we have no idea how many miles we’ve driven since Sunday – but we know it’s been in a most elegant way (empty freeways, back roads and plenty of time to watch the sunsets).
the cashmere life, indeed.
View from the 4th floor of Hotel Chamberlain, filtered through scratched glass.
post-swim moment in front of (yes, Real) fireplace.
a touch of mascara.
flowers for K and S, for tea in the Hollywood Hills.
from the family florist that provided not only the flowers for Monroe’s funeral. But the roses that Joe DiMaggio had on order for years to be placed on her resting place.
tea and dogs and vintage heirloom rugs and blue blue pools and a breathtaking view (Such Glam friends, darlings).
great cars in this town.
more sunsets to soothe.
And hot androgynes in black leather to raise the temperature again ;)
Until tomorrow, darlings.
#sweetdreams.
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