I scored an appointment! Finally!

... with Dr. Ava Shamban, a very famous Dermatologist!

O mi god, clear skin ahead! Have to look fabulous for my 30th!

STELLA needs her groove back

STELLA needs a leather frame.

It's been sitting near my fireplace since Christmas 2007.

Seriously, I need a leather framer.

Nothing says sexy like a semi-nude lady in leather.

Help me help STELLA get her groove back!

Thank you note in Unexpected France

If you find a thank you note inside Unexpected France, its mine! It's tugged between page 70 and page 71. Please return when found.

Or keep it for keepsake knowing that the note has served its purpose. The outcome was as expected, but in the end gratitude never disappoint, really.

Looking down at Kevin Connolly

In a world where people strive so hard to be looked up to, Kevin Connolly beckons to be looked down upon with acute curiosity that consummates every eye of the beholders. Some look with pity as if knowing for sure that this young man without legs struggles with countless life's impossibilities, and irresponsibly convicting him without any reservations his many failed attempts to prove others wrong. Some glare with immense inspirations drawing a conclusion that two legs, or the lack of, is never a true measure of a man. And some others who stare, they are often drowned in gratitude at the continuous presence of their own life's insignificant altercations, in their own two-legged world.

Kevin Connolly was born without legs in August of 1985. He is a Montana native who grew up in the mellow city of Helena. He loves skiing, snowboarding and everything a mountain is willing to offer. He took his first photographs in 2005 and fell madly in love. In 2006 he went to New Zealand to study abroad. On his return home to Montana, he took the road less travelled on a skateboard, rolling the streets of Vienna. Equipped with a camera on his left hand, he began photographing random people staring down at him. He has travelled to 15 countries, 31 cities, has taken 32000 photographs - all these on a skateboard and a camera on the left hand, all these ... one stare at a time.

You see, I stare at people like Kevin Connolly. It's hard not to steal a glance. Then I start my 'how' questions, and continue on with the 'why'. At the end of it all, I am always left with an 'if' and a pretentious affirmation that the strength of one's character will carry through just on its own.

But sometimes, you look at people like Kevin Connolly and your heart cries a little. You cry NOT because you feel sorry for this stranger from Montana who happens to have no legs. You cry NOT because of his struggle. You cry because there is this guy from Montana who does not fit the standard that society exploits. His having no legs becomes insignificant because you know all too familiar, with or without legs, people will still stare.

Sometimes the strength of your character does not carry you through. Sometimes it takes a guy like Kevin Connolly to carry you through. I don't roll on the skateboard. But I am taking photographs of life staring at me. And I begin with one city, one stare at a time. After all, this is LA. Everyone stares in LA.

I invite you to visit Kevin Connolly's Rolling Exhibition. [http://www.therollingexhibition.com/]