Hello. My name is Angelo, and I am a writer, stylist and photographer—in that particular order. This blog is here primarily to, um, showcase (although I kind of don’t like that term) my photography, but who’s to say there won’t be a little styling and some writing involved?
I am not half as good as any photographer out there, but to some of you I will have to do.
Yes, I have the tendency to self-deprecate, having mastered the art of selling myself short. Which really is good news to you, if you come to think of it.
I am obsessed with all things California—from Los Feliz to Lauren Conrad, Pinkberry to PCH, Wilshire to wildfires—but at the same time can’t imagine myself living there.
I live for rock music, and have seen the Smashing Pumpkins, Nine Inch Nails and Alice in Chains live—so now all that’s left on my list are Radiohead, Björk and Sonic Youth, and then I can drop dead.
Diana Vreeland is my hero, and so is Carine Roitfeld. And I would gladly give up everything I have or own just to give Grace Coddington a big bear hug.
Contrary to popular belief, I adore children. Especially my nieces Oona and Mikee, and my nephew Prince. Oona is going to be a makeup artist one day. Mikee, I think I want her to be a bassist à la Melissa Auf der Maur. Prince is going to be a motocross racer or professional skateboarder. Of course, their parents have other plans for them, but I’m going to work hard to make sure mine is the final say. If all else fails, there’s always bribery.
I’m always the bad guy. If we were Transformers I’d be a Decepticon. If this was G.I. Joe I’d be the Baroness. Only exception is if it’s Plants vs. Zombies, because, well, I can’t be a zombie—that look already belongs to someone else I know.
I wish I could’ve been the saddest girl to ever hold a martini. But I’m not a girl, and I no longer drink. So right now I’m really just the saddest, period.
Drop me a line if you know what’s up. Or, you know what, even if you don’t.
Photographed by Justine Nicole Arradaza in Los Angeles on October 20, 2009.