behold a sudden glimpse of 1920s continental europe


one (of the many) secret(s) to a glorious life is to Get There Very Early.


you ask.

(did you? we do hope so)

Anywhere, love. 

anywhere at All

just get there very early – sort of over-an-hour-early, preferably 90 minutes because That’s the perfect amount of time to go for a walk, admire the view, take photographs of the Ocean (if one is nearby), browse a flower stall, stand in a town-square-in-full-sunshine-spirit and have a quick omelette with a green salad and a skim latte.

which is what we did today. 

because who-we-are-in-RL had a consulting “gig” in Palos Verdes so we drove down super-early (as they say here in sunny california with a little moue and a shoulder dip and and eyes wide open as opposed to that Kubrick film with Mr. T. Cruise and Ms. Kidman which was called Eyes Wide Shut – awfully confusing – probably a Metaphor, no doubt)

and LOOK!

continental europe circa early 1920s if we’re not mistaken!


get There (anywhere) Very Early (which means being awfully disciplined about Time and saying no to things you just don’t want to do) by setting out at an early hour and perhaps you, too, will stumble across a glimpse into 1920s continental europe.

we’ve said it before but the Nicest thing about California (apart from the general friendliness of its population) is that it might “look” like 1920s continental europe – and it may even have been designed around the Same Time – but, it’s sunny all-year-round. 

which is delicious.

probably not that great for Poets (we heard they prefer the general gloom and malaise of more northern climes in order to summon up from the deep realms of spirit a cry of pain, nay anguish that transmutes the human condition into something so very beautiful). 

but fantastic for the rest of us. 

even if we have to Crop (a lot) to cut out the bits we don’t like. 

and we don’t just mean in photographs.


standing in the sand facing the sun with seagulls.


yesterday was a WHIRL of meetings and calls and driving here and there and then there was a lovely p a u s e in the schedule.

we happened to be not far from the Ocean (the delights of living in southern california make this sentence possible and most delicious to write or rather t y p e).

so we parked the perfectly silver prius and took a stroll, the cardigan slung casually over one shoulder (it was a cool day but only relatively speaking for this climate) and got lots of sand on the doctor martens (which we had to wipe off carefully at a 5 star hotel before our next meeting so we still looked Professional, if a little sun-kissed).

the ocean was sparklingly blue.


and the sky similarly so. OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

and the glittering sunshine made everything just so Hopeful. OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

we watched the seagulls fly around. OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAand then noticed that most of them had settled their bottoms into the sand and their chins into their chest and were just Gazing at the Sea and enjoy the sun bestow freckles (do seagulls get freckles?)

so we did the same.

and it was ever so nice.

isn’t life delicious?

will you get a chance to pause to sniff a fragrant rose or join seagulls in freckle-making or sit quietly by your kitchen window and look out at the rain and consider which novel to read next or curl up under a tree while all wrapped up in cashmere layers and look up at the wind playing havoc with the leaves or………..

do. tell.

here comes the sun, without irony but with a light cashmere scarf if it is very early in los angeles


don’t you just love the Fab Four?

we started to sing “Here Comes The Sun” at 06:02 AM chez teamgloria towers (softly, because the people in the building who get up early to go the insane-stationary-cycles-gym nearby had already left – the others were still s l e e p i n g – we know because we sometimes meet them in the Laundry Room and they look shocked by life and not enough hours before midnight if you know what we mean).

ooo! look! someone’s done a Pan Flute version so you can sing along!

“Here Comes The Sun”

Here comes the sun, here comes the sun
And I say it’s all rightLittle darling, it’s been a long cold lonely winter
Little darling, it feels like years since it’s been hereHere comes the sun, here comes the sun
And I say it’s all rightLittle darling, the smiles returning to the faces
Little darling, it seems like years since it’s been here

Here comes the sun, here comes the sun
And I say it’s all right

Sun, sun, sun, here it comes
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes

Little darling, I feel that ice is slowly melting
Little darling, it seems like years since it’s been clear

Here comes the sun, here comes the sun
And I say it’s all right
Here comes the sun, here comes the sun
It’s all right, it’s all right

and here’s why we started s i n g i n g today.



that was lovely.

and thank you for singing along too.


here’s the other one we sing in the morning* if you’d like to join in (and can see this transmission in your territory).

Screen Shot 2013-09-25 at 7.30.26 AMoh. that is curious. we read the Lyrics and it appears to be a somewhat Ironic Song.



wednesdays are not a day for Irony.

just so you know.

in fact Los Angeles is not really a place for Irony.

Irony has its place but it prefers to Live here or, most likely, Here (it Thrives in both spots on the globe).

if you attempt Irony in Los Angeles you will just upset people and they don’t like to have any emotion that is less than sparkly over here.

which is why we live here.

and sometimes attempt Irony just in the comfort of our own place, with a very select few, just to remind us how its done.

and then we get back to whimsy-at-the-sunrise.



Mr. Jung, Mr. Emerson and some down n dirty jazz and blues from the delta.


so many inspirations whirling around today for tis Sunday over here and it always feels like a culmination of much Weekly Thought suddenly settles and is made clear(er).

“To laugh often and much; To win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children; To earn the appreciation of honest critics and endure the betrayal of false friends; To appreciate beauty, to find the best in others; To leave the world a bit better, whether by a healthy child, a garden patch, or a redeemed social condition; To know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived. This is to have succeeded.” 
~~ Ralph Waldo Emerson


George sent a lovely thank you note (we gave him a first edition of Vita Sackville West’s Garden Notes as a Hostess Gift when we dropped round for tea the other day).13ced3001d7011e3a97a22000a9f18aa_7

we believe in bookshops (especially since we have one of our Own coming out and we’d like there to be a shop for people to visit it in) and so once a month, on average, we like to go to Book Soup and Purchase A Book (in the flesh as opposed to borrow it from the Library or have a virtual experience with Mr. Amazon) 239eecc61d8311e3ac3122000a1fb77a_7

we decided on Adapt or Wait Tables by Carol Wolper – which is a (very) slim volume and sort of reads like having one’s good friend (the one that Gives It To You Straight) pop round for tea. 691ca9301d6c11e395e122000a9e2965_7

after we bought the book we took a long walk in the extremely humid temperatures that bask Angelenos in a late summer tan. c1815af61d7811e3b34b22000aaa2162_7

and curled up (note walking shoes, not Doctor Martens – it was that hot – canvas only, love) at a streetside cafe, under an umbrella, and read Monocle (also purchased at Book Soup)ca4901081d8611e38b3522000a1f9867_7

when we got back to teamgloria towers we swiftly read the Carol Wolper book and decided to pass it on to Tjenamoss (after we had written a thank you note to the Author – because we like doing that sort of thing). OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

then back to some complimentary Study – namely Mr. Jung and Mr. Quentin Crisp (who have a Lot more in common than one might suppose)OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA




we’re not Quite ready to quote Mr. Crisp – there’s another couple of texts we’re devo(u)ring first before we do so.

for our evening’s entertainment (and it was indeed Very Entertaining) 

we saw some Jazz and Blues – Live Music at the Mint with a delicious group of friends – we all piled into a very nice large vehicle and headed south to Pico Boulevard.

the venue is rather dark and has just the right sort of gloomy bordello lighting with faded gilt fixtures and red velvet drapes and vinyl records stuck to the ceiling above the small stage.

we danced.

and we hung out right at the feet of the musicians.


it was g l o r i o u s.

and yes, we’ll be writing about it this week for Los Angeles I’m Yours because The Mint is a very good place to see music. WSWMMintDeltaSaints

including these deliverances from the Delta of pain-soaked lyrics and dark deliciousness who are playing at the Mint in October (this is what we in the Fourth Estate call a “hook” to hang a story on – it’s a lovely device and we’re looking forward to writing this up later.

but now – the Ocean calls.

as it must do, on a sunday morning.

de6e02241e1111e3986822000aa8062e_7when one is truly rested and awoke with the sun(shine).

reading in bed, smiling at the sunshine on trees outside the window.

sometimes, when we’re here, in Portugal, we remember being 13 (when we first came for a Visit) and how we dreamed of being GrownUp with an apartment and a job and international travel and money to buy books and afternoons in cafes, writing sophisticated screenplays and A Diary full of wicked-and-wonderful-tales and friends and lovers and a long blue-blue-dressing-gown (like Noel Coward).

we used to go into the city and hang out taking photographs of the Trams and tourists.

everything happened (well, we didn’t predict getting sick, but we wrote our way through it, with your help, so even That felt part of the Plan).

and this afternoon we’ll show you the tourists and the trams too ;)

for now – curling back down under the blue-blue-linens, a moment of reading and a last sip of the milky coffee that was so kindly brought in after a rat-a-tat Very British knock at the door…….and a cheery “Good Morning!”


It is.





sunny shiny super southern california

The Most Delicious Start to a shiny super sunny southern california hols!

Stayed with the splendid (and very kind) AH and have been awake since the early hours (NYC timezone quality problems ;) #giggle.

Maybe actual words and stuff tomorrow – just drove all the way to palm springs in heavy traffic and want to get to GB and Z place in time for a yummy supper.

So Happy, darlings!










on a lighter note ;-)

we did feel that last post was Rather Dark and brooding.

so here’s how we spent our day when Not sobbing over medical bills ;-)

the rest of our activities were Delicious.

we got up super early – headed to the swimming pool (after some anger releasing writing) and then to therapy (to read the anger releasing writing and – triumphant with some deep and meaningful insight – tear it up and throw it, carefully actually, in the therapist’s wastepaper basket/trash can/receptacle of pain) and took a delicious walk in the sunshine (a tiny bit chilly so we are swathed in cashmere – yes, it’s black) to have brunch with the chaps.

they were so lovely and let us sit at the head of the table so nobody would accidentally bump our poor scar.

we loved it at the head of the table ;-)

as you might have guessed…..

then home to do some Art Projects (some of which are going to be businesses…….yes, plotting, darlings)

art project drying…

and this is going to be the First Ever Prototype for our Kindness Kit.

it’s now painted a bright soothing blue hue and drying at home while we sauntered out to a cafe – and bumped into some Very Glamorous colleagues freshly back from Paris.

quelle CHIC!