Summing up Los Angeles and the love I have for it in a few words can be tricky as it really has a bit of everything – the canyons, the beaches, its people. It is full of grandness, (almost) always sunny, and I genuinely love that the sky literally is the limit. And the harsh truth is that if you do not play you cards well, the city will just eat you up and spit you out on the curb, again quite literally.
In Los Angeles I live in Topanga, a smaller, kind of hippie vibe town, in the canyons between the Palisades and Malibu. I love driving along the coast on PCH, coming from the busy streets and turn right into the canyon. Drive up through curving road to what I call my LA home – a little grey house.
Every time I visit I bring something from Copenhagen, anything from books to cups, anything that fits into my suitcase. Stuff that makes me fell home even when 6000 miles from what has been my only home for my entire life. Luckily Mr. LA makes it easy, as we share a lot of the same taste, though I have a tendency to mess it all up upon arrival. You know me and my hoarder tendencies.
I spent my birthday being celebrated in LA, and Mr. LA being so incredible attentive, got me a set of new lounge chairs for our home. Attentive, because I spotted the two chairs on a drive-by, said something, oh they looks amazing. He somehow makes a mental note and later goes to by them surprising me big time. So now one chair is in the living room and one in my office (which is in the making). My love for mid-century design will definitely last a life time – and I really love the American classics just as much as I love the Danish.
// Photos by Allan Torp