The Classic Revolution & Pajamas Analogy  

Remember being trapped in a particularly pesky pair of pajamas as a kid? You were either trying to get them off in the morning to put on the fabulous outfit you laid out the night before (or maybe that was just me, and yes it was usually lime green – tops and bottoms), or your mom put them on you before bed and you hated them so you had to tear them off before sleeping naked.

Whatever the case:

I feel that struggle every time I hop online. I read a lifestyle blog about the easy-living trip to Croatia he/she was just carried off to *writhe, twist. Or the a-little-too-much-travel-than-you-really-do coffee shop shots *kicking, flailing arms, shirt stuck over face. Or the ever trending nakedness of super trim humans traipsing around in not much explaining the ease with which they attained that body (ahem, genes) *slobbering on own hair now rolling on floor, still trapped.

Same feeling when I watch commercials or pop open a magazine. Some preach, in a more nonchalant way, a physically unattainable lifestyle to their readers.

These broadcast lives simply aren't real life for the audience.

These lives are usually very particular to one type of person, and this can be credited to the opportunities they’ve individually had, the families and cities they were born into, or the cocktail of genes that happened to swirl around as they were conceived (usually stirred, not shaken).

So why do we look to them for guidance? When is "perfect" perfect? Why do we accept impossible standards as "standard?" Why is this niche the one that is plastered all over the screens and pages for all to see?

Enter: me.

A very “normal” by all definitions of the term (kinda), twenty-something, living in Los Angeles. Complete with stress acne, cellulite, a strange, clear, single chest hair that grows just under my clavicle, uncertainty about my future “career,” insecurity issues, a strong love to see others grow and succeed, a very active, often morose, mind, and a love for being open to hearing the opinions and thoughts of others.

I have had issues with identity, abuse, existentialism, certain types of pasta, and keeping plants alive.

I’ve come to realize that those lifestyles I see plastered all around me are just not me.

Nor are they attainable. They’re just not a lot of people. So here I am, unfiltered and live, observe, be confused, and be challenged to discover humanity in new ways. 


I'm writing because, as the good anthropology grad that I am, I look to challenge why we as humans accept "normal" things as normal.

Why do we look down on some and look up to others? How did you attain the ideas you hold on to? Where did your standard of "beautiful" and "ugly," "success" and "failure," "rich" and "poor" come from?

I've created The New Vantage to provide a perspective on life in general, namely the humans of Los Angeles. 


I don't see the people I see in ads, TV, popular Instagrammers, etc., walking around every day (for more, peep #fleshoutbeauty). I've traveled, worked at a mission on Skid Row in Downtown Los Angeles (for more, peep "LA PROPER"), and had one hell of a childhood in South Whittier (for more, see: my therapist).  

I'd like to inject a new vantage point on life. A new prism through which you view yourself and others, throwing more light in directions you've never thought about before.

I'm doing this by sharing my life through my eyes -- completely unfiltered by means of photographs (all of the photos on here I've taken and are unedited) and thoughts.

The places I go, the people I see, and the way I take nothing at face value.

I will challenge you to get outside yourself and see life through a new vantage.