On Saturday, I found myself on a whirlwind shopping spree, driving away from my client’s new bungalow shack on the sands of Carbon Beach and hitting the hot pavements of Hollywood. You really have to be in Power Yoga mode to keep up with my Rock Star client, as we spent most of the day in the ultra-trendy centre of fashion and design in West Hollywood looking for home furnishings (paparazzi and celeb stalkers included).

So we visited an infinite number of these modern furniture showrooms, where the latest craze is all about eco-friendly designs that use recycled items, such as old clothes  which are fashioned into chairs or ottomans. (I’m sure I spotted a few of my old Jane Fonda workout sweats from the 80’s…)

We then stopped for a quick and super healthy all raw foods lunch at the M (for Macrobiotic?) Bar & Restaurant (1253 N Vine St). This is the place where anyone who has to fit into a size 2 or smaller goes to pig out. After filling up on a tray of living greens that were still growing on the plate (well, as least they were live plants and not live animals), we walked outside to see a few police stationed at different intersections.

By then it was about 6:00 pm, and while most of the stores were closing, my client insisted on stopping by Kitson, (the fashionista hangout). With the armed skinhead guard at the door, we had to wait to get in. Once inside, I began to realise where they got all the clothes from the new Sex in the City movie. I used to be the maven for where to shop in LA- now I am totally confused. How can anyone walk in those crazy excuses for high heels?! (one particular pair caught my eye: they looked like an object d’art, made from a recycled tree trunk that had giant carved wooden platforms slides angled like a ski slope. I guess that’s why they call them ’slides’?)

And the clothes are ever so teeny, and flimsy, you couldn’t even wear them as a nightgown (or maybe just use them as a scarves?) Now it seems like women’s nightgowns are used for going out in the day and menswear pj bottoms are to sleep in.

As we left the store, we noticed a few police cars gathering at intersections. All of a sudden, this garish figure in a bright gold sequined micro-mini spandex-type dress, with high heels and a bee hive wig (à la Hairspray) appeared out of nowhere, This shocking creature with his/her blinding flash of blonde piled high was surrounded by hunky policemen. My first thought was, “Are they shooting a movie?”

Picture this: strolling along the street were mostly beautiful starlet types hiding behind their Prada shades, wearing Juicy Couture and in the middle of all this, this gold-stretchy dress thing. This wannabe fashionista, wearing labels I cannot even pronounce,
was actually a drag queen. Little did we know, the Gay Pride Parade was in full swing. How cool!

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