I went from the City of Light to the City of Angels where it's 80 degrees and sunny without a cloud in sight. It's certainly a nice change from the frosty temperatures that have been sweeping through Paris which makes me feel that I will be getting sick at some point.
So what brings me to LA, you ask? I'm here to work on a project that Brett and I started last year (no, we're not making a movie staring us) that we need to make progress on and while I'm here, I plan to catch up with old friends and visit some of my old Hollywood haunts and dives.
My trip half way across the world went smoothly and arrived at LAX looking exactly like someone who came from Paris with my white Repetto jazz shoes, black skinny jeans, a black cashmere sweater, a printed slouchy scarf from Sandro and cat-eye glasses. All I needed was a cigarette and I would have been back on the streets of the Marais. Something about wearing black and smoking in LA seems so wrong, so I was looking forward to slipping into something lighter and brighter and slurping down an iced soy half-caf sugar-free vanilla latte from the Coffee Bean while taking a drive down Sunset to reacquaint myself with my former adopted city.
Now that the coffee buzz has worn off, I need to take a power nap on Brett's poolside lounge chair in his Melrose Place style apartment complex in West Hollywood and then we need to get cracking. I did come all this way for a reason.
LA, it's good to see you again old friend.
