Hollywood Cafe, Fisherman's Wharf. We know it's touristy.

But, it was really good.


LA, baby. Don't rub your eyes, it's just pollution.


Drai's, W Hotel. Part of my Hollywood masquerade.

It just dawned on me that I dont recall posting anything about LA, so here’s what I have to say about it: It was nice. It was whirlwind. It was very Hollywood.

It’s the only town where I feel perfectly normal (or perhaps underdressed) going out in a bodycon minidress and heels. Where I feel fine lounging around the dog park, wearing four-inch heeled sandals and shorts. And where, after one weekend, I’m so exhausted from hanging around on the social ladder that I can’t wait to go back to normal life. It’s LA with a grain of salt.