It's been four years since I've been in LA so this week I thought I'd spend some time out here. First thing I did when I showed up is called my brother Rob Heppler. This is his city (and this feels like deja vu).
Heppler's always in a different car and every single one is awesome. I want to be just like him when I grow up.
Rob's girl Tamie is in Europe so her and Wendy didn't get to meet. Wave at the poor people from the Range Rover Wendy.
We had brunch at Le Pain Quotidien in West Hollywood. This is where the celebrities have breakfast and hide from the normal people. Rob said everyone used to go to Urth Caffe until the people from Entourage went and filmed there. Apparently now it's all gross because there's a ton of wannabes and tourists there all the time. If you went recently and told your friends about it you should feel bad. (Don't try to pull a "I went there before Entourage" no one believes you.)
We took Jessica Alba and Cash Warren's parking spot up in front. How do I know that? Everyone kept mentioning it. I wasn't allowed to bring my camera inside because they would have thought I was paparazzi and celebrities don't like paparazzi. In conclusion, their bread is really good.
Everytime I'm on Heppler's blog I get a flood of emails that all pretty much say "Hey we love your blog, let's hang out! How do you know Rob? Can you get us in contact with the guys from The Hundreds?" Everyone who's ever sent me one of those emails is a douche.
Photography isn't allowed inside the store unless you're Bobby Hundreds or ME.
Even the garbage out here loves streetwear.
I ran into Freddie Gibbs on Fairfax and we spoke about his upcoming work with Madlib. I couldn't help but reference a bunch of his lyrics while we were talking, like "I live on borrowed time, my expiration date, I passed it." You and I both my friend.
We stopped by "And Still" to get some baseball cards and sports related streetwear.
The Simpson's superfan in me went nuts over the Lucius Sweet painted on the wall. The blogger side of me went nuts over everything else.
The coolest part of one of the most iconic baseball cards ever. On a shirt. Amazing.