I'm in Los Angeles, my former home-sweet-home. I hadn't been back since I signed my lease in NY in December of 2015, and, like most reunions, it's bittersweet. I'm nostalgic for the good times, but I've grown since I left, and I return as a visitor. I came back this time to see my Pop perform at The Hollywood Bowl. It was an incredible evening, and I was so in the moment that I really didn't take any pictures. What a good little blogger I am. But while that was the main event, I spent the days surrounding it with friends, catching up, going to the beach, trying new restaurants, and spending my down time relaxing, drawing, and letting LA influence my psyche.
The hotel I stayed at was in Beverly Hills, which is an area I'm only sort of familiar with, and I think it's a surreal place to spend time. I'm always in awe of the sheer luxury at every turn. The beautiful buildings for buying high-end fashion are truly artistic statements of their own; the facade projecting the essence of the brand while the clothing inside represent their statement of the season. Coupled with wide streets and palm trees, Beverly Hills is the definition of grandeur.
I told my dad he was allowed to introduce me as "his highlighter". It didn't catch on.
I wore this (below) outfit to dinner with my dad at Sotto on Pico Boulevard. We had a great time - lovely cocktails and excellent Italian food. Everything looked so good on the menu that we ordered way too much and had to take our entrees to go. I'm still sad that I missed the opportunity to order their house made bread with burrata. I'm a real sucker for burrata. If you go there, please get that for me and I want all the details.
And a California adventure isn't complete without seeing the ocean.