I've been trying to write something about LA pretty much ever since I moved. Something that would encapsulate the myriad of feelings I have towards it, the way my relationship to my home has changed, the way I see it now with the clarity of distance. It is true that now that I've been living outside LA for a year I see certain things that never stood out to me before, and I am starting to gain a wider understanding of the ways in which the world doesn't actually revolve around Los Angeles/California (and the ways it does).
For example, did y'all know that outside of LA most donut/pastry boxes are not pink? It's true! Something I loved about this article was that it references that shows shot in LA will feature pink boxes because that's what's around for a PA or set decorator to pick up, and it was such a perfect example of one of those things I assumed was ubiquitous because I saw it in my daily life and on TV.
Anyway, after much starting & stopping I've come to the conclusion that my LA essay still needs a while to percolate in my mind, but I won't leave you empty-handed. Months ago Lucia sent me this essay, and it was so beautiful & intimidating and struck some of the same points I wanted to say, so I'll just let Dayna Tortorici take it away.