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The Latest Gems

April 16, 2012

Tags: Sarah grant, Coachella, Videos, Funny, Viral.

So every now and then I like to post the most recent viral videos or things I've discovered on the internet that I love.
1. I used to go to Coachella every year. Here is a pic from one of the years I went with my LA crew. We stayed up almost the whole time with a few brief interludes of napping in the tent. Only to be awoken gross and sweaty when the sun rose on our tent...which was essentially a sauna by 6am. I had a blast and I am sad to see Coachella come and go minus me. Sad

But who was there that you wouldn't expect? Tupac. Check it out.

HOLOGRAMS! Boom. My mom used to watch Star Trek when I was a kid, religiously. Even Deep Space Nine. And I remember I used to think that if I could only have a hologram reality I could be in love with whomever I wanted. I would pray for a Brad Pitt hologram. Welp, we are almost there! Yippie....next stop....fantasy land. Who would I pick now? What would YOUR hologram reality look like?
Now this little girl is making her own reality!

Obviously it is me, so I have to put a dog something in there somewhere.

And this one reminded me about the little pleasures we all enjoy in this life and sometimes forget to appreciate. LIKE MUSIC.

Hope you enjoy them as much I did this week! Off to Cebu on Thursday! Can't wait!!

1001 Drunken Nights

August 02, 2011

Tags: Sarah grant, Los angeles, Las vegas, Bellagio, The artisan, The cosmopolitan, Coachella.

Oh what a difference a few years makes. Three years almost exactly that I started shooting "Sex, Blood and Fights" aka. Never Surrender and my life changed forever via The Texas Crazy Horse. But I got a little blast from the past weekend when two parts of the 4 part hipster crew that was Nads, Aubs, Manlunas and Sarah Grant came to Vegas. I think this was the party where we all officially started what would be two years I politely refer to as 1001 Drunken Nights. Obviously it wasn't 1001, but this isn't a math blog.

Los Angeles is a crazy town. I can't say for everyone, but for me, when I was in it, I thought the City of Angels was the ONLY city. I thought our hipster clubs and blogs and bars were the only place really cool people were. I thought our world was so unique. I thought free PBR and Colt 45 were a diet fit for a King. I thought paying marked up prices for a jacket at a thrift store made sense, since, geez, it was really vintage. I also thought I was living the dream.
Turns out, I was pretty broken. Turns out I never felt as cool or sheek or pretty as my hip little counter parts. Turns out, being a vegan didn't make me skinny. Turns out if I'm left to my own devices, I will strive on the outside, but I self destruct on the inside.

Double take, yes, those are the same two girls with only three years of history separating the pix. It was funny seeing these girls again, now, years later. I realized how important we were to each others' sanity. That amongst a sea of fist pumping bitches, we shared an understanding. We shared with each other an honest version of ourselves. Flipping through pix of club camera websites and free music downloads of the hottest new DJ, we somehow managed to share our collective brokenness and turn it into 1001 drunken nights.

WOW, I have to say it again, what a difference three years makes. But let's be honest, the night in my new home, Sin City, was no different. I ended up at home at 9am. Growing up doesn't mean you can't still party hard. I guess it just feels like you don't NEED to. No matter how strong I pretended to be and thought I was at 23, I've realized there is a certain strength that only time can give you. There are certain lessons that only growing older can teach you. And one is: you are not as cool as you think you are!!! But you are likely more beautiful than you realize.
Just in case that wasn't emo enough for you....at the end of the day I can count these girls amongst the people who have shaped me and the people who have shared a part of me I don't think will ever return. With each new chapter in all of our lives we are finding new mates, new loves, new jobs, and new cities for that matter. But, if I don't see them again for 20 years (I hope that never happens), I will always treasure the time we shared and consider these bitches Wink best friends.

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