Stuff to live by:
La Virgen de Guadalupe, my work, being edge, cosmetics, PRISON BREAK, couture accessories & denim, Volkswagen GTI's, excessive text messaging, and la Ciudad de Angeles.
I'd like to meet:
1) Photographers/casting agents/actors/actresses/models or anyone in general who needs an artist to do work for them, find me at the Sephora Venetian or contact me through here.
2) My friends over and over again. I miss them terribly.
3) Individuals who do not willingly march to their death.
4) Lastly, but certainly not least, David LaChappelle; to help me fulfill my vision of grandeur and bring my magnum opus to life...
Music:
The constant rotation:
Trivium, Down, Ringworm, Integrity, Slayer, Darkest Hour, Suicidal Tendencies, Pantera, Right Brigade, Judge, No Apologies, The Break In, Count Me Out, Killswitch Engage, Black Flag, Merauder, Damnation AD, Shark Attack, Common, Jedi Mind Tricks, Mac Lethal, Talib Kweli, Army of the Pharaohs, Failure, Wu-Tang, Seaweed, Descendents, Jimmy Eat World, Jeff Buckley, Coldplay, Acceptance, Crowbar and Anthrax.
Movies:
My entertainment:
V is for Vendetta, Pan's Labyrinth, Like Water For Chocolate, Papillion, Thank You For Smoking, Where the Buffalo Roam, Leaving Las Vegas, Magnolia, Happiness, Pumpkin, Y Tu Mama Tambien and Cavite.
Television:
On my days off I watch:
Prison Break, Grey's Anatomy, CSI: Miami and miscellaneous shows on the History Channel and Sci-Fi.
Books:
Mind stimulating:
Charles Bukowski, Haruki Murakami, Friedrich Nietzsche, Hunter S. Thompson, Ernest Becker and the Marquis de Sade.
Heroes:
I don't have any "heroes," but this is absolutely golden:
When was the last time you wanted to say it all to the right person? To have it all come out right, to surprise yourself at how together you could be. When was the last time you ever met someone who made you want to give it all to them? I mean give yourself to them. Where you couldn't express yourself enough - like you wanted to cut off one of your arms to be understood. That's it - you would cut your head off to have someone understand you. You know how pointless that one is. You know how many times you've smashed yourself to bits on the rocks. - Henry Rollins
