One of  the "necessary evils" of my job as an Assistant Editor for a magazine, is working on weekends. This weekend was filled with events to attend. Fortunately, for me, the events tends to be pretty lively and I meet some really cool and artistic people. 

Friday night, I attended a fashion show in Hollywood for a fashion label called Motor City Legends; the name pretty much says it all. Inspired by rock 'n' roll, motorcycles, and LA's casual-chic style, the clothes are fun, bold and speak to a certain demo that abounds here in LA.

Saturday afternoon, I attended an event in downtown on behalf of Hollywood Weekly, who was one of the official sponsors: an eco-fashion showcase promoting a handful of green clothing and accessory designers. I believe strongly that green fashion, like hybrid cars, is not just a trend but is the movement towards creating a better future for our planet. One of the designers at the show, volunteers at an animal farm for endangered species. Her duty for the weekend was watching over a baby kangaroo (only in LA, right?). Just had to take photos because "Jackson" the kangaroo was simply too cute.

Saturday night, thank god, allowed for a night off.  I treated myself to a documentary that I've wanted to see for ages called "When We Were Kings," about the legendary fight between Muhammad Ali and George Foreman in 1974. The music, the intensity of the fighters, the charisma of Ali...it is all so inspiring.  I was born that same year the fight took place, in September. Although the fight was pushed back until October, I couldn't escape the feeling last night, that when I was born, a little of that energy imbedded itself into in my psyche: the spirit of a contender, with her mind set on victory.

Today, I caught the last day of the Bob Dylan exhibit at Skirball Cultural Center, chronicling the early years of this music legend (1956-1966).  The show displayed

priceless photos and writings from a young Bob Zimmerman to the young Woody Guthrie wannabe in New York, to the rock icon who electrified his audience at the Newport Folk Festival in '66.  Bob Dylan's influence on the world (and on my life) can't be underestimated; as cheesy as this may sound, his music helped awaken the artist within.

Now, it's Sunday evening and back to work again tomorrow morning. To be honest-and without sounding self-pitying-I think I work around the clock. Just like every other night, I'll do some writing for myself, for the magazine, etc.. But it's true what people say...when you love what you do, you're so happy and its reflected in your work. That love and happiness provides you with the fuel necessary to keep you working hard...until your vision or goal is achieved.

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