Copy of Styling Stories: The Devil Wears The Row

My first day working for a mega-stylist in Los Angeles began with a 4:30 a.m. meeting in the dark parking lot behind her studio in Beverly Hills.  Said stylist had hired me as her second assistant per a recommendation from a very important publicist  friend. Earning a reputation of  an accomplished assistant in New York City speaks volumes in LA, where the average assistant is a 20-year old blonde from Calabasas who drives her mom's old BMW and can't find her way out of a paper bag. I was hired without so much as a phone call. 

I briefly (and coldly) shook hands with my new employer, and was ordered to stuff as many of the human-sized duffle bags of clothes and accessories into her Range Rover, and fit the rest in my Ford Focus. (By the end of my tenure in LA I was an expert in maximizing the interior space of that car) "Ok, maybe she's cranky because it's so early." (By the end of my tenure in LA, I would also learn that I was wrong, and this was usually her demeanor) 

As I frantically packed her SUV, a terrified young man pulled into the parking lot in his beat-up Jeep. It was her first assistant who had broken down on the 405 on his way, I watched in awkward silence as he went almost catatonic as she reamed him out. 

We headed to the shoot location, the stunning rose gardens at the Huntington Library in Pasadena, me chasing her Range Rover Sport and trying to follow my GPS at the same time (I swear she was trying to loose me, this became a pattern)

Typically, assistants are not consulted for their opinions by their bosses or the client, and are expected to be as silent and invisible as possible. The nervous assistant couldn't help himself, and chatted casually with our talent- Emma Stone, who was having a major fashion moment thanks to our chic bitch boss. I knew I would quickly eclipse him and become the first assistant when she sent him off-set on a wild goose chase for double stick tape (it was 6:30 a.m.) He arrived back to set around noon, tape-less. 

I saw the nervous assistant only once more, a week later, when I was instructed to busy myself by organizing sample shoes in the assistants' office while he was excused, and left in tears. 

"So, should we just say that you're going to be working here full-time now?"  

So commenced my first year of working in LA for one of the best, and most difficult stylist in Hollywood. 

Stay tuned for more Styling Stories... 

 

Styling Stories: The Devil Wears The Row

My first day working for a mega-stylist in Los Angeles began with a 4:30 a.m. meeting in the dark parking lot behind her studio in Beverly Hills.  Said stylist had hired me as her second assistant per a recommendation from a very important publicist  friend. Earning a reputation of  an accomplished assistant in New York City speaks volumes in LA, where the average assistant is a 20-year old blonde from Calabasas who drives her mom's old BMW and can't find her way out of a paper bag. I was hired without so much as a phone call. 

I briefly (and coldly) shook hands with my new employer, and was ordered to stuff as many of the human-sized duffle bags of clothes and accessories into her Range Rover, and fit the rest in my Ford Focus. (By the end of my tenure in LA I was an expert in maximizing the interior space of that car) "Ok, maybe she's cranky because it's so early." (By the end of my tenure in LA, I would also learn that I was wrong, and this was usually her demeanor) 

As I frantically packed her SUV, a terrified young man pulled into the parking lot in his beat-up Jeep. It was her first assistant who had broken down on the 405 on his way, I watched in awkward silence as he went almost catatonic as she reamed him out. 

We headed to the shoot location, the stunning rose gardens at the Huntington Library in Pasadena, me chasing her Range Rover Sport and trying to follow my GPS at the same time (I swear she was trying to loose me, this became a pattern)

Typically, assistants are not consulted for their opinions by their bosses or the client, and are expected to be as silent and invisible as possible. The nervous assistant couldn't help himself, and chatted casually with our talent- Emma Stone, who was having a major fashion moment thanks to our chic bitch boss. I knew I would quickly eclipse him and become the first assistant when she sent him off-set on a wild goose chase for double stick tape (it was 6:30 a.m.) He arrived back to set around noon, tape-less. 

I saw the nervous assistant only once more, a week later, when I was instructed to busy myself by organizing sample shoes in the assistants' office while he was excused, and left in tears. 

"So, should we just say that you're going to be working here full-time now?"  

So commenced my first year of working in LA for one of the best, and most difficult stylist in Hollywood. 

Stay tuned for more Styling Stories... 

 

"LA" things

There are things one is expected to do or see when you live here in LaLa Land, and upon my sudden realization that I've been here for two and half years (!) I thought it was time to get down to business, so I strapped on my hiking shoes (ha just kidding) and hopped on the 101. 

1. Sit behind Jack Nicholson at a Laker game 

disclaimer: usually only possible through corporate connections with season tickets ;) 

disclaimer: usually only possible through corporate connections with season tickets ;) 

 

2. Tour Warner Bros Studios  

My mom and I would reccomed getting there early and enjoying these handy portable single serving white wine glasses- like adult Capri suns!  

it was a three hour tour...    

it was a three hour tour... 

 

3. LACMA

As a New York museum snob, I will admit I resisted visiting LA's museums with the attitude of "well all the good art is in New York.." But I finally made my way to the LACMA for the Diane Von Furstenberg Journey of a Dress exhibit. It was a beautifully produced gallery of her dresses, press clippings, famous fashion moments, and best of all- art works. I believe from Diane's personal collection, the standouts were the Francesco Clemete, Chuck Close, and Andy Warhol portraits of The Woman Herself, as well as some little seen Helmut Newton photos that were so perfectly 80's. 

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4. Visit a winery 

(ok so wine is on my list a few times) Malibu Wines is a must visit, especially if you have company in town. They'll be in awe of the movie set-like grounds, peppered with vintage trucks and wine barrels, the picnic tables lit by twinkly string lights... You may even spot a B (or C) List celebrity next to you at the tasting bar like my mom and I did! 

Bring snacks! This place is set up for picnics, though I bet they'd make a killing if they sold food also! 

Bring snacks! This place is set up for picnics, though I bet they'd make a killing if they sold food also! 

5. See a movie at the Hollywood Forever Cemetery 

Creepy? Sure. But no one seems to mind that we are watching a movie in a CEMETERY. But, I suppose 75% of those currently residing there were industry folk, so maybe they don't mind.

bring wine and snacks here too!

bring wine and snacks here too!

6. Bonfire on the beach 

Ah yes, my snowed-in East Coasters will hate this... But where else can you have a bonfire on the beach in December for fun, not survival?  

Huntington Beach, CA

Huntington Beach, CA

7. Dodger Games

As a die-hard Yankee fan, I can say I absolutely love going to Dodger games! The clean, warm stadium is a great place to spend a day or night and easy to access. (ie. cheap tickets)  

My favorite cover shoot to date was this one of Matt Kemp for ESPN Magazine... he may not play much, but damn is he good lookin. 

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Foam Magazine x ASOS Party

Foam Magazine and ASOS (two of my favorite things) threw a party at 41 Ocean in Santa Monica on Saturday! My good friend Mallory Molinski, celebrity PR for Tory Burch, and I sipped on Paven sangria and had the pleasure of meeting the magazine's Editor in Chief, Sari Anne Tuschman, and Executive Editor Kathryn Romeyn. As the sun set we listened to Big Black Delta and the Superhumanoids! 

Great way to spend a Saturday! 

 

Mallory is in head to toe Tory Burch, and I wore my silk romper by Loft with a Stella and Dot necklace, and clutch from American Apparel 

Mallory is in head to toe Tory Burch, and I wore my silk romper by Loft with a Stella and Dot necklace, and clutch from American Apparel 

Chanel x What Goes Around Comes Around

Vintage Chanel? Champagne? Party? Sure, we're there. 

My friend and former colleague Mary Ossovskaya and I checked out WGACA's fabulous collection of vintage Chanel bags, jewelry, and jackets. We took note of Erin Wasson's selection as she tried on a rainbow-sequined jacket, which of course only she could pull off. While it felt a bit like being in a pet store (Can I see the pink one? How much? $3,000? Well thanks... she sure is pretty... sighh) we did enjoy the free CC cupcakes, much easier on our budgets. 

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yum

yum

Kanye x Milk Studios

While at the beach in Malibu yesterday I got a text from my brother Connor, who works in the digital department at Milk, "Wanna come to a secret party for Kayne's new album tonight? Do NOT tell anyone." 

Yes. Obviously.  

So I sneak in through the loading dock to hang with the Milk staff in the equipment room where we must stay until exactly 10pm. We make our way to the massive hanger studio, and the sound is deafening. Literally. 

The Milk crew built a 20x20' silver box in the center of the room with speakers in each corner pointing inward.  

Let me explain just HOW loud it was ...  

SO Loud that this is how photos turned out due to the vibrations 

SO Loud that this is how photos turned out due to the vibrations 

The crowd rushed towards the stage every time someone got up on it, Beiber even got on the turntables before leaving in his horrendous leopard print R8. But after listening to Yeezus a few times through, The Man Himself never showed and murmurs of "I head Kim's in the hospital." began circulating. I was skeptical until I saw Scott Disick leaving in a rush on his cell. Turned out that Baby North West was born that night!  

Check out my brother's amazing photography here!

http://www.connor-hughes.com/