Passage #8: 12 August 2009
How the Other Half Live
You're really nobody in L.A. unless you live in a house with a really big door. And so we ride in search of doors, big doors, really really stupidly huge doors, doors that beckon us even as they refuse us entry. Or, if not doors, then fences. Or, better yet, hedges. And bamboo! So pretty, bamboo, and yet it still keeps the riff raff out. So tired of all that riff and all that raff, aren't you? Wear your best pearls or your top hat or your monocle. Spats would not be inappropriate. This is a white tie event. High. Class.