I guess Los Angeles was a little better than that. It was giant and crowded, bright all the time, hot to the point that you stepped from shade into direct sunlight with the reluctance of someone stepping off a cliff, and husk dry. A terrible place to be hungover. But a good one for taking vague photos that look pleasant on a blog.
Most people never even look at a tag inside a garment. They might care
about the brand name or the designer, the price might be the ultimate
driver of what...
2 comments:
Great photos, post more.
I hope you were listening to "why you'd want to live here" by Death Cab on your ipod when you touched down at LAX...
You lose your east-coaster card.
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