#109: California is good

Outfits and musings of my Los Angeles sojourn

Hello from the Delta One lounge at LAX, where my flight is delayed and I have no choice but to look out at a fleet of planes parked at their gates. The sun is beating down (as it does here), and I’m drinking a glass of Santa Barbara chardonnay (I had to be site-specific here). “California is so good,” I kept telling everyone this trip.

Not kind of a vibe, but a kind of vibe.

I spent just under a week in LA, where I took meetings (I feel very cool to say this lol), saw my beautiful friends, and relished in the strange magic of Los Angeles, a place I once associated with a kind of diffuse loneliness I couldn’t quite put into words. Every time I tried, the person I was speaking to would inevitably respond, “But it’s so beautiful?” And it is. There is something fantastical about this city. The light is almost too flattering. The palm trees feel arranged with cinematic precision. Even mundane errands can feel faintly cinematic. And yet beneath all that beauty, I used to feel untethered, as t…