Really, how lucky can you get.

Last night, while Caro and I were leaving our friend Brett's art opening in Chinatown, we stopped to admire the bizarre collection of marble sculptures outside of a shop. The most bizarre was a large pig dressed up as a cop - aka the "Pig Pig" statue - about which I was exclaiming "it's a pig as a pig" like it was some flash of brilliance. From behind us a guy says, "I actually find it pretty offensive," and when we turn around it's nothing less than an actual cop. Since we had a camera on us, he eagerly agreed to pose with the "Pig Pig" and in so doing gave me one of those instant street scene shots that you really never forget.

Brett Cody Rogers is kicking ass - all the paintings in the gallery show were sold in preview. It was great to be at a Chinatown art opening when only one gallery was having an open, rather than the usual mob scene that the multiple gallery openings tend to be. Although those are some of the best LA people watching experiences you can have.

In yet another moment of domestic bliss, California Closets is coming to revamp our meager closet space, which has become all that more difficult to manage with the addition of my clothes. One of the great things about moving in together is gointg to be ridding myself of all the crap I've managed to collect since moving here with essentially nothing. It's almost surreal how you can go from owning nothing, to having closets crammed with a dozen travel, gym and tote bags picked up from dot-com companies over the years.