Last night a friend and I went on an art walk in the Eagle Rock and Highland Park area of Los Angeles. It is a fun and free night out (the second Saturday of every month), and it is usually pretty interesting. The crowd is rather entertaining, even if they art usually isn't.
Anywhoo, a shop on Eagle Rock Blvd. (I stupidly forgot to write down the name of it) had some of these fantastic Creepy Dolls. Of course I wanted to buy them all. LOL.
If you like these Creepy Dolls, you can find them for sale here.
Random side note....we were driving to one gallery and trying to find parking when my friend said, "Nope. No way. We aren't going to this one." I was eating a ridiculously delicious cookie from Cookie Casa and I was flying high on sugar and having trouble processing rational thoughts. I finally mumbled, "Why?" when she pointed out that there were about 100 (NO JOKE) bicyclists in front of the gallery. A gang of bicyclists?!?!? What the hell? She couldn't believe that I had never seen or heard of them before. Apparently they ride their bikes out at night in packs and "take over" certain areas. Weird. Totally weird.
On my way home later that night, I ran into the bike gang again. They were ALL OVER Eagle Rock Blvd. There were so many of them. They had swarmed all over the street, and they were weaving in and out of traffic, crossing lanes where they shouldn't, and some were honking their bike horns like maniacs. DING DING! DING DING! DING DING! It was like PeeWee's Big Adventure + Assault on Precinct 13. So strange.