I’m just getting back from LA, and I wanted to post a few of the highlights. Beginning with these pants.
Sparrow Hall in “Predator Pants” at Weltenbuerger – Los Feliz
This photo was taken after my friends and I did brunch at Home on Saturday, then decided to make an afternoon of vintage shopping in Los Feliz. Let me begin by saying that these pants are not vintage. They were designed by one of the many independent designers showcasing their work at this little boutique called Weltenbuerger that specializes in making you look like you just stepped out of a Duran Duran video. My friend Nathan said these pants reminded him of the cloaking device used by the alien in Predator. From then on they were referred to as the “Predator Pants.”
Weltenbuerger Boutique – I hope you look good in patterns
I ended up buying an army green cowl-neck windbreaker tunic. Look for future posts in which I’ll be rocking that bad boy.
One of the main reasons I was in LA was for this Bennington party I was hosting with a gaggle of other writers/artists/fashionistas in Beverly Hills in a space that looked like something out of Logan’s Run.
There I spent most of the evening talking to one grad in particular about the science behind assembling the perfect playlist and why the internet makes it difficult to fake one’s death.
I also took a lot of photos at night.
Griffith Observatory – Photo by Sparrow Hall
Speranza – Silver Lake
The food in LA is incredible, and way more accessible than New York. I feel like I spent at least 75% of the trip with a fork or wine glass in hand. The Farmers Market, Speranza, Jitlada, Lala’s, The Griddle. We did dessert one night (dark chocolate fondue with ricotta fritters) at Little Dom’s where we sat on the patio next to Michael Cera and Clark Duke. Who, amazingly, are just like Michael Cera and Clark Duke. (Visual aid: Michael left the restaurant walking his bicycle and wearing a red stocking cap – the Christmas kind.)
We ended the trip in Santa Monica and Venice sharing a drink with a friend at Casa del Mar, dinner at Primitivo, and dessert (Butterscotch Pot de Crème with Salted Caramel & Crème Fraiche) at Gjelina where we sat beside a tartan-blanket-wrapped Robyn and her skinny, bearded Swedish friends.
Best of all, I got to spend some quality time with my shortie—which was easily the most fabulous part of all.