Los Angeles, I love
the graze of your fingernails,
your slow sparklers of palm trees, your buildings silver
and inscrutable, in constant haze …
S. Beasley
The month of May has flown by faster than I could process – between traveling to New Orleans to present my research data at a medical conference, helping my mom decorate and furnish her new house and working on a big sewing project with my aunt – I have barely had any time for … anything!
When I opened the January 2010 issue of W magazine to page 66 my jaw fell to the floor. I almost dropped the magazine itself. Spread before me was a picture of Isola Bella
THE MODERN PENTHOUSE PAVILION IS SURROUNDED BY HORNBEAM TREES AND ACANTHUS ALONG THE EDGE, A LARGE BLACK LOCUST TREE IN THE CORNER AND A LEMON TREE ON THE DECK
I consider myself very lucky to have a terrace in the city that is big enough to house Richard Schultz 1966 lounge chairs and an upstairs bright enough to nurture an extraordinarily fecund and fragrant lemon tree
