On the Corner of Love and La Brea.
Just a few days left in LA, and like always, I can’t find one reason to leave. If Brooklyn is about keeping it real; Los Angeles is about keeping it cool. Having both is the perfect balance. I am genuinely lucky.
This morning I brunched with my favorite ex-boyfriend pal, then went hiking alone and aglow, and soon I’m heading to an off-the-grid play, with my almost-famous aunt who’s the most beautiful thing to hit LA since the pasta bolognese at Chateau Marmont.
Last night, I sat at Mozza for a few hours with a friend, drinking campari cocktails and consoling unemployed, undersexed actors. We shared asparagus with brown butter, burrata & toasted hazelnuts, and then some grilled octopus with potatoes, celery and lemon. For dessert, I had olive oil gelato, which I convinced myself would rejuvenate my now recklessly-tanned skin. I drove home just before midnight in a borrowed MiniCooper — with the top down and Eminem up. Does it get any better than that? Does it?!!
The food scene in Los Angeles is so ripe right now that my inner-homebody can’t help but let loose (in NYC, I stay home so much that my friends think I’m under house arrest.) Tuesday I’m trying Lukshon and Wednesday, I’m working on a reservation at Son of a Gun. Oh, at some point I also need to write a book and put on a tank top that doesn’t involve a built-in bra. Till then…peace.
