Real estate brokers in Los Angeles can feel a little schizophrenic when it comes to deciding what to wear. If you’re working in Santa Monica, for example, the dress vibe tends to be upper casual (slacks and a dress shirt), while in Beverly Hills a suit is the way to go. On the Sunset Strip, it’s all about the Hollywood casual look of jeans, a v-neck and a pair of chucks. And while it may be an easy call on what to wear if you’re heading to just one spot, there’s a good chance, as an agent, you could be in all of those areas in the matter of a day.
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This past Wednesday I went to over to my very good friend’s house for an intimate dinner of six. When I arrived, the setting was absolutely perfect. I was greeted with an excellent glass of Pinot from Willamette Valley, my friend was on her piano playing a beautiful Bill Evan’s song (“Someday My Prince Will Come”), and I was surrounded in great company. A couple of hours later, however, a tragedy of the mood-killing kind happened when we took our seats for dinner. The dining room lights were on full blast!
Have you ever walked into a house that seems flat, unemotional and entirely forgettable? Being an agent in the luxury real estate market of Los Angeles, I see it constantly. But there are simple things that anybody can do to warm up any living environment – and one of my favorites is scented candles.
Summer brings us lots wonderful things here in LA: Cinespia, Hollywood Bowl, Candle lit alfresco dinners, swimming at night, stone fruits, concerts in the park, south swells, and lots of family and friend gatherings. But most importantly it’s linen season! And with linen, I’m not just talking about clothing: I’m talking about linen sheets.
I’m thrilled to share what I would call one of the most chill, creative, fun, diverse, sexy, (a little sketchy at times), and progressive cities in the L.A. region. I have traveled all over the world, and Venice is one of the few places that I can truly say feels like home. There is a real sense of community here that has drawn me in completely.
I have this bizarre olfactory response when I smell the orange blossoms in early spring. It triggers the taste of my favorite raw honey, the feel of seersucker blazers, and espadrilles. As I wipe the pollen off my patio chairs and get ready to spend the late afternoons with friends, my mouth waters and does a micro pucker as I think about this year’s Rosé releases from France.