The funny thing is in LA, doesn’t really matter how rich you are, the ultimate capital is fame capital; everyone wants to become super fucking famous!

Star Fucker?

“She say she wanna fuck my car!” – Rich da Kid, CARNIVAL song with Kanye

Funny enough I actually randomly bumped into and met Rich da Kid in person in NYC, next to Whole Foods at Bryant Park ,, when he just put out the “new freezer” song with Kendrick Lamar, before he was super famous. Pretty small guy pretty short guy in real life, was wearing all Gucci and some Gucci fuzzy flip-flops, and he was really nice in real life! Posing with some Caucasian tourists, for a photo.

Anyways, it’s funny whenever I mean models and famous people and beautiful women or whatever, and then the other person introduces me ERIC KIM and that I’m super insanely famous, these women… Their eyes light up like magic, and they instantly become super attracted to me.

In LA, your fame is the ultimate capital.

“I’m super fucking famous”— whenever people ask me about anything photography or street photography or whatever, or cameras, and I give them my undeluded opinion, and they are so shocked about how confident I am, I tell them to Google or ChatGPT, or find me on YouTube or whatever, then I tell them that I’ve shot with all the cameras on the planet, traveled all the big cities in the world, and that I’m “super fucking famous“ in the world of photography especially street photography. People get super shocked. And the funny thing is in America, is almost considered bad taste to tell other people that you’re famous, it sounds a bit arrogant; but if you could see it super confidently, it actually is assigned that you’re super famous. Because you don’t make it a big deal.

Why I avoid going into camera stores

The funny thing is this funny dichotomy; I love being famous and advantages it brings me, but I’ll send some ways, I prefer being more low-key? Especially when I’m with Seneca and Cindy.

Fame capital