accidental flares of love burst through the atmosphere

Déjà vu

Laurel Canyon hand drawn typography Last Saturday I woke up feeling adventurous. I haven't done much solo exploring in LA and I'm not sure why since I love the time to myself. Half the reason I loved London so much is because I just wandered, all alone, doing whatever I felt like doing. So why not be a tourist in my own city for a change?

Laurel Canyon in the 1960s and 70s was home to practically every musician I've ever had a love affair with: Jim Morrison, David Crosby, Mama Cass, Joni Mitchell, etc etc. I took the most leisurely (also crazy) route possible - starting at Santa Monica and La Cienega and walking up to Sunset and over to Laurel Canyon Blvd and then switching to Laurel Canyon Road because it's shady and tree-lined and so beautiful. I stopped at the Canyon Country store and got a drink and took some photos, and then went home, just as I would have if I were visiting LA for the first time all alone.

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The next day Morales and I found ourselves in a sea of crazy that can only be compared to January of last year  - AKA the month we don't remember. I had fun. I haven't had a day like that in a long time. You never know who you'll meet at Casey's...let's just leave it at that :)

This weekend I went back to Chateau Marmont with Rhiannon, and after 2 Chateau burgers and drink mixups and bathroom photoshoots and a fall, we wandered further up Laurel Canyon Blvd than I went last weekend - this time we stopped briefly on Lookout Mountain but were met with an ugly black fence. The last time I went there I was with BV and we wound up the canyon at night until we found a clearing that was wide open. We just walked right into it and sat down and looked at the view. This time it was fenced off, but there were holes cut into it that allowed for a few photos. We climbed up to Mulholland afterward and found ourselves wowed by the Nancy Hoover Pohl Overlook, and by the time I got home it was RAINING (!!) and I curled up with old episodes of The Nanny and a cup of tea and thanked my lucky stars for such a comfortable, happy life.

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The rest of the photos can be found on the FFFILTH facebook page (here!) and I've also posted some on Instagram. These are some of my favorites I've ever taken. I'm finding myself increasingly picky about who I go on adventures with. Some people surprise me; I'd expect to be totally relaxed around them and able to focus on my surroundings and getting good photos, but instead I don't feel comfortable enough and the resulting photos are lousy. Rhiannon is one of my favorite people in the world to go places with because she's so easy to be around (and also THE MOST fun to photograph).

Coming up on my list of places to go: Hollywood Reservoir, Necromance, the Marina, the arts district downtown, and probably 40 more that I've forgotten. I'm also considering a weekend trip to San Francisco to hike up Mount Tamalpais and explore the city/Mill Valley, but I may put that off until February when everything is green. I've only been to SF once before and it was with Grace Potter and the Nocturnals for Outside Lands, so I didn't see much of the city. I think I'm due to explore. If you're near any of these things and you'd like to roam around with me, let's go! Blog/Instagram friends entirely welcome. Rachel Jackson I am looooking aaat yooooou!

A few weeks ago Cassie and I got drinks at Bar Food and had so much fun. My favorite part of blogging is the people that I've met thought it. I was so excited when she announced that she was moving to LA, and even though I've only seen her a few times since she came here I found myself talking with an old friend, because that's just what we are after so many years of reading each others blogs. The internet fucks up a lot of stuff, but I sure have a lot of wonderful things in my life because of it - friends included.

I'm waist deep in my sea of love for LA lately. On Friday night I watched a documentary about the history of the Sunset Strip and after it ended I sat in bed thinking, I live here I live here I live here. I've been here for many years now but fall in love all over again at least once a week. That is so important.

All I Want

All in the golden afternoon