Memoirs of a Mike Allen

A series of images I take some with clothes, others without. I hope you enjoy.

oh blog…how I miss you…

I do not come here often enough…..

So a few days back I was bored and on face book….and I decided that it would be rad to hit on 5 random hot girls on face book that were friends of mine that I’ve never met personally…

I did not expect any responses…nor did I care. I just wanted to have fun…write cheesy…..I want to date you lines….and see if anything came of it…

I did get one response…and date out of it…but that was a boring affair at the local coffee shop…that need not be mentioned…

So this morning I change my FB status to “its complicated” as I knew it would generate some funny comments…and my friend messages me asking me if the new special girl is Amanda so and so…as we became new friends…and she thought maybe we hit it off at some party recently.

I told her Who is Amanda? And she said..the girl @ the wig party with horns…and at that moment…I realized the random girl I messaged for a date…was not really random…and that I had met her…and made out with another girl 3 feet away from her the whole night….

I ended up messaging her immediately afterward..and apologized for hitting on her…telling her I just wanted to randomly message women…just for fun..and that I didn’t realize I had in fact met her already…and made out in front of her with a different girl…My bad! She responded and told me how classy I seemed…trying to ask her out…after having played out that situation nights before…Oh alcohol how I love thee…

On a random note..I did take 450 ish pictures…though I only remembered taking 20 of them the whole night…I was sloshed…At least the ride home in a Ferrari was a good way to end the night with me hanging out the window and with every ounce of douche in me.. hollering at every hot girl walking down the street on Sunset. I need to hang out with P-Man more often. I think we’d get into all kinds of glorious trouble.

Girls Skills Head

I once had a conversation about hobbies/interests/passions/ with a close female friend…I was trying to get her to get out of her comfort zone and try new things…I feel that too many out there live eeiry normal plastic lives void of passion. In an attempt to introduce her to something new I asked her what she was really good at…some sort of skill set that would allow me to recommend something new for her to try…After she gave it 5 minutes of thought…she said I give great head. Her greatest skill, BJ’s. Dear…that was a sad moment…I did laugh though…

At that moment I should have whipped it out and made her and my girlfriend at the time who was next to us go head to head…and see who was true champion of the blow job….

Perhaps in my next life :)

Making the effort…

I need to come back here more often. So many things happen day to day here in Hollywood and I never slow down long enough to write about them.

Art through photography is a new pursuit of mine.

While what I do is very much an art in and of itself, I’ve not shot beyond paid jobs/portraiture/fashion and so forth. A mishap a few weeks back ended up being a huge blessing in disguise. I was shooting for a Russian/European food frozen company (http://royalfrozenfood.com/) when my camera that was improperly mounted to a tripod head and fell down shattering a favorite lens. I for some reason kept all the broken parts and this past week I started reading about plastic camera lenses and all the wonderful things that Holga cameras have done for film users from way back to now. I wanted vignettes, I wanted imperfect photographs, I wanted a vintage feel. After much inspiration from a few toy camera photogs I ended up constructing my own plastic lens from my broken lens and taking photographs of still life and turning them into art. So far the feedback has been great on my new project and I hope to have my work in Galleries soon. I’ll hopefully post up some examples in the next month or so as I progress on it. Stay tuned.



Hiking, Golf balls, Champagne and Burgers

Today started off as one of those lazy Sundays meant for lounging, cocaine, and bagels…


It was not that…

I sit here @ 4am in the morning enjoying a medium rare bacon cheeseburger and reflecting at this incredible suite here @ the SLS Hotel.

Today was supposed to be a day I spent with someone currently special in my life..but the world is against us and she had to run off to S.D. for yet another emergency. So life began with a Malibu hike, afternoon driving range adventure on the third level with the most incredible electronic tee machine and beer followed by the LA auto show which is an amazing first time experience and a must for any enthusiast of automobiles.

I’ve learned of new cars I’ve never heard (total fan of Spyker now) and what Hyundai has done with their automotive line has blown my mind.

I dont know how I ended up here…in this super luxe modern hotel suite..but I’m drunk off Vuve Champagne, and full of medium rare burger…




i’m of to sleep…will complete later.

A personal story

Update (oct 6th) Sadly the things I feared most happened. Momentum is everything, timing more so…

Dating this girl was one of the toughest experiences I’ve gone through romantically. She was an actress who worked consecutive 16 hour work days, traveled between San Diego and here, and had other issues that arose amidst our attempt at dating. I remember It wasn’t until our 3rd or 4th date that I actually got to kiss her for the first time. I will be honest, it was one of the worst kisses of my life… She was 21, had only been with one guy before, and I thought perhaps she just had no experience and needed to be taught. The one thing I noticed though from our first kiss was that it felt…”guarded” for a lack of better words. Something wasn’t right…it was almost as though she wasn’t letting go. For the next few weeks when we were together I enjoyed her company immensely. We had a great time, her laugh, sense of humor, and beautiful blue eyes drove me crazy… But when we were apart, her lack of response and communication via text made her feel cold and distant. (with any other girl all these things would be clear indicators of her not being into me) but when with her I didn’t feel it was that simple. A point was reached where I sent her a text message telling her I was in San Diego for the weekend and wanted to see if she wanted to hang out (as she was home from LA during the weekend to re-energize) Her response was brief and dismissive. I felt pretty sick to my stomach thinking that she really wasn’t into me, and that I was really beginning to like someone with no reciprocation. I ended up sending her a text saying “do you even want to date anymore? Please let me know and I’ll part ways if your not into it, I don’t want to waste my time or yours” She ended up calling me (and of course as luck has it call went straight to voice mail) and I couldn’t get a hold of her that day. Her voicemail said that we obviously needed to talk as this was all very silly. I got some hope from her message.

I ended up having a serious conversation with her the next day that just kind of rocked me…

Never ever have I had so many ongoing issues in a girls life that were all very bad for me and entirely out of my control. The conversation was good though because I understood at that point that it didn’t matter if I was the coolest richest most amazing guy in the world, nothing I could do would fix my predicament with her.

Crazy Issues Conversation.

Number 1. She was engaged 2 years ago to the absolute love of her life. I was the first guy since her EX that she tried dating (hence the guarded kiss) It gets much worse though…
Number 2. Said Ex was a special forces Pilot. His plane disappeared on a mission with his crew with NO trace. (operation was top secret) And he “wasn’t supposed to be there” She thought him to be dead and went on to grieve and go through that whole recovery stage over the course of 2 years. (still gets worse)
Number 3. Military tried going to her house in San Diego 3-4 weeks after we were dating to tell her something, they could not get her in person and ended up calling her and telling her they had information regarding her ex but could not tell her over a non secure line. At this point things were going through her head, is he still alive? Did they find the plane? Whats going on? All things that would prevent any feelings to really develope with me. Unfortunately it took her quite some time to talk to them for to only be able to tell her that they found the plane and were now fully committed to finding out what happened. A total mind fuck to her.
Number 4. She was rapped by a photographer Jan 28th of this year. Fucking ASS hole Christian Middle School PE teacher FUCK. I hate hate hate men sometimes…

All these issues doomed this relationship before it even started. I wish I had known half these things before as I would have never asked her out. Oh well, I now know what questions to ask a girl before I start dating her.

She is a better person than I will ever be….

Even in her low moments, broken down, tired, stressed from things most don’t ever deal with in a life time, I find her to be absolute brilliance. Her energy and soul permeate my being, and make me the happiest man when I’m around her. I strive to be a better person when around her, for she is a much more kind and caring person then I will ever be. I hope to call her mine one day.

I’m a slave to beauty.

Shooting women is sometimes a very difficult thing. Being as visual as I am, and doing my job, makes it very easy for me to fall for all the various personalities of the women I shoot. I know my friends are sick of hearing about it, as I seem to fall for a new girl every week.

Lets face it, what I do is pretty cool. I shoot the most incrediblely sculpted faces that exist in this world. While most dont draw me in with an amazing personality, I every so often meet some amazing girl who has really lived life (most are from Europe) and can hold my attention in a way that external beauty never could. 9/10 times these special girls have boyfriends (unfortunately)
and furthermore respect, and professionalism will aways be a part of who I am. I’m not a sleaze bag, and as difficult as it is with a girl changing in front of you, or asking you which bra to put on…I have to maintain composure, and calmly answer….while trying to think non happy thoughts…

While it is rough seeing such special women that I will never have, It also enables me to be around them more often…

I’ve been lucky to have dated some wonderful women as a result of my profession. I’m just waiting for the right one to come into my life that will mean the absolute world to me.




When you find one that outshines the rest…

For the last several years of my life, when single, I would always make sure to always have 2-3 girls in my dating pipeline. If someone did not work out, I always had others around me where it didnt matter…


This dating method works up until a point…

When you find one girl that clearly outshines every other girl, talking to anyone else just feels like a complete waste of time.

I’ve recently met one of these incredible girls. Dating her is a new experience for me though…

I love love love independent career driven women. The stage 5 clingers have always been a huge turn off for me, and I cant cope with it as I have my own life to live seperate of a girl. This girl however is on a whole different level of independent…and while I like it..I’m not used to it…and when I dont hear back from the person in a time frame that i’ve been accostumed to with other women it causes me to doubt myself and think whether this girl is as into me as I am into her. Women never have this effect on me initially…but this one is special and has me attached to some degree already…

The saving grace is that when we are together or on the phone those rare few times (due to her hectic crazy work schedule, and the fact that she hasnt found a place in LA yet…) Everything just feels right and holding her in my arms and looking at her smile always brings me a pure sense of elation. This is the slowest dating pace I’ve ever experienced…and I have no problem with being a patient man…

I just hope its not one of those things where momentum waines and things end up falling out down the line. If its meant to be….it will happen.




Why is it that I end up lusting after all my Taurus Friends???

So I have this uncanny knack for meeting Taurus women that want to be my BFF’s basically…


I end up being their life coach…try and open their eyes to the errors of their ways when it comes to choosing/dating men. I end up getting frustrated, and in the end want to ravage them….

My friend just called me and told me that she just got done hiking and is now naked about to nap for awhile…and now all I can think about is her under her comforter enjoying her cool comfy bed with sheets touching every part of her body…

I so want to be there… But I have 3 shoots tonight starting at 6pm and rushing to her house would not be prudent.  So perhaps another day, and another bottle of wine…


A bike blog response…

Oh my God, this brings me back. It is indeed the simple things in life that make us most happy. I’ve been a serious cyclist since 14. For most, their first car was a huge milestone in the road to freedom. For myself, it was my first real road bike. I remember the day I walked with it out of the bike shop. It was a matte blue Cannondale with skinny tires, upgraded selle Italia sadle, weighed under 19 pounds, and had the tiny special pedals that required the special shoes for maximum efficiency and speed. Best part was it was 4 months old, babied by its original owner…and was resold to me for a fraction of its original 2000 dollar price tag. Even though I was only 14, I worked with my father @ his company and made the majority of my spending money. I liked it that way, everything I got for my enjoyment was funded by my hard work and ability to stock away money when I had something in mind to buy. That bike was my pride and Joy for the next 2 years of my life. Summer time was my time to get away and lose myself daily from 6am to 1am in the morning. My parents werent to keen on my being gone so long every day, but I pressed on and kept up with my 60 mile rides almost daily, followed up by my adventures and book readings at Barnes and noble till late at night. During this time I met and befriended people that were more then twice or three times my age. Some of my best friends that I still have today are as a result of those bike rides at such a young age. Some thought I was crazy to have a 50 year friend, but I didnt mind. It all seemed normal to me. I learned an incredible amount about life from them, and best yet, when they liked me, they would introduce me to their beautiful daughters that were my age :) Much summer fun indeed! I think we all need to simplify our lives from time to time and take a long walk or bike ride, slow down a bit and remember what life is really all about.