If you had asked me a few years ago if I liked Los Angeles, you would have gotten massive eye-rolls and “GOD NO”s. But you know what I realized, once I had a little distance from the place (like six years’ worth) and started visiting again, just to spend time with my friends and family who live there?
I love Los Angeles.
I hated it when I lived there because I was miserable, not because the place is miserable.
Once you get past the whole everyone-is-an-actor-and-twenty-years-old-and-going-out-to-clubs thing (which is true, but strangely avoidable if you happen to not be an actor yourself and also happen to be a parent, as small children function as a kind of organic repellant for people who are twenty and into clubbing), you know what Los Angeles is? Sunny and beautiful and lovely, with amazing food and amazing shopping and hiking trails everywhere (not that I hike, but the word on the street is that these trails that I hear so much about are quite appealing). Everyone is relaxed and drinking Coffee Bean drinks and wearing cutoffs and flip flops. Really, what’s to hate?
Last weekend, I stayed with Francesca for a couple of nights (as an aside: have you heard her music? If you haven’t you should really check it out; it’s wonderful), and we totally did the Grand Tour – we got all dressed up for the Chateau Marmont (which I’m aware is a complete cliche, but whatever, it’s also glamorous and fun), went vintage shopping on Melrose and had a Kendall Jenner-plus-associated-supermodel-friends sighting (I have literally never felt shorter in my life), took Lucy on walks around Hancock Park, and took Indy to the LACMA to check out the Levitating Rock exhibit.
For whatever reason (probably the fact that I was more into bars than museums back in my LA days), I’ve never been to the LACMA before – but it is AWESOME. Even better than the Levitating Rock: the yellow spaghetti-string exhibit. (Indy liked it, but I think I might have liked it more. Who doesn’t want to run around in spaghetti string?!)
I could totally live there (in LA, not in the spaghetti string exhibit). Maybe one day we will, who knows? (Also, so I don’t panic any relatives reading this: we are absolutely not thinking about moving. I’m just fantasizing about, like, a Malibu beach house forty years in our future.)
On Me: J. Crew Camisole, Vintage Shorts (similar), Tom Ford Sunglasses, Sandals (borrowed), Ora Delphine Clutch, Alexis Bittar Necklace (borrowed; similar).
On Francesca: Vintage Top (similar); Mother Jeans; Birkenstocks.
