Accents

I am back in LA, a place that never surprises. Sitting at #ALFREDOCOFFEE on Melrose. Opposite me a couple who are in retail discuss their work and products they have bought. The stylist, wearing a trilby, talks about processes and not being able to focus. He is straightforward. Mature for his age (he looks like he’s 21 years old). A matt, black helmet is placed at his elbow. 

The girl, blond hair, sometimes looks out of the window, sometimes mirrors his gestures. Her smile is beautiful, makeup impeccable. Three years is a long time for them to be in one company she says. 

You read about this in research papers about Millennials but to hear it in a coffee shop is different. 

Los Angeles held its annual Aids walk today. It takes place at Beverly Blvd, just two seconds south of where my parents live and a couple of minutes more to the hospital where my mother is. There walkers are cheered on by volunteers and a band sponsored by Macey’s. Traffic is redirected with beautiful flourishes of the hands. By 230pm, the roads are cleared and West Hollywood is back to normal.