Art Makes Me Wet

The raining is having a free fall this morning. Waking up, I hear raindrops in one ear as the other is still buried in my pillow and I debate what to do with my day. The best thing I can come up with is a bit of excitement at the idea of looking out the window—the park will bright and green with all the water. I like that.

One of my favorite things about the rain is how it makes everything and anything more important in Los Angeles. Like walking to 7/11 is an amazing feat. Going out dancing seems even more risky than normal. People look amazed when you show up places because you BRAVED the rain. It is suddenly like everything is so impressive and intense because of something that means nothing anywhere else in the country.

I think it just sums up Los Angeles. We care so much about art and being creative and ideas and looks and impressions more than anywhere else in the world. Sometimes that is shallow but sometimes I can’t help but love how excited my friends get at certain directors or certain shows at the Getty museum or how much they love to get dressed up. It is kind of key to who I am—interesting but unique to just one corner of the world.