee. I recommend the whole episode, though it is a lot of Baja and not much of TJ. And Tijuana has changed a lot since that tour. So you can either go on Algo Bien with Tony Tee or you come with me on a Tijuana Adventure, I don’t care how you do it, this city is amazing!

Anyway, Señor Antonio Ley, I nominate you to pick up next Monday’s celebrity. This week, my friend Drew chose Kanye West. I really thought I wrote about him before, my encounters with him were bizarre. I really don’t give two shits about his music. I know people love him for his beats or what not and I can say that I accidentally listen to his songs at a bar or something and didn’t think ill of his music. But I have never on purpose played a Kanye West song for my own listening pleasure (my friend James from Michigan loves him…)

My first story about Kanye involves my brother and my very early days as a paparazzo. It was probably my second week in Los Angeles in the summer of 2007 when I accompanied my brother to LAX because Kanye was on the list. My brother have heard that Kanye was a dick and that it was better just to not be seen. We were waiting at the bottom of Terminal 5 at LAX (Delta flights), when my brother spotted Kanye. He made me turn around so I could hide the camera, so I never took a look at Kanye. My brother said he was accompanied by two super slutty girls and they were going to baggage (with no assistants or help).

Then I saw Chance frolicking around LAX. This is 2007 and my college roommates loved shitty reality TV (I’m looking at you Daven). I am referring to fucking Chance from the fucking reality show “I Love New York,” the spin-off of VH1’s “Flavor of Love.” For no reason I yelled, “What about Chance?!” and he responded “WHADDUP WHITE BOYYYYYYYY!”

My brother was all nervous trying to be super sneaky to take pictures of Kanye when I finally look at who he was taking pictures of. It was none other than Chance’s brother, Real. MY FUCKING BROTHER CONFUSE KANYE WEST WITH REAL! This is not the first time my brother confused celebrities, he once thought Jason Schwartzman was Justin Long and interviewed him about his Mac commercials….

Some quick research informed me that Real died earlier this year. I never got pictures of him and I am sure my brother deleted the ones he got when he thought it was Kanye.


On my hard drive, I only have one folder of Kanye, though I saw him more than 5 times. He was always a douche, even attacking one of my best friends from Los Angeles on 9/11 (2008), smashing his camera. I quit my job before he started dating Kim (or around that time), so I am glad I was not there for the whole North West baby and shit. His pictures were virtually worthless before he started dating Kim, sometimes I would ignore the tip that Kanye was in the airport. Many times I didn’t never bothered to take his picture, much less save them on my hard drive, except this one time that my friend Kat followed me for a day for a college assignment.

This one time, Kanye was nice, way too nice. He was so nice, that it was weird and felt completely fake. Of course it happened after his 9/11 incident, so he had to play it cool at the airport. These pictures were taken on March 10th, 2009 outside Terminal 2 (Air France flight I believe). He kept telling us to take picture of his shoes and then stood there awkwardly….The first picture is by Kat, you can see me taken the other pics on the left of the frame.

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Tijuana Adventure with College Housemate, Poker, Maybe Feature Story and Alanis Morissette

Oops. I missed the Monday deadline. But hey, I was in San Diego all day enjoying the day and I wrote the blog post in my ipad. I just wasn’t home to publish it (and edit photos). Here it is:

It’s been only a week since I quit my job. I should be working all day in my computer, writing articles, updating my webpage and creating ads for my tour company, Tijuana Adventure. But in reality I have been doing nothing except playing Diablo III and partying. But it has only been one week and I actually turned in an article. It got accepted, but now I am playing the waiting game to see if I get featured in a different section of the paper, and hopefully get paid more, since I wrote around 2,000 words.

My friend and housemate on senior year of college, Andrew, is visiting Tj for a little adventure of his own. This has been my perfect excuse to do nothing but eat delicious food and drink craft beer all day. Andrew just spend the last year of his life teaching English at a college in Riyadh, Saudi Arabia. A world completely different to what I have ever known that I wish I could experience it just so I can write about it. All of Drew’s stories are interesting to say the least. A country with no alcohol or drugs, a king who rules like the feudal ages, lashes and jail time if you commit a crime… Living in Saudi for a year would be a challenge. With his anecdotes I come to the conclusion that Saudis are just self-entitled rich kids that do whatever they want in their country.
The second night that Drew was here, we had a poker game back home. My roommate Chad, wrote a cover story about some poker players living in Mexico. This inspired poker nights at my place, the latest I ended up winning (buy in is $3 USD so it’s not like I won a lot). Of course during poker we have beers and music.

2015-05-21 10.52.31 2015-05-27 22.00.50-1Chad has had an Alanis Morissette kick lately, that we listen to her albums when we play. So in her honor, and for Chad, here are my best pics of Alanis, who was always the sweetest person to talk to or photograph. Always radiant and very kind, even though I was a hated paparazzo.July 17, 2009. The first time I saw Alanis Morisette, but my memory has faded and I really don’t remember this day. I saw her a lot….

August 21, 2009. Don’t have much memory of this day either. I am sure I was by myself and she was nice.


February 5th, 2010. Again, don’t remember this day. But rainy days make for awesome pictures. Again it seems that I was completely alone and she was obviously again, super nice.

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August 31, 2010. Kinda remember this day, but my pictures were shitty, which means I was by myself again? Not sure… It wasn’t until she was pregnant that her picture worth went way up. Hollywood and celebrity gossip love pregnant stories and babies…

August 31 2010

October 4th, 2010. It was the other photographer I worked with, Justin, who told me that Alanis was a complete sweetheart. Before that I just thought she was nice, but I didn’t bother her much. I have no idea who the dude that got her pregnant was, but here he is happily walking hand in hand.

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November 3rd, 2010. Holy shit. I googled who the dude was while the pictures uploaded. Apparently he is a rapper named Mario “Souleye” Treadway and her current husband. She went from Dave Coulier, to Ryan Reynolds to this dude. Talk about an upgrade for him. Their daughter is Ever Imre Morisette-Treadway.

November 3 2010

November 15th, 2010. This is the last picture that I have of Alanis and her rapper husband.  As you can see, she was a happy pregnant celebrity that did not mind the cameras. And obviously we were super nice to her.
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I also saved a bunch of screen caps that blogs posted. Radaronline used to pay $25 or around there per picture, they probably pay shit now. People.com paid very well, anywhere between $100-300 for online picture. If it went to the mag, it was always over $1,000. People Mag was like the cream of the crop back in the day.

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