Canon Drive Looks
beverly hills
To Meme or Not to Meme
Oh Snap!
Bossa Nova Baby
West Coast Strut
Glammy
Beverly Hills on the Eve of the Oscars
Contrast Anxiety
As Seen Through Glass
Untitled, Wilshire Blvd., Beverly Hills, 10/2/16
Given
More From Beverly Hills
Beverly Hills in Early Evening
She Who Pushes the Buttons
Window Shopping
Untitled, Wilshire Blvd, Beverly Hills, July 2, 2012
Outside The Grill
Holding the Bags
Rodeo Clown
That’s Rodeo (ro-DAY-oh) as in Beverly Hills. 😉
Real Housewives of Beverly Hills
An Excellent Adventure – Reposted for April’s Fools
Suggested Captions:
3. Please keep it down, ladies. People are trying to shop.
4. Is that P-Diddy?
5. I’m going to need a bigger Coke.
Waiting for Jimmy
Rodeo Drive, Beverly Hills, December 2012
Soldier of Fashion
Love in a Parking Garage
Rodeo Drive, Beverly Hills, 4/12/15
Idle Worship
As Seen on Rodeo Drive
Hey. You. Get Off of My Cloud.
Oh No! It’s the Streets of Beverly Hills… Again
Obey Worldwide
Insouciance
Corner Window: Beverly Hills, CA 1/30/2010
Fingers on the Buttons
Jessica Alba’s Back
I attended a luncheon on Friday that had originally been scheduled at the iconic Beverly Hills Hotel. Well, as the principle owner of the Pink Palace is the Sultan of Brunei, and Brunei has just passed laws permitting the stoning of women for… well… we can stop right there. What else do you think anyone here in LA needed to know? Event cancellations become the norm for the Beverly Hills Hotel and this particular event, The Helping Hands 2014 Mother of the Year awards, was moved to the Beverly Hilton.
Anyway, Jessica Alba was awarded 2014 Mother of the Year. We all sat down and ate our lunch and I, of course, had no idea that the movie star was sitting about ten feet directly behind me. I was there as a guest and I couldn’t stalk the situation for shots or even make myself obvious to anyone. My Leica M-E is discreet, that’s for sure. But I wasn’t able to get up from my seat and take images.
Nevertheless, I was able to grab a handful but certainly nothing to write home about. I sure hope the shots at least get you in the room for a moment. 😉
Thank you!
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T-Max 3200 at Beverly Hills Fashion’s Night Out 2011
A Rodeo Drive Wedding
City People
No great shakes here. More like a feeling. All these images were taken this past Saturday and Sunday. Seems to me that LA has shed the tourists and the holiday spirit and settled into itself once again. It’s a colder place than it was a month ago. Anyway, there’s a lot of shots. I do try to give anyone who visits here their money’s worth.
I left the last image, the stunning blonde sitting at a distance in the cafe , so that the image can be clicked on and examined at a larger resolution. It’s not a great or meaningful photograph. I posted it because I find it amazing sometimes what unlikely things you can do with a Leica pressed flat against your face. Thanks for looking!
Diverse Divas
Stalking Beverly Hills
Christmas Light
Layers
A Matter of Black and Orange
Just More
Pictures from Last May
Pictures of Paintings, Artist Unknown
Blonde, Skirt, Building
Figurines
The Naked Tourist: Beverly Hills, CA
Okay. Not really. 😉
Raging Rivers of Steel
About the biggest favor a resident of Los Angeles can do for an obvious non-resident standing in the street with his entire family is toot the car horn at him and motion for them all to get back on the sidewalk.
LA is a famously fast driving city, no one walks, cars tear through every last half-foot of pavement. It’s not unpredictable. It’s actually extremely predictable. Virtually every inch of roadway in Los Angeles will at various moments of the day have automobiles thundering over it. Curbs are worn with the tell-tale signs of drivers who have slammed and scraped into them.
So let me say it here to anyone who ever comes to L.A. to visit. Wait for the walks signs. ON the sidewalk. When you get the walk sign, proceed warily. If you don’t yet have a walk sign. Wait on the sidewalk. Let me repeat that last part.
ON THE SIDEWALK.
With your precious family. All of them. The children. If you don’t, and someone has to toot the horn at you to make sure you don’t walk into their two-ton motor vehicle, just wave and step back. Maybe with some quiet reflective gratitude.
Maybe not like this this guy. Who began shouting at us in a language I’d never heard before after Mrs. 50’Lux tooted the horn at him. But the tone was unmistakable nevertheless at conveying the message that he wasn’t at all appreciative of the fact that we were sending him a gentle warning that could save his life.
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