6 of 10 Holiday GIFT IDEAS

With the holidays just around the corner, it's that time again to spend money you don't have on gifts people don't need. I decided to pass on gift ideas that include iTunes gift cards and pajamas from Costco and to list items that are a little more "practical" to the everyday life. 

1) Lear Jet 

2) Amex Black Card

3) Maybach Coupe 2012

 

4) Ducati 848

 

5) Edvard Munch's "The Scream" 

6) Space on a billboard 

...more to come 

Cursive Scripture

Where did The Script come from? A fusion of Adam Levine's voice, One Republics melodies and Timberlands live beats, which all happen to be under the Universal Music umbrella, unite seamlessly to bring an emerging Irish rock band named The Script on Sony Music.

The songs: cliche and predicable words that rhyme to formulate the lyrics but nonetheless fresh, romantic and progressive. 

Download: The Script 

Favorite Song: Before The Worst 

Narcissistic Democracy

I was sent GNR's new record Chinese Democracy and was skeptical at first to listen. While watching Almost Famous on mute and blasting Chinese Democracy on my Beats headphones, I must say this record is absolutely amazing! It's definitely where Appetite For Destruction left off except without Slash and the rest of them. While Axel is quite the narcissist, millions of dollars in recording and close to seventeen years in the making, I must give him credit for delivering a lyrically and melodically driven album. FUCKING AWESOME! 

Download: Chinese Democracy by Guns and Roses 

 

Also download: The Killers "Days and Age" and Kanye West's "808's and Heartbreak."

Paint

Where did we go wrong? Was it the cashmere fingerless gloves from Chrome Hearts that Tripp was wearing last night to Dior Homme when we purchased a pair of super skinny grey jeans? Or was it his detailed description of what he did hours before? While we did win the UCLA film festival in 2007 for our "Public Service Announcement" there will be a sequel to that soon.  

Alex Smith coming soon. 

Alex Smith

The pavement on the ground was sticky,  as if I stepped on gum or some goo like substance. I was running as fast I could, past every memory, past every stoplight, every inch of every mile. The strumming like Nirvana, a drone of sorrow searching for fresh air, trying to escape but couldn't. 

I lived in Budapest for three years, climbing the mountains and working on a local farm. The evenings were cold and everything around me was beautiful. For months I lived outside with the sheep and drank Bourbon to calm my nerves; I looked pale and thin. 

I grew up in New York City and have lost touch with all my childhood friends. I roam the streets in Budapest on search for a new beginning, new hope -  a new world. My hair is extremely long and I smell musky. The locals call me River and my grandfather has passed away. 

All I brought with me was a small suite case that included my journal, several pairs of underwear and a long pea coat. 

I returned to New York last week and has the city changed. Overly populated, smog, sale signs in all of the windows and no integrity of truth. My stomach has been upset as I am readjusting to American food. What I have learned abroad is independence, self respect and the notion that I can in fact be happy alone. 

-Alex Smith - Journal entry 203

Disappear Here

It's strange because these books were published years ago and I have now just discovered them. I tell myself you don't always have to be the first one in line. Flashback to Brentwood, July 2008 where I run into my the family chef at Vincente Foods. It was a hot summer day and my Prada loafers clicked and clacked to the movement of my feet. It was my fathers birthday and I wanted everything to be perfect. 

This past month has been more of an accomplishment if anything. I built the first ever Interscope Record shop in Ron Herman and soon to be in production with my t-shirt line. Never give up and continue to follow your dreams. Unfortunately, I guess not everyone is able to do that but nonetheless try. 

The fires seem to be burning out and in no time will Christmas come. Another hot Christmas of exchanging expensive gifts with one another. I told my mother to buy me space on a billboard. I mean, in all honesty, that would be the gift that kept giving.

The holidays can be so depressing and then New Years, then Valentines Day, then my birthday; that repetitive cycle that's so predictable. I just started reading "Glamorama" by Ellis - on chapter 1. Less Then Zero opened my eyes to a new world. "If you care about nothing, then you will never have anything in life to worry about." 

I have been listening to a lot of POP music. Kid Cudi is a favorite at the moment. This indie sameness over and over and over. I am not going on a  diatribe but I would love see a shift, new music - to beat my head to and inspire within. 

Tripp and I had dinner at Cafe Roma in Beverly Hills. The food was awful but seeing him was quite the opposite. I was telling Dayna that there is something so intriguing about him; borderline infatuation. This false sense of reality fused with the power to have everything material he will ever want. I guess everyone knows someone like that in their life.  Well at least in Los Angeles. But is he happy? 

Uh, Quantum Of Her

It all comes tumbling down after the breakup. That feeling of loneliness and void. There is such a fantasy of having to be in a relationship constantly well, listen to Un Huh Her.  I mean, really turn up the volume! The entire record is fantastic. A female version She Wants Revenge.

This weekend consisted of looking in the mirror and studding the vainness of oneself. Visiting LAX Shooting Rage was an option but instead we drank ourself into sorrow and put lemon juice on small freckles that infest our face. The new moccasins from a small shop in the Pacific Palisades match perfectly with the 1986 Omega watch from Gary's in Beverly Hills. It lays on my right wrist waiting for the next wind-up. Mastros sounds like a good dinner choice and visiting LACMA next week for the new Medieval exhibit is necessary. If I have another glass of red wine mixed with the Vicodin I took earlier to relax my nerves, I will probably foam at the mouth. 

Wait, I think I just woke up... I told her to remove the gun placed at my head and if she did in fact shoot, blood would come pouring out of my cheek and infest the Shabby Chic one- thousand-thread-count Egyptian cotton sheets I recently purchased in Malibu.

Oh well, I am basically dead already; shoot! 

Buy tickets now for Quantum of Solace: 

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