LA is a sprawling mess. I felt uncomfortable when I first arrived here but things have gotten better over the last few days. I guess it takes time to warm up to.
I've been hanging out with a few people, watching on as they finish editing their short films and discussing upcoming projects. Lots of names of people and concepts are being thrown about. There are a few interesting ideas in amongst the clutter of it all.
We went for a drive the other night and stopped off at a local club. A pile of muscle in a black suit pulled back the velvet curtain covering the door as we stepped into a place of exhibitionism gone mad. Inside it was all tits and teeth. Girls were sliding against each other with their upper lips curled in soft snarls. Their hips moving on hidden hinges, pushing from bottom to top and back to front; tracing out infinity. All in a bid to tantalize. It was a room full of promise and false angels.
Being conspicuous in a place like that is not being conspicuous at all.