superlative conspiring and intellectual slacking

Earlier today, Jess and I met up on LA's most over-hyped and overexposed retail street to check out WeSC's "late-day soiree." I felt a little out of place, but after Preston, the friendly event photographer hung out and introduced us to a few people, things began to improve. We hovered over free food and conversed with fellow guests about various subjects including Wes Anderson films, free movie screenings with alcohol and candy, and how people from New York don't use business cards, they just exchange information. Next thing we knew, Jess and I were being filmed outside the store for a reality show pitch. Turns out we were being surveilled while figuring out the food being served and watching each other try the next new appetizer. We were encouraged to remark on the chef's appearance (hipster-y - big hat, long hair, slim shirt, skinny jeans, chef's apron and black Chukkas,) the style and taste of the food (good and arty, but still accessible - chicken with mushroom paste, lavender chocolates) and the disposable tasting spoons (interesting, but could be nicer looking and better designed for packing/shipping.) We totally indulged ourselves in the whole scene and I think we could likely sell ice to an Eskimo. My Top Chef marathon weekends and general nerdiness have finally paid off. What a great reminder that no one's out of place in LA.

top: WeSC's invite
second: Just before finding something to hold at the bar behind us
third: With DJ, who plans on printing business cards in the near future
bottom: Jess photographed Preston as Richie Tenenbaum, with guest deejay, former skater and seemingly low-key guy, Jason Lee