We stayed at Skin, the fab pink lustered model who graces the wanks of the rich and famous, due largely to her spread in Bizarre. I am still reverse jet lagged, so this view is basically what I saw every morning at 7am. The city is a darling, so finite, so utterly crossable! You can climb something high and see right where it gets eaten up by pasture on most every side. Not nibbled mind you, thoroughly consumed! I think perhaps 3 years of LA’s sprawl invites a sheer and gratifying pleasure beholding a modest city comfortable with its own proportions.
