Did everyone have a fun relaxing Memorial Day weekend? Excellent, I thought so :D
As for me, the beau and I along with our fur baby headed down the coast an hour out to Santa Cruz for the day. For starters, we ate brunch at the Sea Breeze Cafe where they make home made cinnamon rolls which were full of warm nutty buttery goodness. We stopped for some Verve Coffee at their roasting plant behind the cafe. Serious lattes are churned outta there, they are top notch and even have one in Los Angeles. Driving up a bit more, we stopped to walk along the coast ridge and then walked all the way down towards the Boardwalk. After looking at a beach side open house going for a cool 2.5 million we decided that we only like the idea of being near water or seeing it from afar. So with that being said we hopped in the car and drove to downtown Santa Cruz for ice cream at the Penny Creamery. A nice pick me up from walking the coastline before we headed north to Scott’s Valley. What’s in Scott’s Valley you say? Sushi at Otoro, which was a superb way to end our day trip.
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Can I be honest? I miss LA. The Bay Area is my home, born and raised of course, but since being back I do miss the weather (it’s so cold here), my weekly morning yoga studio that I could prance to, the kiddos I saw grow up on a weekly basis, endless brunch spots, the warehouse sales….now where am I going to get my clothes? Like hell I’m paying full price for LNA T shirts and J Brand denim. Sorry, I digress. That’s what Revolveclothing.com is for. *Orders all the things*
The Bay Area is a great place and I love it for family and personal life. But if you were to compare the two, well I have never left my heart in San Francisco. I left it in LA, and maybe most of my pride…my career is everything to me. And some people with all the hustle and talent in the world never get lucky, for timing is everything. I am a Wardrobe Stylist. I am a Costume Designer. That is what I do. That is what makes me happy. And I am damn good at it. But that’s not enough.
I am hopeful though that with SF’s latest tax breaks for the film industry I will be on set soon, shooting scenes and outfitting the next blockbuster, but until then…we just hustle.
This may be my favorite set for certain reasons. If you have ever been to Little Osaka in Los Angeles you will find yourself in foodie heaven. It’s a hidden quiet gem in such a crazy city. Though I am only half ninja myself, I have considered the Sawtelle neighborhood of West LA my home away from home for many years. I even searched for property out there when the condo boom swept the area. Here you’ll find some of the best ramen houses in LA County, curry options, exquisite sushi bars, Japanese markets and grocery stores as well as newer establishments such as Bachi Burger, Blockheads, and Seoul Sausage.
I have fond memories here, some of them sad but still meaningful. Passing by some familiar homes here the other day, I couldn’t help but think of certain faces. You just can’t help it. Sorry, just walking down memory lane, don’t mind me.
Bittersweet, absolutely. Not entirely because I was reminicisng, but also because I was packing that day for a permanent move. That’s right, I have now moved out of LA and back to my original home, the Bay Area. Not entirely a shocker to some of you who follow me on Instagram. This shoot in Sawtelle was literally the last series I shot, and I wouldn’t have had it any other way in my most favorite part of Los Angeles. It’s been a wild ride, but I’m happy to live and document my next life chapter still doing what I love to do in one shape or another.
Thanks for the wonderful memories LA. I’ll be back to take on temporary projects, but until then Sayonara.
G’morning ya’ll. I find this post so fitting. This was shot a few days later, post Runyon Canyon. If any of you really know me, I’m not a runner. Like, at all. Don’t get me wrong, I love to work out. I just do other means of exercise, preferably in temperature controlled rooms such as spinning and yoga. I have love for Mother Nature absolutely, but I don’t really do the whole hiking thing especially when it’s pushing 90 degrees dry heat. That’s bordering suicidal to me, personally.
Last week however, I was coaxed into doing Runyon which is rather rare. Apparently I was feeling bold that day, but was with nice company, so I sucked it up and swapped my tranquil routine yoga flow for the vertical dusty incline stairs. It was hot. A dry 94 degrees to be exact. No sane person in their right mind would voluntarily be out there running up a damn mountain enjoying it. The little puppies at the base of the mountain were whining and I don’t blame them. One weenie dog named Twig planted his paws in the dust and refused to go any further. I’m with you Twig, I feel ya.
But we did it, actually we killed it. And the views from the top of the ridge are quite nice once you get up there. God speed, Twig.