Meet Angela. Oh don’t let that charming smile fool you.
She’s actually way more charming than any picture will
give credit too. I Swear.
We met while tricked into retail with the promise of trendy
clothes by Swedish dictators but as we labored on, we
bounded, met and highly influenced a group of fellow
fledglings and took over Hollywood.
She saved and guided this hot mess from the woods; she
was like the Jesus to my Mary’s vagina (I’m sure I got that
wrong; it sounded smarter in my head and less ‘Austen is
going to Hell’.)
She is part of the rare breed that are born and raised in L.A.
and manage to traverse a life there and come out of it
magnificently sane. Her family roots are from what inhabitants
of “new” L.A. would consider a 3rd world country;
East Los Angeles; but don’t hold it against her
…or she’ll cut you…but no.. really.
Seriously who would of thunk that East L.A. could produce such
an amazing being who was sent from Buddha Himself as a
Stylist Messiah to make right what ” L.A. Girls” from Wisconsin
have misinterpreted style as from The Hills. Utterly infectious you
can hear the laugh of our lovely Lady Sauceda anywhere; she has
a cat that insists on making its sleeping arrangement anything
and anywhere it wants; she is incredibly witty and will tell
anyone to“Wind it Up!” An avid café frequenter you can
usually find her Macbook deep and a Vanilla Latte in hand
; in her spare time she caters to the growing population
of alcoholics in L.A. County at her sister’s charming wine bar.
She enjoys movies with the dead; wants to “Just Dance.”
da da do do style….oh! And did I mention she’s a Laaatttiiiinnna!
Hello. Muy amazing-o
She currently resides still in her beloved L.A.
But has dreams of fleeing to Paris to live a
life where she writes as her meal ticket
and Vanilla Lattes run constant like a river.
So if you need a partner in crime; you got one!
So come prepared to run amuck, commit minor
felonies and ready to dish out back handed
compliments to girls in Uggs and boys in Christian Audigier
...Because really they deserve it.
-Austen Soco
