I have absolutely no steam today. Among other things, I have been asked to take a pound of receipts and tape each one to an 8 1/2 x 11″ piece of paper so they can be scanned, type out the name of tenants on a report because the computer has chopped off syllables, make copies, scan said copies and allocate every line item on a stack of invoices an inch thick. I’m pretty sure I’ve gotten enough sleep, but give me hours of endless monotony and you couldn’t bullhorn me into being alert. So, between the “arts and crafts” and an increasing opposition to the trite work I am assigned as the week comes to an end, I’m cooked. Done. Take me out of the oven.
What’s kept my mind from actually being cooked is a girl named Jenna Sauers, whose kiwi roots are close to my heart because of my New Zealand stepmother (you cannot beat that accent). Jenna is a model/writer whose thoughtful and witty prose is fully addictive. Her diverse experience through modeling has taken her from Australia to Los Angeles, and since I’m all about L.A. here, how delighted was I to find this photo of her in full L.A. glory, grabbing a cup o’ Joe at Starbucks at the intersection of Fairfax Avenue and Santa Monica Boulevard.
Jenna was recently outed as the authoress behind Jezebel’s popular writer ‘TatianaTheAnonymousModel’ in the featured article I Am The Anonymous Model. My recent fave feature was her essay on committed model Karen Mulder, a modeling industry victim.
ME. End of Day.
NO SAINTS IN L.A. 