Riding to the second rave of my life, thrown with the help of my longest tumblr mutual, more LA thoughts:

my AirBnB is in part of the old American Aparrel party flat/crash pad above the original store. Or at least I assume it is, I can’t imagine them having Dov Charney-level parties in just one of these shoebox units among neighbors

Jesus, I forgot how young and attractive and sure they’re going to rule the world everyone in LA is

Driving through I didn’t notice that much change in Echo Park, but on foot you really notice it’s become gentrified-walkable (the Alvarado-Waterloo stub it’s like every ratty old store is now a ruin and every ruin is now young retail) you’ll pass at most 3 storefronts before a white-people shop or restaurant charms you; the houses have been repainted in modern colors; I saw only one! tag on my rounds (Echo Parque, they would be the last to fade); newer cars on the streets.

The flatlands are becoming NCO-level young professionals and the heights and canyons are becoming a junior version of what LA heights and canyons are