When I first moved back to LA I’d go to Hotel Avalon all the time. My girlfriends and I would sip cappuccino’s and eat the ‘Beverly Hills breakfast’ for brunch, play hooky from work and down cocktails by the pool like it was Cabo spring break and over do it with tune tartar and veuve in the cabanas for dinner.

Then surprise, surprise we got over it.

Years later, I went back for the first time for a quiet afternoon and it was just as Kelly Wearstler perfect as I’d remembered. Her 70’s vibe sucks me in everytime and I never want to leave. Unless it was to head to Hermes to help a girlfriend pick out an anniversary present.